Bringing it up would only pressure him.
With this girl keeping him company, he wouldn’t be too lonely, even if he were by himself outside.
He just hoped he wouldn’t feel burdened because of them.
"Xiao’ai, are you a native of the Capital City?" Grandpa Jun asked.
"Xiao’ai is from Holy City, and she has a grandma and a brother at home," Jun Moyan answered for Wen Xiao’ai.
Seeing that Jun Moyan didn’t mention Wen Xiao’ai’s parents, Grandpa Jun didn’t pry further.
"So, Xiao’ai, are you still in school?"
"No, I accompany Jun Moyan to work every day," Wen Xiao’ai replied while eating.
"It seems Xiao’ai is very fond of our Moyan," Grandpa Jun said proudly.
Seeing how exceptional his grandson was, it was no wonder the young lady liked him so much.
Wen Xiao’ai was about to say she liked him, especially liked him, but then she remembered she was still upset about Jun Moyan’s various restrictions and quickly corrected herself with a tone of disdain:
"It’s average, not that fond of him."
Although he knew she was just trying to tease him, it still didn’t sit well with Jun Moyan.
Having gotten used to hearing her express her liking, he couldn’t stand hearing her say she didn’t, not even in jest or as a playful jab.
"Is there anything that Moyan lacks?" Grandpa Jun quickly asked.
Wen Xiao’ai glared at Jun Moyan, who was looking at her, and humphed with a bit of arrogance, "Sometimes he’s unreasonable and scolds me."
"Who exactly is being unreasonable?" Jun Moyan’s expression slightly darkened.
Grandpa Jun was suddenly relieved, his worries vanished.
It was just the young couple bickering— he really was worrying over nothing. With Moyan being so outstanding, how could the girl not like him?
"Moyan, you’re not that young anymore. How about we find a suitable time to go to Holy City and arrange your marriage with Xiao’ai’s family?" Grandpa Jun was quite eager.
Although his grandson was excellent, he was too rigid, had a bit of a temper, and a dull personality; he wasn’t good at socializing.
Xiao’ai was very lively, still childish and definitely loved to play and make a fuss. He was a bit worried that over time Xiao’ai might find Moyan boring, and he worried that Moyan might eventually get annoyed with Xiao’ai...
"Grandpa, Xiao’ai and I..." Jun Moyan wanted to say that he and Xiaoguai were not what they thought.
"It’s okay, it’s okay, feelings can be cultivated slowly, let’s just set the wedding date first, marrying in two or three years won’t be too late."
Jun Moyan wanted to skip this topic, but Wen Xiao’ai objected.
"Two or three years?" Wen Xiao’ai put down her chopsticks, counted on her fingers, and realized that was just too long to count.
"Look at Xiao’ai, a young girl not acting like you at all," Grandpa Jun said, laughing.
Xiaoguai simply didn’t understand what getting married really meant.
"Jun Moyan, why don’t you marry me when I become an adult?"
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Being husband and wife, isn’t it just about eating and sleeping together... what else.
Wen Xiao’ai felt somewhat deflated.
As the four of them were eating, footsteps sounded, and a tall figure walked in.
"Uncle," Jun Wuchen called out when he saw the person.
Jun Qing smiled and nodded, then his gaze swept over Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai before finally resting on Grandpa Jun.