Chiang Xiao said that just to make him accept it.
A half-can left, which doesnât sound like a gift, but rather like a casual exchange between friends.
But who knew this little girl would be so crafty, she actually took a new can and opened it.
Since he accepted it, surely heâs brave enough to accept a little gift from her?
The phone rang.
Director Wei set the things aside and quickly went to answer it.
A voice with a hint of laughter came through the phone.
"Uncle, looks like you just got home?"
"Yes, thatâs right. You can tell Iâm a bit out of breath?" Director Weiâs usually expressionless face suddenly softened, even showing a smile.
"I can hear it. Whatâs up? Itâs the middle of the day, and you went out to work without eating?"
Director Wei glanced at the clock on the corner wall, two oâclock.
Indeed, he hadnât eaten; he had forgotten.
"Did I guess right?" The man on the other end disapprovingly said: "Uncle, when you can eat on time..."
"...Make sure to eat on time. If youâre really too busy, thatâs another matter."
Before he could finish his sentence, Director Wei continued it for him.
The man on the other end couldnât help but laugh.
If thereâs anyone in the world whose laugh can make you imagine what an attractive person they must be, it would be the owner of this voice.
The laughter was soothing and sunny.
The tone made it sound very pleasant to listen to.
"Youâll never guess where I went and who I met." Director Wei said.
"For you to ask me that, it must be someone... somewhat related to me, or someone I know, but not very directly, and it can spark my interest and surprise, right?"
"Yixi is always as smart as I am."
It was hard to tell if Director Wei was complimenting him or himself.
Over there, Wei Yixi chuckled again, recalling the phone call he had just received yesterday, and said: "Could it be, Uncle, that you missed lunch because you went to meet that so-called most suitable woman to be Wei Yixiâs wife, Miss Xiao Chiang?"
Director Wei knew he would guess it.
However, hearing him say that, Director Wei sighed lightly and said: "Sheâs suitable for you, but unfortunately, so far, her relationship with that kid Meng Xinian is still very good, with no signs of breaking. So, Yixi, youâre a bit late."
Hearing the regret in his tone, Wei Yixi couldnât help but laugh again.
"Is that girl really that good?"
"Not particularly good."
"Hm?" Wei Yixi raised an eyebrow.
"In many peopleâs eyes, she might be too strong-willed and a bit rough. She doesnât hesitate to hit back if someone provokes or offends her. I reckon she might be like that in front of her man, too. If someone really crosses her line, they shouldnât expect her to be gentle, tolerant, or abide by any traditional norms."
So, many men might think such a woman isnât charming enough.
"Moreover, she earns too much. I think you canât even earn half of what she does, and sheâll want to control the finances."
This is something many men canât tolerate either.
Theyâd feel humiliated if their wife earns so much more, hurting their pride.
"With elders, as long as you donât offend her, itâs fine. But if you do, she wonât care who you are; sheâll show no mercy."
So, many elders probably wouldnât like their son or grandson marrying such a daughter-in-law either.
Listening to this, laughter filled Wei Yixiâs eyes.
He glanced at the distant blue sea outside the door, watching the seagulls occasionally sweep across the sky, and said: "Hearing Uncle say this, she really isnât the gentle and demure ideal wife."