Zhulan sighed in relief; Lady Dong was wise to take her words to heart. "Alright, you should rest too. If there's anything, just let me know—I'll be on my way back now."
Lady Dong replied, "Mhm."
In the afternoon, after Chang Lian returned from Graduate Meng's house, Zhulan called him over, "Don't keep calling out 'son, son'; sons and daughters are the same. Are you heartless? Can't you see Lady Dong has lost weight?"
Chang Lian touched his nose, "Mom, I've stopped saying 'son' a long time ago, but when I advise Lady Dong, she doesn't listen."
These days, to comfort Lady Dong, even though he didn't like sour foods, he ate them anyway, and he didn't dare to eat special meals lest Lady Dong felt uneasy knowing about it. He thought he was truly a good husband.
Zhulan believed Chang Lian's words and waved her hand, "Alright, go back and spend more time with Lady Dong!"
Chang Lian glanced at the gift list in his mother's hand, "Mom, are you arranging a marriage for Chang Zhi?"
