An Nan's guess was very accurate; Lin Mubai was indeed a bit tipsy, but he wasn't as out of it as he appeared. His large hand tightly held his wife's small hand in his palm, and he casually interrupted his own grandmother and mother's excitement: "Grandma, Mom, An Nan and I are not in a rush for the wedding."
"How can you not be in a rush? Are you just going to let a good woman be unclear with you like that?" Old Madam Lin wasn't pleased with her grandson's irresponsible words.
"I'm not." Lin Mubai really felt that his grandmother was being too harsh. Besides, this woman was his most beloved; how could he bear to let her suffer even the slightest grievance? A wedding was definitely necessary; after all, a wedding was considered the most important event in a woman's life. Since other women would have it, how could he let his woman miss it? It's just that now isn't the right time.
