[Double Hibiscus] First Chapter: Reconciliation

Chapter One: Reconciliation As

the sun set, evening glow filled the sky, and the lights shimmered under the night sky, reflecting the sunset's glow in a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Whenever I encountered such a view, I would sit alone by the window, gazing at the endless, bustling streetscape, as if trying to uncover

the secret hidden behind the glitz and glamour, a secret never before revealed.

Miracles seem so unattainable for ordinary people. I always thought my life's trajectory

would never intersect with a miracle, until I met someone, and everything changed. I stepped into

an unbelievable world, a world where I finally witnessed the true face of "miracles"—that

they don't always represent justice as we imagine.

Perhaps because of my profession, I like to plan and design everything. I divided the first half of my life into three steps:

making money, buying a house, and finding a wife. The first two were achieved before I turned thirty, not spectacularly, but

satisfying enough. Now, the third step arrived late and with many stumbles, but I finally made it through.

My wife, An'an, is young, beautiful, and understanding. Her only flaw is her somewhat strong and stubborn personality. She always treats me

like an older sister, with a domineering, parental air, wanting to manage everything, big or small. I know this is her

way of expressing love, so I always give in to her, which often draws teasing from friends who say I'm afraid of my wife. Whenever this happens, I

just laugh it off and never explain further. "Fear is the prerequisite for love," they say, not understanding the underlying principle. They

believe as men, we should display strength and virility both domestically and internationally. I don't entirely agree.

Displaying strength domestically only requires sex; in other areas, it's better to conserve energy and wait for the next burst.

Furthermore, a man's virility needs a woman's appreciation; without a woman, it's all just wishful thinking. Therefore,

women cannot be offended, nor can they afford to.

However, I genuinely offended a woman, a woman of immense influence, practically an authority figure.

While not causing me constant fear, it did make me uneasy, because she was none other than An'an's

mother my mother-in-law. The reason for offending her was simple: I married her daughter. Marriage is a natural part of life, and

a daughter's wedding should be a joyous occasion. But my mother-in-law not only disapproved but vehemently opposed it,

obstructing to wage war against her daughter to maintain her stance. The reason was simple: she believed I was too old and

unworthy of An'an.

And An'an? How did she respond to her mother? An'an was like a stubborn ox, a heifer that went straight to the end.

For months stubbornly refused to see or contact her mother, not uttering a single word. I advised her to lower her stance and coax

her mother, to say kind words—women, after all, might soften with a little coaxing.

But no matter how much I pleaded, she remained unmoved. Not only that, she even accused me of lacking courage and principle. Sometimes I even wonder if she's

cold-blooded . How can she be so heartless towards her own mother? She's still too young, unaware

of other, more suitable ways to handle such situations, but this is her way—it's her personality, and I can't force her.

As for me? Six words: I'm anxious but helpless. Of course, I have reason to be anxious and worried. An'an

has relied on her mother since childhood, and her love for her mother isn't what she outwardly displays. No one can replace that love,

not even me. Perhaps she acts this way to show that she's grown up,

capable of making her own decisions, and doesn't need her mother to worry anymore. I've been through this; how could I not understand the implications?

But seeing the mother and daughter ignoring each other, when will this drag on? Even if it does,

who will benefit?

It's destined to be a lose-lose situation. I considered acting as a peacemaker and going to see my mother-in-law myself, but

do I have the ability? What would I say?

Explain? Beg? She hasn't done anything wrong; what's there to explain or beg for? Who do I think I am?

I had to interfere in their mother-daughter's affair. Am I the son-in-law? Whose son-in-law? Did they even approve of me? And whether they even wanted to see me

was another question. So, the idea of playing peacemaker was out of the question; I simply didn't have the ability. Before, cowardice

and timidity were never in my vocabulary, but now they were written on my face and etched in my heart.

Just when things were at a stalemate, and I was filled with worry, things suddenly took a turn for the better. My mother-in-law called,

inviting her daughter and son-in-law home for dinner. It seems a mother's heart is soft; she couldn't bear to see her daughter become strangers.

Parents' hearts are always full of love!

Upon receiving the news, I was both overjoyed and worried. Overjoyed that the crisis was about to end, but worried that the impending

end didn't give me a clear glimmer of hope. But I still actively prepared; even if there was only a sliver of hope,

I couldn't let it slip away. Success always favors the prepared.

In late spring and early summer, the weather is unpredictable, constantly changing. On the sixth day, it was overcast; the sky cast a gray haze

, turning everything into its favorite color. The drizzle, like dust, slowly settled amidst the mist. The earth, seemingly

possessed, clung to anything that dared to approach, refusing to let go.

Before leaving, I specifically checked the almanac, which stated: "Avoid visiting relatives and friends." Though I'm not superstitious, I was still somewhat

uneasy, because what I was about to do was extremely important, allowing no room for error. Meeting my mother-in-law should have been

a joyful and relaxing experience, but this time, I couldn't feel relaxed at all.

There was a bit of excitement, but mostly tension and worry. I didn't know what awaited me. From

An'an usual descriptions, I could roughly guess what kind of person her mother was—this woman was not easy to deal with.

Along the way, I kept making small talk to mask my inner turmoil. An'an had already figured out my thoughts,

teasing, "Scared?

My mom's not a tiger, she's not going to eat you!" Compared to me, An'an seemed confident and

unfazed . Did she already have a well-thought-out plan? Or perhaps it's because her opponent is my mother, someone she knows

well to not need to worry unnecessarily? Or maybe deep down she's just like me, her calm demeanor merely a facade to reassure me?

In any case, she's performing much better than me. I gave an awkward laugh: "No way... do you think your mom won't

like me?" A stern, sinister face immediately flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a chill. An'an laughed:

"Look at you, so cowardly! Don't worry, she's completely surrendered." Even so, it wasn't hard to see that her

confidence wasn't entirely complete; perhaps she wasn't entirely sure about the upcoming confrontation. After a moment's thought, she

added: "However, when you see her later, you absolutely mustn't appear timid or hesitant; she hates that kind of person the most."

I agreed verbally, but my mind was racing, trying to figure out how to pass this crucial test smoothly.

The elevator ascended floor by floor: 33, 34, 35… As it approached the 37th floor, my heart pounded, and it was all written on my face. An'an muttered

under her breath, "Coward! Was all that bravado just an act

? Don't mess up when you see my mom, or she'll look down on you!" I didn't reply, still

preoccupied with my own thoughts.

Finally, we reached the door. An'an straightened herself, tugged at my collar, and reiterated, "Remember,

don't mess up, understand?"

Then she pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the sound of slippers clicking echoed from behind the door, then it opened.

A beautiful woman in her forties stood inside. She had a clear, bright face, delicate features, and light makeup. Her long

hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a short-sleeved t-shirt and cropped jeans—simple yet elegant. She is An'an's mother, my

mother-in-law , the renowned former top lawyer and current legal counsel for Huaxin Group, Ms. Du Wanqing.

Although I had seen her photos more than once, I was still amazed by her beauty. She seemed to be a carbon

copy of An'an, and even surpassed her in temperament. I could strongly feel her mature

and elegant charm, which contrasted sharply with An'an's youthful vigor.

An'an smiled sweetly and hurriedly introduced her to her mother, "Mom, this is Lou Jiaming." I immediately straightened my back and

blurted out , "Auntie

... Aunt... Mom... Hello..." I bowed to my mother-in-law in a fluster. An'an almost twisted her nose in anger

. All her previous efforts were wasted. She pinched me hard in the waist. I was in so much pain that I almost burst into tears, but I dared not

show it and could only force a smile. My mother-in-law smiled slightly, stepped aside to let me into the house, and said, "Come in, don't just

stand there." Her red lips parted slightly, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

Entering the living room, a fresh and elegant atmosphere greeted me, easing my tension slightly.

The layout was orderly and the decorations were simple: off-white walls and ceilings, a few paintings on the walls,

spotless hardwood floors, and a mint-colored fabric sofa that, while somewhat worn, was clean and tidy. A

beautifully patterned wool rug lay under the sofa and solid wood coffee table, and several potted green plants were placed in the corners.

There were few decorations, arranged on either side of the TV wall, and a treadmill between the two windows. The living room, dining room, and kitchen

were unobstructed, making the space spacious and bright. To the right was a corridor connecting the living room and the master and secondary bedrooms. The overall

style of the home was understated and elegant, though slightly worn, suggesting that the owner did not intend to live there permanently and therefore had not

renovated .

"What are you all standing there for? Please sit down. The house is a bit simple, please don't feel awkward," my mother-in-law invited us to sit down, but she

was clearly speaking mainly to me. I quickly replied, "Not at all, not at all, it's quite nice, quite nice, hehe." Seeing that I

was about make a fool of myself again, An'an glared at me and quickly smoothed things over, "Mom, it's his first time meeting you, he's a little nervous,

please don't mind." My mother-in-law remained smiling and silent. After we sat down, we exchanged some pleasantries, and my mother-in-law took out a tea canister

and handed it to her daughter, "An'an, go get some tea, we're out of tea." An'an took the tea canister, got up, and went to

the inner room . She understood that her mother had deliberately sent her away so she could do some "interrogation," and before leaving

, she glared at me again, the implication being: Hold on, don't lie down!

Sure enough, as soon as An'an left, my mother-in-law began to ask me questions, which were nothing more than mundane family

matters, such as how many people were in the family, what they did, and how they were doing. An'an had already

reported , so asking these questions now seemed like a routine. But even so, I didn't dare to be negligent and

answered them carefully one by one. After that, she stopped talking and stared intently at me, making me

feel uneasy and uneasy. I wondered if I had answered something wrong, or done something inappropriate.

I didn't dare to breathe, sitting upright on the sofa, avoiding her gaze. She didn't ask, and I

didn't answer, just waiting it out. Time ticked by, and the atmosphere in the living room became extremely awkward. The worst part

was that An'an was doing something, taking so long to get tea leaves. Didn't she know her husband

was suffering and desperately needed her help?

Wan Qing sized up the man in front of her. She knew it wasn't polite to stare at someone, but this wasn't just anyone.

She wanted this effect, to see how he would react. The result disappointed her. Apart from being nervous and

uneasy, he seemed incapable of anything else. Is this my son-in-law? What's so good about him? Is he worth An'an's reaction,

even at the cost of falling out with her mother? But although her daughter was inexperienced, she wasn't a naive girl. She

must have had her reasons for doing that. Wan Qing's thoughts raced, her gaze sharp, hoping

to find some convincing reasons from this man. The man her daughter had carefully chosen must have something special about him

, she thought. Hmm, not bad looking, with defined features, decent clothes and manners, and he seemed

honest , though a bit reserved. But that's understandable when meeting your mother for the first time. His demeanor was acceptable, not

outstanding, but above average for his age.

Besides, he's just an ordinary person; why be so demanding? The only problem was his age; he wasn't quite a match for An An.

But being older wasn't necessarily a bad thing; he'd be more mature and stable. Perhaps it was

a case of loving the house because of the man, but Wan Qing tried to interpret everything she saw and thought of as a virtue. However, after much observation and thought

, she still couldn't fully satisfy him. But then again,

what ? It was all just her imagination. How about this, test him, see how he reacts? How

to test him? Think, think, I've got it! Give him a nudge, yes, like this… Having made up her mind, a barely perceptible cunning flashed across Wanqing's

face .

At the same time, I secretly took several deep breaths, my mind racing, trying to find a way to break this deadly

situation. My mother-in-law spoke again: "You…are you in your thirties this year?" Her tone was still gentle, but a hint of

"murder" was beginning to emerge. My heart skipped a beat. Just what I feared most was her using my age as leverage.

I coughed awkwardly twice, taking the opportunity to relieve the pressure. Seeing this, she seemed to have caught me red-handed and immediately seized the opportunity:

"What's wrong, are you sick? Oh dear, you're so weak, how can you always be sick? Doesn't this always make An'an worry?"

I almost fainted. When have I ever been weak and sick? Before I could even catch my breath, she

added fuel to the fire, continuing to "concern" my health: "You need to exercise regularly; you're getting on in years..."

" Not like a young man in his twenties.

By the way, I know an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor. I'll go to him sometime to get some medicine to regulate your body." My face flushed red

and then turned pale. As a man, I hate it when people say I'm not healthy, especially since it's not true. Seeing that I was

practically glowing with rage from this heat, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Oh no! An'an told me to hold on

! How could I be so weak, unable to withstand even a few punches and kicks! I casually glanced at her face;

her expression was a half-smile. I was startled. What was she trying to do? What did she mean by saying that? Was she trying to provoke me? Oh, oh,

so she dug a well here waiting for me, waiting for me to jump in, then throwing in a few big rocks,

right ? Damn it, I almost fell for it! What a cunning woman! Hehe, you don't even know who we are! You

dig a well, I'll dig a pit, let's see who's stronger!

So I coughed a few more times, louder than before, and said, "Yes, yes, Mom, you're right. I should really

exercise . I used to be able to eat a pound of meat in one meal without a problem, and I could do a hundred or so push-ups in one go. But

now that I'm getting older, my body isn't what it used to be. And look, with the change in weather these past few days, my old bronchitis has

flared up again." I thought to myself, "You're trying to provoke me, aren't you? I'll not let you succeed! You want to put me down? Fine,

I'll just stick my face out here. You can hit whichever way you want, however you want, and see

who An'an sides with in the end." Thinking this, my tense mood did a complete 180-degree turn, and I became calm and composed.

I was slightly surprised by my own quick thinking and couldn't help but feel smug. Then I said, "

The old Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned is..." Just as I was secretly admiring my own cleverness and about to ask about the "old Chinese medicine doctor,"

An'an returned with a smile, holding a cup of tea.

An'an, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, couldn't help but feel worried upon seeing this scene. She thought to herself, "My mother is really something.

She pulled this stunt on her first meeting with her son-in-law. Doesn't she think about her daughter at all

? He's the man I carefully chose. Now that he's married to me, he's no longer an outsider. Is this really necessary?" It seemed her mother

was still holding a grudge about what happened a few months ago and wanted to vent her anger. Sigh! Let her vent. I was also wrong; I was too selfish

, only thinking of myself and not considering my mother's feelings. It's understandable that she's angry—after all, I'm

her daughter! But this can't go on like this. I originally planned to use this opportunity to get closer to

my mother and clear up any misunderstandings, but who would have thought it would turn out like this, with this underhanded scheming?

My mother is so shrewd; even if my foolish husband can get through this, he won't escape it forever. He might do something

embarrassing , and that would be troublesome. Besides, what if my husband doesn't take the bait, and that provokes his stubborn temper,

making things even worse? No, I have to step in and salvage the situation.

An'an's timely appearance was a huge relief. Although it was hard

to say who needed help at this point, I was still grateful to her. After all, she was my mother-in-law, an elder. Making her lose face was

n't my intention. What was I here for? To salvage a family relationship! To draw

a "knife" after only a few words—how ridiculous! So, with my wife appearing at this crucial moment, I felt like I'd grabbed a lifeline,

thinking I couldn't let her go any longer.

An'an, while making tea, said, "What are you chatting about? It sounds so warm." She made two cups and handed one to her mother and one to her husband.

Seeing that her plan hadn't worked and she'd been rebuffed, Wan Qing was a little disappointed. But who was she? She

wasn't about to give up easily. She quickly regained her composure and started planning her next move. Thinking that her daughter had also gotten

involved , she had to be careful; this girl wasn't so easy to deal with. Hearing her daughter's words, she decided

to go along with it. So she smiled and said, "It's nothing, just ordinary things." After a moment's thought, another idea came to

her. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, glanced at me, and said to An'an, "An'an,

have you been busy with work lately? I haven't seen you come to see your mother for ages, not even a phone call. Do you know how much your mother misses you?!"

Her eyes even reddened slightly as she spoke.

An'an quickly comforted her, "I'm sorry, Mom, I've been busy. I just got back from a business trip a couple of days ago."

This mother and daughter, their cold war had just ended, yet they acted as if nothing had happened. The months of

tension had been dissolved in just a few words; their composure was truly admirable.

Seeing An'an wink at me, I quickly chimed in, "Yes, Mom, An'an just got back from Shanghai yesterday and

came to see you as soon as she got back."

My mother-in-law glanced at me, still complaining about An'an, "Are you so busy that you don't even have time to make a phone call? If you

don't call, can't you let Jiaming call either?" She kept circling back to me, openly complaining about her daughter but

secretly her son-in-law, for being inconsiderate and letting my wife and mother-in-law argue without intervening. I felt truly

wronged but couldn't find the right words to respond.

An'an, of course, understood the implication and quickly defended me, "Mom, look at what you're saying! Where did I stop him from

calling? But it's not appropriate for him to call you before he's even seen you, is it? Besides, if you don't give the order, even if they had

the guts, they wouldn't dare, right, Mom?"

I chimed in, "Yes, Mom, without your instructions, how could I dare to offend you, haha."

I secretly gave An'an a thumbs up—impressive! She'd passed the buck back to me in just a few words.

Seeing her daughter and son-in-law working together to clearly target her, Wan Qing felt a surge of anger. She realized she was being

treated like a vicious mother and mother-in-law, and raised her hand to her son-in-law,

saying angrily, "Jiaming, you're something else! An'an is young and doesn't understand things, but don't you understand things too? You're a grown man,

how can you be a husband if you don't even have this much courage? Are you doing this on purpose? Besides, as a son-in-law, you

should be considerate of your mother-in-law… considerate of your elders. Is it so hard to make a phone call to say hello? Tiger's might? Oh, in your eyes,

I've become a tigress, haven't I? Am I really that fierce and domineering? If An'an sees me like you do,

how am I supposed to live? I raised my daughter all by myself with great difficulty, hoping she

would be filial to me when she grew up, but you've ruined everything! I…" She then took out her handkerchief and began to sob.

The attack on the Southern Kingdom was truly devastating, leaving me drenched in cold sweat, my face flushed red, frozen in shock, completely at a loss.

An'an was also taken aback, never expecting her mother to actually pull such a stunt. The attack on the Southern Kingdom was incredibly brutal;

she thought to herself, "Mom, are you really planning to kill your son-in-law with this attack?" But upon closer inspection, she realized her mother was only hitting the target.

The thunder didn't bring rain, and she knew what was going on. Well, it seemed she had no choice but to use her ultimate move. Her ultimate move was—surrender.

Her mother had already surrendered once, and it would be impolite not to reciprocate. But surrendering had to be done

properly, otherwise it would invite a "surrender and be killed," resulting in more harm than good. She moved closer to her mother, hugged her arm, and shook it, pleading, "Mom, no matter what, it's all my fault. We shouldn't have made you angry. We apologize ! Please forgive us, Mom, you only have one daughter. How can you bear to see me unhappy for the rest of my life ? Please, Mom..." 　　Actually, Wanqing didn't want to put her daughter in a difficult position, but if she didn't vent her anger, she couldn't face . But they're family now, and no amount of fuss can change that fact. I can't just act impulsively and keep making things difficult for my daughter and son-in-law. So what if he's a little older? Eleven or twelve years older? As the saying goes, a man is still young at thirty. As long as he's good to my daughter and brings her happiness, what can I, as her mother, say? My daughter's well-being is more important than anything else. Besides, after a thorough investigation, my son-in-law truly has no relationship with that person. What else do I have to worry about? It's not worth destroying the happiness I've built up over the years because of my own temper! 　　Seeing my daughter apologizing and pleading, giving her face, and her sweet demeanor bringing back fond memories , how could I not be filled with emotion? She sighed softly, patted her daughter's hand affectionately, and said, "Silly girl, you're the apple of my eye. How could I blame you? I just... I just can't bear to part with you. It's also my fault for spoiling you since , making you such a stubborn little bull. Well, I've also been wrong. I shouldn't have interfered between you two, causing you so much worry. I apologize to you both. I had my reasons for doing this, and I hope you can understand. Jiaming, I was a bit harsh just now. Please don't take it to heart." 　　"Of course not, Mom. You were right to scold me. It was my son-in-law who was careless. I'll be more careful in the future," I sincerely admitted. 　　At that moment, everything vanished. Wanqing glanced at the clock on the wall, then changed the subject, sweeping away the previous tense atmosphere : "Look at all this rambling! Are you all hungry? You sit down, I'll go cook. Tonight , you'll have to experience my cooking skills, hehe!" Speaking of her cooking, she seemed very proud. 　　An'an was overjoyed, jumping for joy. I was naturally ecstatic too; a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I hadn't expected the crisis to be resolved so easily. The dire situation I had anticipated hadn't materialized. I felt fortunate and gained a better understanding of my mother-in-law. She seemed to be a more rational woman than an emotional one, not the unreasonable . 　　Watching her retreating figure, I suddenly noticed that her jeans seemed a size too small, tightly clinging to her lower body, shaping a round, spherical shape. With each step, the protruding shape split into two halves, squeezing and colliding against each other, creating a dazzling pattern that, sensorially, could generate a powerful shockwave comparable to a nuclear explosion, thus arousing a man's intense desire to thrust. A sudden flame ignited within me, quickly spreading throughout my body , melting my soul. 　　"Ahem!" An'an's cough was like a cold torrent, instantly extinguishing the flame within me. Cooling down, I quickly shifted my gaze to the opposite wall, pretending to admire the painting hanging there. " What ? The scene before you is truly captivating!" 　　An'an's words were laced with sarcasm, her emphasis on the word "scene." I pretended not to understand and said, "What's not beautiful? This painting is genuine, isn't it? 　　What dynasty is it from?" An'an retorted, "What dynasty? Can't you tell it's an oil painting? Are you blind?" I was taken aback, then looked more closely, and indeed it was an oil painting. Damn it! I blushed and laughed awkwardly. An'an said irritably, "Pretending to know what you don't, don't you even look in the mirror? Do you even have the skills?" She took a sip of tea and then asked, "Hey, how was it just now? Were you scared?" 　　"How was it? Your mom almost killed me, I'm still terrified." Recalling the scene, I was still shaken. 　　"Coward!" 　　"I wasn't scared! I stood up straight!" I retorted. 　　"Keep bragging. Without me backing you up, who knows what would have happened! Pfft!" An'an said dismissively. 　　"I really didn't back down. I was just about to give the enemy a strong counterattack when you showed up." 　　"Pah! My mom became the enemy, huh?" 　　"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Just when I was about to... retaliate, you showed up. You must have come to save your mom. How could I possibly fight back when you're here!" 　　"I know you're tough! But then again, my mom has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She did what she did for my own good, so you can't blame her." 　　An'an stopped scolding me. She had a very clear understanding of "knowing when to stop." A man should always save face. 　　"How could I not understand? She cornered me just now, but I didn't do anything. I dodged and weaved, saving face for you and giving your mother some leeway, only keeping the grievances to myself. That's called bearing humiliation and carrying a heavy burden." 　　"Mmm, my husband is so good!" An'an happily gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I shamelessly leaned in , pointing to my lips, but An'an pushed me away and scolded, "Go away, this is my mother's house, be serious." 　　"Actually, all I can say is that your mother thinks I'm too old, too much older than you." 　　"What's wrong with being old? Being a little older makes you seem more mature, more considerate and caring. Oh, husband!" An'an said sweetly. 　　"Your husband is already taking care of his wife, kissing his wife. How will you take care of your husband then? Tonight, hmm?" I emphasized the word "tonight." 　　"So, how does your darling husband want his wife to pamper you?" Before I could answer, An'an leaned over, biting my earlobe and sweetly blowing, "How about this, tonight, wife will take husband to pick 'chrysanthemums,' okay?" 　　An'an's sweet, fragrant breath melted my bones, and I immediately agreed, "Okay, okay, husband loves picking chrysanthemums!" My body went limp, rubbing against her chest. Before even seeing a chrysanthemum , I was already thinking about picking two other "flower buds." An'an shyly pushed me away, "You big pervert!"

"If you want to pick chrysanthemums, you'd better behave. My mom hasn't fully accepted you yet."

"Behave what? I'm picking my wife's chrysanthemums, not hers..."

*Smack!* Before I could finish, An'an gave me a sharp rap on the head.

"Hehe, don't worry, wife, I definitely won't let you down!" I quickly changed

the subject , "Wife, how old is our mom? She looks so young." Thinking of my mother-in-law's vibrant beauty, I

even doubted whether An'an had been lying to me before.

An'an proudly said, "Of course! That's why I call her 'sister'! What do you think? Isn't my mom

beautiful ? I wasn't lying, was I?"

"You know what, at Mom's age, there aren't many who are this well-preserved. I used to only

see photos, but now that I've seen her in person, she's even more beautiful than in the pictures! It's like... a fairy descended to earth, and you, my wife,

are a little fairy descended to earth! I've met two fairies, one big and one small! Haha, I feel like the

luckiest !"

"You're so vain! You're always so silly." An'an lightly slapped me on the head. "Then

tell me , is the little fairy prettier, or the big fairy?"

Ugh, she's using this old, tired question again, but I can't not answer! Without thinking, I

blurted out , "They're equally beautiful! If these two fairies stood together, you'd think they were sisters!"

"I knew you'd say that! So unoriginal! Are you praising my mom for looking young, or saying I look old?"

"See, you misunderstood again. I meant..."

"Alright, alright, stop explaining. You always give me that long, drawn-out explanation.

I 'm sick of hearing it. I don't have time for that. I understand!" An'an waved her hand impatiently. I secretly chuckled. Whenever

An'an was about to misbehave, I always used this trick to defuse the situation, and it always worked.

In my smugness, my tendency to blabber resurfaced.

"Hey, honey, why doesn't Mom find someone else? Doesn't she want one? Doesn't anyone want to date her?

She's so pretty, and she has such a great figure..." I squinted, trying to recall my mother-in-law's alluring curves. "Ouch,

ouch !"

An'an pinched my ear and said fiercely, "You big pervert, I'll let you think about it! Even if she did find someone, it wouldn't

be you! You old slut, I haven't even settled things with you about the oil painting yet, and now you're already eyeing what's in the

pot . I'm warning you, don't even think about it, that's my mom!"

I rubbed my ear and said with a smirk, "You mean, if it weren't your mom, would it be possible... ouch

..." Before I could finish, An'an pinched it again.

"You dare! You've got some nerve, haven't you? Tell me, do you dare or not?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare even if you killed me! Fairy, have mercy!"

"I bet you wouldn't dare! Humph, you shameless thief! I'm ignoring you, you stay here and watch TV for a while,

I'm going to help my mom."

"Me too!"

"Stay there! Behave yourself! What are you doing interfering when we women are talking?" After saying that,

she left me behind and wiggled her chubby little bottom to go find her mom.

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