Aunt Yu couldn’t hide her surprise and said, “You got married so early after knowing each other.”
Same-sex marriage had only gradually become legal in recent years. After all, with the advancement of technology, even same-sex couples could marry and have children just like heterosexual couples.
Thus, people’s acceptance of same-sex marriage was also increasing.
Although the older generation held deep-rooted beliefs, as the country promoted it, more and more people around them began to respond to the system, gradually coming to accept and understand it.
Aunt Yu was one of them.
She had previously thought it was a rare occurrence, but witnessing it today, especially since it was her tenant whom she had taken care of for nearly a year, she suppressed her astonishment and suddenly felt she could understand.
Not to mention the owner of this villa, a young and accomplished man who had achieved success in his career before turning thirty, owning more than one property, and being exceptionally handsome. He was not very talkative and was said to be a big star. When she mentioned his name to her niece, her niece didn’t believe it at all.
And today, she met Xiao Ren’s partner.
Goodness, he looked like a painting, with fair skin and beautiful eyes that were captivating.
Plus, he had a gentle and polite demeanor. If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t like girls and was already married, if she encountered this kid on the street, she would definitely want to get his contact information to introduce him to her daughter.
Looking at it this way, the two kids were a perfect match.
She suddenly understood—what was there to be conflicted about regarding gender when they were such a visually appealing couple?
So well-matched that even heterosexual couples might not have such compatibility.
However… getting married still seemed a bit fast.
These two young people clearly acted impulsively, and she wondered what their parents thought and whether they supported it.
…
Jing Mian smiled.
In fact, he was already used to such reactions, after all, he and Mr. Ren had a traditional flash marriage.
Aunt Yu finished washing her hands, neatly picked out some vegetables, and placed the ingredients for today on the cutting board, smiling as she said, “If I hadn’t seen it today, I would have thought Xiao Ren was an anti-marriage advocate.”
Jing Mian hung up his coat.
He thought that if he hadn’t personally gotten the marriage certificate with Mr. Ren, he might have also thought the other party was a celibate anti-marriage advocate.
Aunt Yu bent down to send another bag of fruit towards the refrigerator and casually asked, “MianMian looks quite young, how old is he this year?”
Jing Mian replied, “Twenty years old.”
Aunt Yu: “………”
Aunt Yu fell into a long silence for the second time.
This was not just looking young; this was genuinely young.
Where did Xiao Ren find such a child?
Did MianMian’s parents know about his marriage?
He was a year younger than her niece.
Aunt Yu had no children, only a niece, and thinking about her niece, who still acted like a child, sleeping until noon every day, leaving her clothes unfolded and messy, and being too lazy to pack her suitcase during holidays, leaving it open by the bed for the entire break, let alone getting married and managing a household—it was simply a fantasy.
Aunt Yu seemed to ponder for a moment. Although Jing Mian looked obedient, he didn’t seem like someone without independent judgment. Moreover, at twenty years old, to be fair, he was indeed of legal marriage age.
Based on her trust in Xiao Ren’s character… she dismissed the thought of calling the police.
…
Young couples these days really do get married early.
Mr. Ren said nothing, lifting his notebook on the sofa, lowering his gaze, seemingly busy.
But this time, he didn’t return to the study.
Aunt Yu opened the refrigerator and noticed that it was different from usual; the shelves were quite full, not only with fruits but also vegetables, meat, and fish. It was so abundant that it didn’t seem like Mr. Ren had bought it.
It was clearly Jing Mian who had brought it back.
It was evident that the young man was seriously living his life.
Aunt Yu prepared a fruit platter and placed it on the coffee table beside the sofa. The platter contained a section of blueberries, plump and juicy, successfully attracting Jing Mian’s attention.
Finally, he got the compensation for not having breakfast this morning.
As he popped one into his mouth, the sweet and sour juice spread in his mouth, satisfying his taste buds.
Aunt Yu wiped her hands and advised, “From now on, just leave the grocery shopping to me. If there’s anything you want to eat, just tell me. Even if Aunt Yu can’t cook, I can learn online now, and the taste won’t be bad.”
Jing Mian thanked her, “Thank you, Aunt Yu.”
The woman’s gaze fell on Jing Mian, and the more she looked, the more she felt uneasy, as if he were her own child, unable to help but worry: “MianMian, how long has it been since you washed your clothes? Since we’re doing laundry today, take them off and let Aunt Yu have a look. Are the sleeves and collar dirty?”
Jing Mian stood up, “I used the school’s washing machine…”
“That won’t do. The school’s washing machine is public. What if someone puts in smelly socks? It won’t be as clean as washing at home.”
Aunt Yu thought for a moment and said, “Bring your pajamas over too. This villa has good sunlight; they can dry overnight, and it won’t delay you from going to school tomorrow.”
From his teenage years until now, Jing Mian had hardly experienced being cared for by someone. Being nagged about these things for the first time, he was clearly a bit at a loss, so he went upstairs and obediently took out his pajamas from his suitcase.
Aunt Yu saw the neatly folded clothes in the suitcase and casually placed them all in the basket, preparing to wash them together.
Jing Mian hesitated.
Wait, if even the pajamas were being washed, what would he wear later…
Unexpectedly, Aunt Yu opened the wardrobe and pulled out a brand new, fresh set of pajamas from the bottom drawer.
She said, “These are Xiao Ren’s. I remember they’ve never been washed; they should have been bought and never worn. You can wear this today.”
Wearing Mr. Ren’s clothes?
Jing Mian was in a dilemma.
His emotions told him it was not appropriate, but reason reminded him that if he avoided wearing the man’s pajamas out of fear of offending Mr. Ren, and if Aunt Yu noticed something amiss, it would easily expose the fact that they were a contractual couple.
After all…
Wearing your husband’s pajamas was perfectly reasonable.
So there was really no reason to refuse.
Jing Mian took them, hesitated for a moment, and still went to the bathroom to change.
Once he put them on, he realized that Mr. Ren’s size… was a bit too big.
For instance, the sleeves were long enough to cover his fingertips, and the neckline was wide enough to reveal a bit of collarbone, which was fair and beautiful.
Moreover, the hem was quite loose and low, the fabric inevitably draping down, almost covering his legs.
In fact, once he wore the top, the pajama pants seemed somewhat unnecessary.
However, Jing Mian was still grateful that the waistband had some elasticity; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to wear them. Although he could wear them, he still had to roll up part of the pant legs.
Aunt Yu couldn’t help but laugh when she saw, “How can Xiao Ren be so much taller than you? He can fit you in there.”
Jing Mian: “…”
He remembered that Mr. Ren wasn’t always like this. The older brother from his youth had a tall and beautiful figure, neither too muscular nor too thin, a type that was pleasing to the eye but wouldn’t make one feel infatuated.
And now, Jing Mian had to admit that, as an adult, he was still a vibrant college student, unable to suppress his envy for Mr. Ren’s physique.
Aunt Yu saw that the first small basket for clothes was full, so she stood up and said, “I’ll go downstairs to get another basket.”
Seeing this, Jing Mian quickly said, “I’ll do it.”
So he slipped on his slippers and went downstairs in Mr. Ren’s pajamas.
At that moment, Ren Xingwan was in a video conference.
The main participants were several financial directors and branch operators. There weren’t many people, so it was a small meeting that would end in about twenty minutes.
On the other end of the meeting, several people were dressed very formally, with backgrounds of offices, clean wooden desks, and some even had bookshelves behind them, adding to the solemnity.
Clearly, they not only valued this meeting but also the person leading it.
And at the center of attention, that man seemed to be in his own home, sitting on the sofa.
Even through the camera, one could see his light-colored pupils, long curled eyelashes, and as dusk fell, he appeared somewhat indifferent, yet it commanded respect from those reporting to him, exuding an aura of authority without anger.
However, not far away,
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming down from the second floor.
The sound was very light; even though he was wearing slippers, it was distinguishable that it wasn’t Aunt Yu’s footsteps.
Ren Xingwan raised his gaze.
Then the man saw Jing Mian walking down the hallway, wearing pajamas that were clearly a size too big for him, belonging to Mr. Ren.
Even from a distance, it was clear—
The hem of the pajamas barely reached Jing Mian’s thighs, resembling a boyfriend’s oversized shirt.
The wide neckline inevitably revealed a small section of his collarbone, which was fair and beautiful.
While Director Liang was reporting, he nervously glanced at the video feed of Mr. Ren.
Then he saw:
Mr. Ren’s gaze clearly drifted for a moment!
Director Liang: “?”
He swallowed hard, feeling a bit anxious.
This was a hard-earned opportunity; he had been working on this project for a long time and absolutely couldn’t make a mistake. Thinking he hadn’t explained clearly, Director Liang flipped back to the third section of the promotional department’s layout plan, highlighting the key points, and briefly reported it to Mr. Ren again.
To his surprise, Mr. Ren spoke up, “Didn’t we just go over this?”
Director Liang was taken aback.
Oh, it turned out he had misread the situation.
Mr. Ren had been listening all along and hadn’t lost focus, and it seemed he had explained it clearly the first time.
So Director Liang cleared his throat, apologized, flipped to the fourth section, and continued speaking clearly.
At this moment, Jing Mian found the small basket for clothes near the washing machine and carried it back.
The figure in pajamas passed by not far in front of Ren Xingwan again.
Mr. Ren: “…”
This time, everyone in the conference room noticed—
Mr. Ren’s gaze clearly wandered for a moment again!