He opened one of the boxes. Inside was a simple yet elegant pearl necklace with a gentle luster—exactly as he'd imagined.
This one was for his mom.
He nodded again and again. "Perfect. Thanks, Sister Shui. And please thank the owner for me, too."
Yang Yishui waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be so formal. What about the other one?"
Shen Yuan set the necklace box down and opened the other one.
Inside lay two exquisite pearl hair clips. The style was almost identical to what Shen Yuan had in mind; in fact, they looked even nicer.
The design was fluid, and each pearl was perfectly round and plump, gleaming with a soft luster.
Shen Yuan nodded in satisfaction.
Yang Yishui leaned in for a closer look, clicking her tongue in admiration.
"They do look rather youthful. A perfect gift for your 'mom'."
Yang Yishui deliberately stressed the word "mom," the mischief in her eyes practically overflowing.
Shen Yuan just grinned, completely unfazed by his Eldest Female Cousin's teasing.
