"You got it wrong again, she's also your aunt."
Mu Qian corrected her once more, saying, "Remember, we are already married, we're a family, my son is your son, my aunt is your aunt, my home is also your home."
Wen Jiaren nodded, "I know, it's just hard to change all of a sudden, I keep forgetting that we are married."
"You definitely need more time to adapt to the identity of Mrs. Mu, I hope you won't make me wait too long."
Mu Qian smiled indulgently, his words carrying a certain hint, Wen Jiaren understood, her ears turned red, and she didn't answer.
Mu Qian then explained to her, "The midday sun is too scorching, so my aunt is avoiding it."
It's a little past one now, lunchtime, guests arriving continuously, all here to dine, as the smile near Mu Qian's lips slowly faded. He felt a presence similar to his own, knowing it was Long Teng.
"Smells good, it's the aroma of grilled steak, let's have steak first then."
