"Whew—"

Pan Hui emerged from the kitchen carrying noodles in spicy oil, and noticed her husband holding a cup of tea, blowing at the steam, while staring intently at something on the tea cabinet.

It was a bouquet of flowers.

She had noticed them when she woke up, but had no idea where they came from. Initially, she thought they might be a surprise from her husband, but quickly dismissed that thought.

They were an old couple now.

Besides.

After all these years, she knew that Fang wasn’t the romantic type.

"Come and eat noodles."

Fang Weiguo ignored her, seemingly enchanted by the artificial flowers, sipping his tea while appreciating them with great relish.

"I said, come and eat noodles, didn’t you hear?"

Pan Hui walked over, "What’s so great about them?"

"They’re beautiful, truly beautiful."

Fang Weiguo nodded to himself, his gaze never wavering from the bouquet. His transfixed expression made Pan Hui scowl, then she waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Are you possessed?"

"Slap."

Fang Weiguo swatted her hand away, "What do you know."

"I may not know, but what do you know? It’s just a bunch of flowers, and they’re plastic. What’s so great about them."

Pan Hui remained indifferent.

"Do you know what kind of flowers these are?"

Fang Weiguo finally turned his head slightly.

Pan Hui glanced at the flowers on the cabinet, "Roses, daisies, sunflowers?"

"Wrong!"

"This is a wedding bouquet!"

"Used by newlyweds to convey their blessings during a wedding."

Pan Hui was surprised, then understood and glanced at the closed bedroom door of her daughter, "Did Qing Qing bring them back?"

Fang Weiguo nodded his head and was again lost in the beauty of the flowers.

Pan Hui wondered.

Are they really that beautiful?

"Enough looking, eat your noodles."

Pan Hui gestured to take the flowers away.

"Don’t touch!"

Fang Weiguo quickly stopped her, speaking mysteriously, "Don’t move them, no matter what."

Pan Hui was even more perplexed, "Old Fang, are you really possessed?"

Fang Weiguo remained oblivious, "Do you know the meaning of a wedding bouquet?"

"No idea. Isn’t this something young people like?"

In their generation, such formalities weren’t observed; just having a meal with family was considered done.

"The person who receives the bouquet will inherit the newlyweds’ good luck and will soon find their own happiness."

Pan Hui grew more confused, her face full of bewilderment, "So what?"

"So our daughter has prospects now."

Pan Hui was stunned.

"Because of a bouquet?"

"I think you’re crazy!"

Both of them didn’t even attend Tie Jun’s wedding yesterday, how did this happen?

Fang Weiguo shook his head, looking as though he was playing to an unappreciative audience, then put his teacup on the counter.

"Let me show you something. Keep your emotions in check, don’t get too worked up."

Pan Hui frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Fang Weiguo fished his phone from his pocket, adjusted it, and handed it to his wife.

Pan Hui took it with a puzzled expression, stared at it closely, and found it was a video recording.

"Is this Tie Jun’s wedding?"

"Watch."

Fang Weiguo gestured for her to continue watching.

Although the couple hadn’t been there, it didn’t mean they didn’t know what happened at the event; in the information age, secrets don’t stay hidden.

"Isn’t this bouquet going to Jiang Chen?"

As the video continued, Pan Hui gradually fell silent, her eyes rippling, and her expression began to shift continuously.

The video wasn’t long, totaling only three or four minutes. After all, yesterday’s wedding ceremony lasted just a short while, and the three-minute video captured the essence of it.

At least, it did for the couple.

As if infected by some invisible virus, Pan Hui stared at her phone, frozen at the end of the video.

Fang Weiguo took the phone back, picked up his teacup again, and sipped slowly.

"Sigh—"

He let out a long breath.

"What’s going on here?"

"You tell me what’s going on."

Pan Hui, feeling lost, said, "The two kids, this is..."

Fang Weiguo didn’t respond, gazing at the eternally un-fading artificial flowers, his expression inscrutable.

"No way! I need to ask her."

Pan Hui turned to wake her daughter, unable to comprehend the trend among young people, but that palpable flirting in the video couldn’t go unrecognized.

"Nonsense!"

Fang Weiguo quickly stopped her, "What are you intending to ask?"

"You know, what’s going on between her and Jiang Chen? How did it come to this..."

"Have you lost your mind? Can you really ask these questions? How do you expect our daughter to answer?"

"Answer honestly. Jiang Chen has a girlfriend."

The video alone made it clear.

If you exclude the newlyweds from the footage, one might think their daughter and Jiang Chen were the couple.

Without any mental preparation, Pan Hui found it hard to accept.

Weren’t the kids just respectful and polite to each other?

"That’s precisely why you can’t ask, since Jiang Chen has a girlfriend!"

Pan Hui paused her words, looking straight at her husband, "Are you suggesting Qing Qing should become the other woman?"

"That’s nonsense!"

Fang Weiguo scolded, his face stern, "What other woman? Where did that come from?"

Pan Hui wanted to speak but hesitated.

"Qing Qing and Jiang Chen grew up together; in terms of emotional foundation, no one can surpass them. As for first come, first served, Qing Qing came first!"

Fang Weiguo snorted lightly, "I know our daughter’s thoughts, and you do too. She used to be timid, afraid to face it, afraid to fight for it. As parents, we could only worry, but now, she finally seems to have understood, we as parents should fully support her!"

"But..."

"But what?"

Fang Weiguo’s expression turned solemn, staring gravely at his wife.

"I’ll just ask you one question. If the two kids maintain the status quo, they’ll end up as the most familiar strangers. You know your daughter; do you think Qing Qing would live at peace this way?"

Pan Hui’s eyes trembled, but she remained silent.

"The outcome isn’t important. You’ve seen the video; when’s the last time you’ve seen such a smile on Qing Qing’s face?"

Fang Weiguo took a deep breath.

"Life is a journey, I just hope Qing Qing finds more happiness along the way."

Pan Hui remained quiet.

"What are you two doing?"

The closed bedroom door opened.

Fang Qing stood at the doorway, looking at her parents quizzically.

"Haha, we were just debating whether to call you for noodles, why up so early?"

Fang Weiguo turned, his acting commendable.

"Oh, I’m just going to brush my teeth."

How else to describe it?

As parents, Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui clearly felt it.

Even without any makeup, despite just waking up, their daughter was evidently more "radiant" than yesterday.

The couple exchanged looks.

"Don’t touch my bouquet."

Fang Qing took a step forward, reminding them.

Daughters grow up and become independent.

"Plastic flowers shouldn’t be in the living room, take them to your room."

Pan Hui stated.