Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Pei's mother hung up Pei Luonan's call, her fingers still hovering over the phone screen, her brows tightly furrowed.

She sat on the sofa in the living room, her eyes fixed on the celadon teacup on the coffee table. The wall of the cup reflected her anxious expression - her son was good in everything, he was decisive in business, and his feelings for Xingxing were genuine, but he was too "slow" in his feelings.

Gu Fanxing had clearly said "give it a try", and Long Weiwei had already been in jail for spreading rumors and slander, but he still just delivered meals and sorted out materials every day, and didn't mention "settling down" at all. How could she not be anxious?

"Why are you sighing here?" Pei's father walked out of the study, holding a newspaper in his hand, and his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose.

Seeing Mother Pei's worried face, she couldn't help but ask, "What happened in Luonan?"

"Nothing's happened, but I'm just feeling uneasy." Mother Pei put down her teacup, her tone a little anxious. "Luo Nan said Xingxing agreed to 'give it a try' with him, but how can 'give it a try' be guaranteed? What if Xingxing thinks of something else one day, or if that girl Long Weiwei comes out to mess things up again? Wouldn't this plan be ruined?"

"You're thinking about Luonan and Xingxing all day long, aren't you tired?" He had long seen through Pei's mother's thoughts and knew about the "secretly prepared" marriage certificate she had hidden in her bedroom drawer.

On the day when Pei Ma helped Pei Luonan and Gu Fanxing get their marriage certificate, he understood his wife's thoughts, but he didn't expose them. As long as she didn't use the certificate to do anything inappropriate, he didn't need to pay attention to it.

Pei's mother was touched by her feelings and didn't try to hide them. She put down her phone and sighed, "How can I not think about it? Luo Nan said Xingxing agreed to 'try it' with him, but how can 'try' be so accurate?

Even though Long Weiwei is already in jail and can no longer cause trouble, Xingxing still has some lingering feelings. What if she regrets it someday? Wouldn't Luonan's twenty years of waiting be in vain?

Father Pei sat down beside her and slowly poured himself a cup of tea. As the fragrance of the tea spread, he slowly spoke: "Let the young people handle their own affairs, don't worry about them.

Luo Nan knew what was going on. Besides, Xingxing was a steady kid and wouldn't change his mind easily.

I've told you before that relationships can't be rushed. Are you thinking about that marriage certificate again?"

Mother Pei was startled and looked up at Father Pei. Seeing that he looked calm, she breathed a sigh of relief, but she still argued with a bit of unwillingness.

"I'm doing this for their own good! With this certificate, they are legally husband and wife. No matter what happens, Xingxing will feel more at ease, and Luonan will also be more confident.

Besides, Xingxing likes Luonan so much, even if she is a little concerned at first, she will gradually understand my painstaking efforts."

"Understand? Have you ever wondered what kind of children Xingxing is?"

Father Pei put down his teacup, pushed up his glasses, and spoke with a serious tone.

"She's an archaeologist, dealing with porcelain fragments and ruins every day. She values ​​sincerity and propriety above all else, and won't tolerate any compromise or reluctance. If you go to her with this certificate that we haven't discussed with her, she'll just think our Pei family doesn't respect her, and that Luo Nan is in cahoots with us, manipulating even something as important as marriage.

By then, don't even mention 'settling it'. All the efforts Luo Nan made before, such as delivering sweet cakes, handing over information, and resolving misunderstandings, will be wasted, right? "

These words were like a basin of warm water, instantly extinguishing half of Pei's mother's anger.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, and the last time Gu Fanxing came to her house for dinner emerged in her mind.

The little girl was wearing a simple white shirt, her eyes sparkling as she drank chicken soup from a bowl. When she talked about the newly discovered Song Dynasty porcelain fragments at the site, her tone was full of love that she could not hide.

Even when Pei Luonan handed her the peeled shrimp, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Pei, I can do it myself." Her tone was gentle but with a sense of propriety that could not be refused.

A child like that really cannot be "tied" down by a certificate.

"But when I saw Luo Nan's silly look, I felt anxious."

Pei's mother's voice softened, with a hint of grievance.

"He told me yesterday that he would send Xingxing light meals every day and help her organize Ying Qingci's information. He even remembered that she didn't eat salad dressing, for fear that if he didn't do anything right, she would be unhappy.

As a mother, I wanted to help him when I saw how cautious he was. "

"The best way to help him is to not cause more trouble."

Father Pei patted the back of her hand and spoke in a softer tone.

“When we were young, didn’t we also wait for three years before settling down?

At that time, your mother thought I was unreliable and did not agree with us being together.

Don’t I also get up at five o’clock every morning, take a detour to the door of your company to deliver hot soy milk, squat at the bus stop with an umbrella on rainy days waiting for you to get off work, and only after a little bit of persuasion can I make you feel at ease?

Love is like cooking porridge, it has to be simmered slowly over low heat. When the heat is right, the aroma will naturally come out.

If you add more wood in a hurry, the fire will be too strong and the porridge will become mushy. Not only will it be unpalatable, but you will also have to wash the pot, and it will be difficult to remedy the situation later."

Pei's mother was silent, her fingers unconsciously stroking the armrest of the sofa.

She remembered that when she was young, the soy milk that Pei's father sent her every day was always warm, and his umbrella was always tilted towards her on rainy days. It was those unspoken thoughts that slowly moved her heart.

Isn't what Luo Nan is doing now what Pei's father did back then? Perhaps, she is really too impatient.

"Then...what about this certificate?" Mother Pei looked up at Father Pei, her tone hesitant. "We can't just keep it in the drawer forever, right?"

"Let's put it aside for now. It's not too late to talk about it after they have settled the matter themselves."

Father Pei said firmly, "If Luo Nan can really make Xingxing agree willingly, it doesn't matter whether he has the certificate or not; if he doesn't have this ability, Xingxing won't feel at ease even with the certificate.

As parents, we should just watch from afar, lend a hand when they need it, and not make decisions for them."

Mother Pei thought about it and finally nodded, and the anxiety in her heart gradually dissipated.

She got up and walked to the bedroom, opened the drawer of the bedside table, looked at the small red box, hesitated for a few seconds, and then pushed it to the innermost part of the drawer and covered it with a piece of cloth.

I just wanted to put aside this "anxious thought" for the time being and leave enough space for Luonan and Xingxing.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Mother Pei walked back to the living room, picked up her phone and sent a message to Pei Luonan.

"Luonan, Mom won't rush you anymore. Just be nice to Xingxing. Don't worry. Tell your family if you have any problems.

By the way, if Xingxing likes the osmanthus cake I made, tell me and I’ll send it to you.”

Not long after, Pei Luonan replied to the message and added a smiley face.

"I understand, Mom. Thank you and Dad. Don't worry, I will get along well with Xingxing. I believe I will be able to win your daughter-in-law over soon. After I finish my work at the ruins, I will bring her home to see you."

Mother Pei looked at the smiling face on the screen, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

She looked up at Father Pei, a relieved smile on her face: "I hope this brat can fight for his ambition and marry Xingxing home soon."

"Will do."

Father Pei picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked out the window.

The flowers in the yard have sprouted tender green buds. In a few months, when autumn comes, the whole yard will be filled with the fragrance of flowers.

By then, maybe he would be able to see Luo Nan and Xingxing picking flowers in the yard together, just like he and Pei's mother did back then, sitting under a tree, chatting about family matters, and slowly enduring their ordinary but warm days.

Pei's mother never mentioned the marriage certificate again, nor did she tell Pei Luonan and Gu Fanxing this "secret".

She knew that matters of the heart ultimately depended on the two of them to walk their own path, and other people's "impatience" and "help" would disrupt the rhythm if they were not on point.

It is better to calm down and wait, wait until the time is right, wait until your intention is strong enough, then all the waiting will naturally turn into a perfect outcome.