"Hmm, have you finished eating? I’ll clean up. Do you want to bring anything to Jing Yi’s place? If so, go prepare it." Qin Xue understood that children’s friendships are different from those of adults, so she let them decide for themselves.
Besides, it’s good to let them make decisions, cultivating social habits from a young age. After all, when you go out into the world, friends are what you rely on. The benefits are nurous, and it helps them not to be timid.
"Mom, we got it. See you later." The three kids exchanged glances and then slowly returned to their rooms.
At the table, the couple exchanged smiles and began tidying up the dishes.
"Kids, it’s ti to go." After finishing up herself, Qin Xue called out to the children.
"Here we are, Mom, do we look handso?" Yu Chen pulled his two brothers in front of Qin Xue, hoping for complints.
"Handso, very good-looking." Looking at the three children in their suspenders, Qin Xue really thought they looked great—Fang Xiu had helped make them, and Jingtao had a similar one.
"That’s what we think too." Yu Chen bead with pride at his mother’s praise.
"Not bad, let’s go." Chu Molin wore a set of shirt and trousers, a suit that Qin Xue had made for him, and it was his first ti wearing it.
"Chu Molin, you’re so handso." Qin Xue had never seen Chu Molin dressed like this; it was the first ti, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably—he was irresistibly charming.
Her husband turned out to be the perfect clothes hanger; no matter what clothes he wore, it gave him a unique look.
This model-like husband was hers, and she thought she could make more casual wear for him in the future. With this in mind, Qin Xue indeed started making many clothes for Chu Molin from the next day, though she didn’t know if he actually wore them.
"Let’s go, what are you looking at?" Chu Molin noticed his wife lost in admiration—it was rare to see this—and a brief trace of amusent flashed in his eyes, too quick to catch.
"Because you look great." Qin Xue’s thick-skinned nature ant you couldn’t tease her easily.
"We’ll take a good look when we get back tonight. If we don’t go now, we’ll be the focus when the party starts." Chu Molin reached out to tousle her hair.
"As if you wouldn’t be the focus already. I’m really starting to think you’re trying to outshine the groom, looking this handso. Are you trying to make the bride regret not choosing you?" Without ntioning focus earlier, Qin Xue wasn’t worried; but now, she realized her husband might actually be the center of attention. Guests might neglect the wedding altogether, with all eyes on him.
"Honey, you should wear that dress. That way, we’ll match, and no one can say anything." Chu Molin initially thought she’d wear that outfit, but she didn’t.
"No, I’m not wearing that. I’ll choose sothing else." Qin Xue thought she had a Cheongsam in her wardrobe—she’d wear that instead, to ensure they wouldn’t just look at Chu Molin.
"Are you sure you won’t wear it? I think it suits you, and you’d be stunning." Although Chu Molin hadn’t seen her in that dress, he knew she was the most beautiful with just one look at her glowing face.
"Nope, wait a bit. I don’t believe this." Telling her husband and kids to wait, Qin Xue returned to the room—it wasn’t hard to find the Cheongsam, as she hadn’t worn it since it was made; it had hung there all along. She just needed to take it out.
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