Since Grandpa and Grandma wanted them not to show filial respect this morning, but to do so every day in the future, as juniors, they should accept this graciously. In short, their own elders couldn't compare to the grandmother of his wife.
Every time Yao Ziye thought of Shen Jiayin's grandmother helping him block drinks at the wedding banquet with such grandeur, his heart was filled with gratitude. He swore from the bottom of his heart to show respect to his wife's grandmother. Therefore, he hailed a cab and, with his wife, headed straight to Grandma Shen's residence.
Bringing a box of butter cookies the elderly lady loved, Yao Ziye and his wife sat in the taxi. In the back seat, his hand habitually held hers.
Shen Jiayin's hand was clasped by him. Before marriage, her hand had been held by him many times and she had long gotten used to it. But for some reason, as he held it this morning, a thin layer of sweat gradually formed on her forehead.
