"Alright, alright, Mommy won't mention it anymore."
Shen Bijun glanced at her "angry out of embarrassment" eldest son, let out a light laugh, her eyes dancing with a refined classical beauty, and asked, "However, I can ask about my future daughter-in-law, right?"
Future daughter-in-law.
These words gave Gong Yeyan a subtle sense of pleasure deep inside, and he did not object to Shen Bijun's words.
Silence is consent.
Shen Bijun asked, "What's the name of my future daughter-in-law?"
"Ming Ge." Gong Yeyan parted his thin lips, his voice rich and deep like a cello, uttering the light yet graceful words.
"Ming Ge?" Shen Bijun slightly raised her delicate eyebrows, "Night after night, sing and rejoice till drunk with my lord, every cup drunk to let emotions fade."
She spoke with great depth, "Ming Ge, truly a fine name, Ayan, wouldn't you agree?"
Gong Yeyan was taken aback.
He chewed over this line of poetry:
