Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Xian was pouring hot water into a cup while chuckling lightly and said,
"What are you talking about? We’ve known each other for so many years and never really got together, you think now ’s the time?"
She glanced at him, a playful smile in her eyes.
Cheng Dongyuan fell silent for a moment: "..."
He started to speak, then suddenly found himself at a loss for words; it was as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, his heart felt suffocated.
What could he say? Neither of them considered him a threat at all.
For him, it was really hard to know whether to cry or laugh.
Finally, he lowered his head as if to scoff, and waved his hand, "Alright, stop bashing me, you two. I’ve been fed enough ’dog food’ these past few days."
"What are you saying? You’re my brother, why would I bash you?"
As she spoke, her expression turned a bit more serious, "Seriously, you’re almost hitting forty. Don’t you think about finding someone suitable to marry? I already have two kids."
Cheng Dongyuan looked at her helplessly, "You think getting married is that simple? And—"
He paused, then emphasized deliberately, "What ’almost hitting forty’? Mind your words, I’m only thirty-four, thank you."
Wen Xian nodded solemnly, then casually added, "When I was thirty-four, my kid was nine years old."
Cheng Dongyuan: "..."
Can we even have a proper conversation now?
Seeing his face turn from pale to flushed, Wen Xian decided not to tease him further, she raised her teacup to her lips, hiding the faint smile curving her lips.
Actually, her comments were just a light-hearted way to discuss his personal affairs.
After all, staying single wasn’t really the best option; as people age, they often fear loneliness more, and she hoped he would feel the warmth of a family sooner rather than later.
But in the end, Cheng Dongyuan fell silent for a long while, then spoke earnestly,
"There’s no right age to marry, only the right person to marry."
If he had to marry just for the sake of marriage, to the wrong person, why marry at all?
He didn’t want to settle or just randomly meet someone through an arranged date for the sake of getting married.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian slightly raised an eyebrow.
Alright, she wouldn’t say anything more; he likely knew very well what he wanted, after all, he had experienced more than she had.
Currently, they chatted sporadically, and Cheng Dongyuan occasionally looked out the car window.
He was thinking that Lu Xiao should be arriving soon, but when he glanced outside unexpectedly, he witnessed a scene that made him pause in surprise. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
The rain had started to come down harder, and apart from some nearby restaurants, there were no other sheltered spots. An old man, who collected recyclables, pushed a cart loaded with old copper and scrap metal. His steps were faltering, his clothes shabby. He had just been turned away from a restaurant he had tried to enter to seek shelter from the rain.
Not far away, Lu Xiao, holding an umbrella, also saw this scene.
Cheng Dongyuan frowned slightly, watching as Lu Xiao, umbrella in hand, approached the old scrap collector.
The rain was becoming intense, enough to drench someone completely.
The old man took shelter under a nearby wall, his body shivering slightly.
After reaching the old man, Lu Xiao said something to him, and then, the scrap collector followed him —