The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Yes, when are you getting married?

Ye Shu stood behind the bar, holding a white cloth in her hand, rubbing it back and forth on the rim of a glass, her eyes staring blankly at the bar counter.

He certainly hopes to get married as soon as possible... right? Right?

Thinking about this, he himself became a little insecure.

He loves them, without a doubt, as naturally as breathing, as enduring as a heartbeat.

But... why do I feel a little scared after talking to Sister Chen Xing and thinking about marriage in depth?

It felt strange, like stepping on a cloth laid out on the ground. You knew it was solid ground underneath, but you still couldn't help feeling uneasy.

As for what he was afraid of, Ye Shu himself couldn't explain it, but he just felt inexplicably apprehensive.

Is it fear of marriage itself? Fear of that bright red marriage certificate, or fear of that ceremony that everyone is watching?

It seems that's not entirely true.

Is it because they're afraid of the legendary saying that "marriage is the tomb of love"? Are they afraid that their feelings for each other will be worn away by the daily grind?

I'm still afraid... afraid that after marriage, they won't be like they are now, with only each other in their eyes and hearts. They'll be bound by the mundane details of daily life and become a different person.

He couldn't imagine what Xiaoxue, Xiaonuan, Sister Zhiqiu, and Sister Xiaqing would be like if any of them turned out that way.

But the more he couldn't imagine it, the more frightened he became.

"What are you thinking about? Don't you like this cup? You'll rub it until it's stained."

Ye Shu suddenly felt someone pat her shoulder, and then heard Sister Chen Xing complaining.

Ye Shu turned around and saw Chen Xing raising his eyebrows at him, holding several coffee cups that the guests had drunk from.

"Ah...no, it's nothing."

Ye Shu quickly lowered her head, and unconsciously sped up the wiping of the cup.

"Alright, alright, stop wiping it. You've practically worn a patina out of this cup."

Chen Xing reached out and snatched the glass from Ye Shu's hand, placed it aside, then leaned against the bar with his arms crossed, looking at Ye Shu and asking:

"You've been distracted since earlier. What's wrong? Are you under so much pressure about becoming the store manager that you're taking it out on yourself by hitting your cup?"

"No, not at all..."

Ye Shu glanced around the shop. There weren't many customers, only two or three tables, and everyone was chatting quietly or looking at their phones.

He looked at Chen Xing again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him.

Yes, isn't this a ready-made senior in front of us?

Instead of letting your imagination run wild, you should ask those who have been through it for their experiences. Although they haven't fully gotten through it yet, they'll be soon.

He hesitated for a moment, still feeling a little embarrassed:

"Sister Chen Xing, I have something I'd like to ask you."

"Yeah, go ahead and ask."

Chen Xing rested one arm on the bar counter, tilting his head slightly to look at the younger boy who was a head taller than him:

"What can't you tell me? Are you short of money? Did you have a fight with your girlfriend? Or do you have different ideas about the profit split we just talked about? Just say what you want to say."

"No, it has nothing to do with money."

Ye Shu quickly explained:

"Well... I wanted to ask you, how are you feeling right now?"

"tired!"

Chen Xing gave the answer without even thinking.

She reached up and rubbed her neck, then began to pour out her grievances:

"A few days ago at this time, I was sitting here watching TV, having a great time. Look at me now, it's only been a few hours, and my calves are already starting to ache from standing. I can't wait to lie down..."

"No, no, Sister Chen Xing."

Ye Shu interrupted her continued complaining and said:

"I'm not asking how you feel right now, I'm asking you right now! How are you feeling?"

"How do you feel? What are you saying, Xiao Ye?"

Chen Xing really didn't understand what he meant by closing the box. He thought, "I'm not going to say anything more, I'm tired! What other answer do you want?"

Ye Shu realized that her question was indeed flawed, so she quickly changed her approach:

"I'm asking... I'm asking how you feel about marriage right now?"

"The matter of marriage?"

Chen Xing pondered the question for a moment, then stared at Ye Shu for a long time. Seeing Ye Shu's bitter face, he raised an eyebrow and smiled with a look of sudden realization:

"Oh, I see. So, after all this time, our Xiao Ye is... having pre-wedding anxiety?"

Pre-wedding anxiety... These four words made Ye Shu feel inexplicably embarrassed and a little ashamed.

But it was indeed true, and he had asked Sister Chen Xing about it, so he didn't hide anything. He held onto the bar counter with one hand and nodded honestly.

Chen Xing found his cowardly appearance somewhat amusing and asked:

"What's wrong? You haven't even set a specific date yet, and you're already scaring yourself? Well done, Ye Shu. I didn't realize you were so forward-thinking. How eager are you to get married?"

Ye Shu felt her ears burning from what she said, but she didn't argue back. She just waited eagerly for this experienced person to come over and offer some valuable advice.

Chen Xing couldn't stand his pleading gaze, so he cleared his throat and became a little more serious:

"Does the thought of marriage make you feel a little uneasy? Do you feel uncertain about the future, lack confidence, and even a little panicked? You can't quite put your finger on what you're afraid of, it just hangs there in the air, right?"

"Yes! That's the feeling!"

Ye Shu nodded quickly. What a miracle doctor! It seems that seeking out a senior doctor was the right decision.

Seeing him like this, Chen Xing crossed his arms, leaned against the bar behind him, and said in a tone that suggested they were both in the same boat:

"To be honest with you, your brother-in-law and I are actually in a similar phase right now."

Ye Shu's newly found hope was suddenly extinguished by half.

Well, it seems I didn't find a doctor, I found a fellow patient.

Chen Xing, standing nearby, immediately knew what Ye Shu was thinking.

She hissed in annoyance, picked up a small iron spoon from the side, and smacked Ye Shu on the forehead.

"What's with that expression?"

Chen Xing shook the spoon in his hand and said somewhat unconvinced:

"Let me tell you, although your brother-in-law and I are still in this pre-war anxiety period, we have found some ways to relieve it."

Although Ye Shu's forehead didn't hurt at all, she still rubbed it.

"So how did you all relieve it? Please pass on your secrets to me, senior!"

"Alright, alright, then I'll pass on this secret manual to you!"

Chen Xing also cooperated by stroking the air on his chin, like a hermit master.