Chapter 334, Anxious Little Great-Grandchild (Second Update)

Chu Chen’s eyes flashed with disappointment. He messed up her wine-red curly hair by roughly rubbing her head and spoke with a touch of helplessness, "Can’t you just say something in my favor?"

She clearly knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted.

"That’s a bit difficult," Gu Xinuo continued to tease him.

Chu Chen hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her into his embrace, "Looks like all the food I’ve cooked has been fed to an ungrateful wolf."

Hearing the grievance in his words, Gu Xinuo’s eyes crinkled with laughter.

...

The day before Veya’s birthday, Li Mochan and the two others returned to M Country.

Seeing the three of them back, the old lady was overjoyed and ordered the kitchen to prepare a full table of food.

"The three of you have lost so much weight during this trip. Eat more; I’ll have the kitchen make some nourishing soups to help you replenish," instructed the elder Mrs. Jiang at the dinner table, constantly urging them to eat more, while she herself barely touched her food.

"Grandma, you should eat too, don’t just focus on us three," Ye Jiuliang said softly, placing a bowl of soup in front of Mrs. Jiang.

"Alright, alright," Mrs. Jiang smiled so widely that her wrinkles bunched together.

Veya said with a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Xiaojiu, you should come back more often if you can. Otherwise, the house is too quiet."

"Exactly, exactly. If we had a little baby, the house would be even livelier," Mrs. Jiang hinted, her eyes flitting over Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan with a smile.

Ye Jiuliang silently focused on eating her rice; she couldn’t pick up on this topic.

Next to her, Li Mochan, unperturbed, was picking fish bones, pretending not to understand the old lady’s implication.

"Ahan, Xiaojiu, when do you two plan to get married?" Eager for her great-grandchild, Mrs. Jiang was not going to let the topic slide and asked bluntly.

Instantly, four sets of eyes turned simultaneously to look at them.

Li Mochan paused with his chopsticks, and with a profound gaze, looked at the little wolf cub next to him sipping soup.

He too wanted to know the answer.

With so many eager eyes fixed on her, Ye Jiuliang found it impossible to ignore the question any longer.

She lifted her head and, from the corner of her eye, glanced at Li Mochan, whispering to him, "Why are you staring at me?"

"Grandma is asking us when we are getting married," Li Mochan said, accommodatingly bending his head lower to prevent her from straining her neck.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips twitched; she wasn’t deaf.

Her hand hidden under the table pinched Li Mochan’s thigh. She forced a smile, "My bride price hasn’t been saved up yet."

"Grandma, she says her bride price hasn’t been saved up yet," this time Li Mochan did not lower his voice.

The words left everyone at the table dumbfounded.

Bride price not saved up?

Must be a mistake.

"Xiaojiu, you don’t need to give a bride price; the bride price is what Ahan will give to you," Mrs. Jiang clarified with a chuckle.

"Grandma, what sister-in-law meant is that she is planning to marry cousin brother," Jiang Yisheng said, laughing. He remembered a time at Mo Garden when Feng Yi had brought up the same subject, and Jiuliang had insisted that she would marry her cousin brother.

"Hahaha, Xiaojiu, you’re planning to marry Ahan? That’s quite a creative idea," Veya couldn’t hold back her laughter upon hearing this.

The variety of games young people play these days is amusing.

Ye Jiuliang touched her nose and continued to sip her soup.

The room felt a bit hot.

Mrs. Jiang placed a chicken leg on her plate, her face wearing a smile filled with affection, and her words clearly siding with her, "Xiaojiu, Ahan doesn’t need a bride price; just let him give you a dowry instead."

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

True to form as a family, their way of speaking is all the same.

"Grandma, we’ll consider the marriage thing; let’s eat first," Li Mochan finally spoke up to steer the conversation away for her.

Ye Jiuliang chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, let’s eat first, the marriage can wait, there’s no rush."

Mrs. Jiang looked at the two of them, unable to help but smile wryly—yet she was anxious for her little great-grandchild.