Soon, Nan Mufeng came back, holding a big durian.
"You bought a durian? Aunt Zhang, cut it open." Yu Ling loved durian and reached out to grab it.
Nan Mufeng dodged back a bit, "Mom, this isn't for you."
"Then it's for..." Yu Ling frowned, then smiled, lowered her voice, and asked her son, "For your wife?"
Nan Mufeng said nothing. Actually, it was for himself.
Even though he felt Du Fan was mocking him, he still brought the durian back.
"Tsk tsk, so loving to your wife!" Yu Ling nudged her son, "I loved durian when I was pregnant with you. Is your wife..."
"Mom, don't say such things." Nan Mufeng looked toward the kitchen, feeling awkward.
"Your wife is making soup."
"Oh."
Nan Mufeng carried the durian upstairs.
He decided to stay here tonight; with parents and elders around, Jian Xi wouldn't possibly cause a big scene, right?
Then, as it turned out... he really overthought! Typical guilty conscience!
