"Why did it take you so long?" Qian asked Yu Minglang.
Yu Minglang pulled out a few small boxes from his pocket and complained, "I went to several pharmacies to find this, but I saw a really cute baby on the way."
It was just an ordinary remark, but in the ears of Qian, a woman seemingly prone to pre-marital anxiety, it was overinterpreted.
"A really cute... baby?"
Really cute baby = going to have a baby = shotgun wedding!
Yu Minglang saw her like a frightened bird, sighed internally but didn't show it on his face.
"I like kids, but given your current situation, it's not suitable to have children. Let's wait a few years."
The mention of children made Qian nervous again, fearing he would talk about marriage.
Instead, he didn't mention it, leisurely doing chores. Qian had a particularly good habit of personal hygiene, and the house was spotless. He used the window cleaning tools he bought to clean all the windows and actively reported his schedule to Qian.
