Mrs. Jun glanced at Gu Li and didn’t rush to speak.
Gu Li understood, smiled, and took the initiative, "Then you two talk, I’ll go outside to watch TV."
"Alright." Mrs. Jun nodded with satisfaction.
After Gu Li left the dining area, Mrs. Jun sat down and began to speak.
"Wuchen, what do you think of that girl with Moyan?"
"Then do you like her?"
"Moyan’s choice naturally wouldn’t be poor, and since Moyan likes her, I naturally have to like her too."
"I’m not asking about that kind of liking, Wuchen. What worries me most is you. With your parents not around, and your grandparents getting old, if there were someone to take care of you forever, I could die in peace."
"Are you also trying to find a match for me, Grandma?" Jun Wuchen’s face maintained a gentle and mild smile throughout.
"Don’t you wish for that?"
"Grandma, you know my situation well, why bother delaying someone else’s daughter."
"Don’t talk like that, there are plenty of excellent girls who’d want to marry you."
"Grandma, I’m quite content as it is now; you should find someone for my older brother instead."
"What if Grandma insists on you marrying someone to take care of you in the future?"
"From what you’re saying, Grandma, have you already found someone for me?"
"May I know which family’s daughter it is?" Jun Wuchen asked casually.
Regardless of who it was, he had no intention of marrying her.
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"I think the girl by Moyan’s side is quite good; although she lacks some manners, she’s quite pleasant to look at. With some training, she could be a good wife," Mrs. Jun said about Wen Xiao’ai, her words dissatisfied and her eyes filled with disdain and aversion.
If it wasn’t to prevent Wuchen and her estranged son from getting into conflict, she wouldn’t want Wuchen to marry such a person.
"Xiao’ai?" Jun Wuchen was somewhat taken aback.
"What do you mean, Grandma? Are you talking about Xiao’ai? You want me to marry Xiao’ai?"
"Yes, aren’t you quite fond of her too? What’s wrong with letting her take care of you?"
Jun Wuchen seemed to be stunned by this absurd idea, and it took him a while to reply, somewhat bewildered,
"No, the ’like’ I meant wasn’t that kind of like. Moreover, Xiao’ai is a person, not a commodity or an object, not someone you own, nor someone you can just decide who she marries. Besides, she is the girl Moyan likes. The wife of a friend is not to be trifled with, let alone my own brother’s girlfriend. This is simply absurd."
He had thought that because Moyan had found a girlfriend, Grandma was getting anxious about his and his brother’s marital affairs, but unexpectedly it was about him marrying Xiao’ai.
"How is it absurd? The girl and Moyan are both unmarried; why is it absurd? Besides, you and Moyan are so close, it’s just about asking him for someone to take care of you; he would surely agree, given your friendship of over two decades. How could he possibly refuse to grant you a girl?" Mrs. Jun’s wife chimed in.
But what she meant was clear: you’re so close to him, it’s just a woman, all it takes is for you to speak up, and he is bound to give her to you; if he doesn’t, then all his brotherly affection is just a pretense.
Jun Wuchen frowned, somewhat angry, "Great Aunt, you’re my elder, but how can you so rightly suggest I ask for my own brother’s girlfriend?"