Jiang Yufeng’s WeChat name was ‘Yufeng Fanyin’.
Personal signature: In the strength of Yu and the tranquility of Feng, listen to the voice of the Dharma.
After adding WeChat, Ye Ximeng directly sent the online store link to Jiang Yufeng.
Just then, Jiang Yufeng’s phone rang.
It was a call from Mother Jiang.
When the call connected, Ye Ximeng faintly heard Mother Jiang seemingly lecturing Jiang Yufeng.
She was telling Jiang Yufeng to settle down, treat his wife well, and stop always thinking about the Buddha, as the Buddha couldn’t live with him or things like that.
Jiang Yufeng slightly lowered his eyes. Though his expression remained cool and detached as he was being scolded, there was no trace of impatience on his face.
Only after Mother Jiang finished her tirade did Jiang Yufeng calmly say, “Mom, I know everything you’re saying.
I’ll keep my promise to you.
Ye Ximeng is very good, and we get along well. I’ll live a good life with her.
The things you’re worried about won’t happen.”
On the other end of the receiver, silence fell, likely because she couldn’t believe these words were coming from her own son.
After a while, Mother Jiang’s voice came through the receiver again.
Ye Ximeng vaguely heard Mother Jiang questioning whether the person answering the phone was really Jiang Yufeng. After confirming his identity, she began questioning whether Jiang Yufeng had been possessed by something today.
Listening to the conversation between this mother and son, Ye Ximeng couldn’t help but gently curve the corners of her lips.
She envied such a mother-son relationship and felt this was what a real mother and child should be like.
Her own mother had passed away when she was very young, and as for her stepmother…
That was Ye Xiaorou’s mother, not hers.
If her mother were still alive, she would probably be like this too.
Scolding with her words, but with deep maternal love in her tone…
At that moment, Jiang Yufeng suddenly pushed the phone in front of Ye Ximeng and turned on the speakerphone, saying, “Mom wants to talk to you.”
Jiang Yufeng looked at Ye Ximeng, and for the first time, his eyes lost some of their coolness and gained a touch of warmth.
“Mom,” Ye Ximeng called into the receiver.
“Ah, Xiaomeng, Xiaofeng just said he’s having breakfast with you right now, is that true?” Mother Jiang asked directly.
“It’s true, we’re eating together right now,” Ye Ximeng said.
But Mother Jiang didn’t believe it: “Tell Mom the truth, are you really eating together?
Did Xiaofeng threaten you to fool me together?”
Hearing this, a look of helplessness appeared in Ye Ximeng’s eyes. She almost laughed as she glanced at Jiang Yufeng, as if teasing him with her eyes about his credibility with Mother Jiang.
A moment later, she withdrew her gaze and said, “Mom, we really are having breakfast. We’re not fooling you. How about I start a video call with you?”
“Good, start a video call, right now!”
Ye Ximeng could see that Mother Jiang’s personality was a bit impulsive, acting on a whim.
She used her own phone to start the video call with Mother Jiang.
They had added each other on WeChat yesterday after the wedding, when Mother Jiang had pulled her aside to do so.
When the video call connected, Ye Ximeng pointed the camera at the two bowls of seafood congee she and Jiang Yufeng hadn’t finished yet.
Mother Jiang on the other end finally confirmed that her son and daughter-in-law were indeed having breakfast together and immediately beamed with joy.
However, seeing such simple bowls of congee in the video, she sighed and said, “Why are you eating so simply?
Didn’t you hire a housekeeper?”
“It’s because I don’t like having outsiders in the house that we haven’t hired a housekeeper,” Ye Ximeng said.
“People hired from outside really aren’t as reliable as those who’ve been with the family for years. How about I send one of our housekeepers over to help you with the chores?” Mother Jiang asked.
“Mom, it’s really not necessary. Yufeng and I just got married, and we want to enjoy some time alone together as a couple.” Ye Ximeng smiled sweetly, her voice gentle and soft, embodying the perfect image of a good daughter-in-law.
On the other end of the video call, Mother Jiang beamed from ear to ear when she heard Ye Ximeng mention their desire for some couple time.
“Couple time is wonderful! Alright then, you two enjoy your time together.
But when it comes to your three daily meals, you can’t just make do like this.
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you need balanced nutrition. Just having porridge won’t do.
How about this—I’ll have Zhang Yi from our house deliver your three meals every day.
While you’re eating, Zhang Yi can take care of the chores and cleaning for you. You two just focus on enjoying your couple time and don’t worry about anything else.”
With these words, Mother Jiang had everything neatly arranged for Ye Ximeng and Jiang Yufeng.
Both Ye Ximeng and Jiang Yufeng were momentarily stunned.
Though equally taken aback, their feelings were likely quite different—one pleasantly surprised, the other perhaps less so.
As Ye Ximeng gathered her thoughts and was about to say something, Mother Jiang cheerfully sealed the deal: “My dear son, my dear daughter-in-law, it’s settled then. You two enjoy your couple time.
And while you’re at it, why not give me a chubby little granddaughter? I won’t disturb you any longer now. Bye-bye!”
The video call ended, leaving Ye Ximeng and Jiang Yufeng staring at each other across the dining table.
Ye Ximeng looked at her disconnected phone, struggling to suppress the corners of her lips from curling upward.
As for Jiang Yufeng…
They stared at each other for about five seconds before Jiang Yufeng finally broke the silence.
“Sorry,” Jiang Yufeng said.
“It’s fine. Mom is adorable,” Ye Ximeng replied, finally allowing herself a slight, restrained smile, careful not to let it grow too wide.
Jiang Yufeng didn’t notice her expression.
He lowered his gaze slightly, as if deep in thought. “About what we agreed on earlier—that you’d live in this marital home while I stay elsewhere and generally won’t come here to disturb you—I might have to go back on my word.”
“What’s wrong?” Ye Ximeng asked, surprised.
“During the call just now, Mom asked Zhang Yi to deliver our meals every day. It seems like she’s not just sending food but also planting a spy in our home.
If I’m not here during mealtimes, Mom will likely find out right away.”
No further explanation was needed.
Ye Ximeng understood perfectly—Mother Jiang was truly her divine assistant.
Living under the same roof would make it easier to pursue him and create opportunities for sparks to fly.
However…
“I’ll go check with the property management later to see if there are any villas for sale or rent in Shallow Water Bay.
Don’t worry, aside from mealtimes, I’ll try my best not to stay here and disturb you.”
He hadn’t forgotten Ye Ximeng’s habit of disliking outsiders in the house.
Naturally, he included himself in the category of “outsiders.”
Ye Ximeng was stunned for several seconds. “Alright then…”
Haste makes waste!
She would take her time and plan carefully!
Most importantly, she was here to reel him in, not to fawn over him.
They had three years ahead of them, and this was only the first day.
They had plenty of time.