I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

She folded the blanket, put the pillow on top of it, and then put the blanket on the sofa. Wu Yulan didn't know where to put these things or whether she should put them there.

Then I sat down on the sofa with Chen Jian and glanced at the family of four over there.

There is an idiom called "suspecting the neighbor of stealing the axe," which tells the story of a man who lost his axe and suspected that his neighbor's son had stolen it. Due to preconceived notions and psychological suggestion, no matter what the neighbor's son did, he felt that he had stolen his axe, and he even felt that the neighbor was acting suspiciously when he walked.

Chen Jian and his wife also have this mindset, preconceived notions that their son and daughter-in-law must have had a fight and were having a big argument.

For example, they haven't been talking much while eating, which definitely means they're in a cold war.

Then look at the plate of pickled radishes that his daughter-in-law had made. Chen Shuo was eating them more enthusiastically than anyone else, one bite after another. This was not normal, not normal at all. How delicious could a radish be?

She probably didn't want to eat what she made, but considering that she and her husband were there, she had to pretend, but she went a bit overboard.

Combined with the blankets and pillows on the sofa, and the earlier talk about traveling and relaxing, etc.

The elderly couple felt the evidence was conclusive.

People say there's a seven-year itch in marriage. Although the couple hasn't been married for seven years, if you count from when they started living together, they've had it for a long time.

They just never expected that such a loving couple would end up like this.

They never even argued or fought, let alone had a verbal altercation.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen were very anxious, but also somewhat relieved, at least on the surface the two were getting along well and knew to go out for a walk to clear their heads and resolve their conflicts.

That's not serious.

Chapter 336 Divorce Proposal

After they finished eating, the elderly couple gave each of the siblings a bag of snacks and sent the two little rascals off to play somewhere else.

Then, seizing the opportunity, he pulled his son and daughter-in-law aside and began questioning them, like interrogating criminals, pulling one of them aside and questioning them separately.

Chen Shuo was somewhat bewildered as Chen Jian pulled him to the balcony. Before he could understand what was going on, the old man preemptively asked, "What's going on between you two?"

"What? What happened?" Upon hearing this, Chen Shuo was even more confused. What happened between me and whom? I was about to ask you what happened.

When did you two have a fight? And what did you fight about?

"?"

Chen Shuo was almost filled with questions. He looked around, unsure if the question was directed at him. But besides himself and his grandfather, there was only a fat cat curled up in its cat bed, fast asleep, on the balcony.

It certainly wasn't directed at the walnut, that big orange; it could only be directed at myself.

"Argued? We didn't argue."

"You didn't argue?" Chen Jian didn't believe it at all, pointing outside with his finger, "If you didn't argue, what's with the pillows and blankets on the sofa? If you didn't argue, would they let you sleep on the sofa?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shuo suddenly realized that the elderly couple had imagined that he and his wife had quarreled because of the blankets and pillows on the sofa.

But then again, you can't really blame them; anyone seeing that scene would instinctively...

Huh? How did the old man know I was sleeping on the sofa?

"That's it, uh..."

Without dwelling on the question, Chen Shuo began trying to explain why he slept on the sofa, but he got stuck when he opened his mouth; this was something that was difficult to explain at all.

In fact, we did have a little disagreement yesterday, and I ended up sleeping on the sofa because of it, but it wasn't really a disagreement. If I had to describe it, it was at most a minor tiff between husband and wife.

And it's so small that it's almost negligible.

"Anyway... Oh, you guys misunderstood. We're perfectly fine, we didn't argue at all. We slept on the sofa because we'd been sleeping in the big bed for a while and wanted a change of pace, something new."

Chen Shuo was a little hesitant at first, but he got smoother and smoother as he spoke, and at the end he nodded to himself, "Yes, that's it, we didn't argue."

“Psychologically speaking, when people lie, they subconsciously affirm what they are saying,” Chen Jian said slowly, staring at him for a moment.

"Uh... really?" Chen Shuo awkwardly touched his nose.

"Touching your nose is also a sign of lying."

“…”

Chen Shuo choked, and after a while said, "Dad, you're a history professor who doesn't study history, but studies psychology. Is that appropriate?"

"Whether it's suitable or not, we're talking about the two of you now." After saying that, Chen Jian stopped talking and just stared at him with a piercing gaze.

Chen Shuo felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he gave up on making up lies and said, "Okay, okay, we had a little disagreement, but it was just a little disagreement. We didn't fight, and we made up a long time ago."

"You made up a long time ago? Then why did you go on vacation? Wasn't it to relax and resolve your conflicts? And you barely spoke during breakfast this morning, what else could it be but a cold war?"

Chen Shuo was telling the truth, but the shrewd old man had already seen through everything. "Oh, and that radish, you ate it more heartily than anyone else. Were you just putting on an act?"

"???"

The three consecutive questions formed a combo that left Chen Shuo completely bewildered. What the hell was going on?

Isn't that just a weird overthinking?

"I haven't been on a trip in a long time, so I'm thinking of taking advantage of my youth to travel more, because I won't be able to travel when I get old."

I wasn't talking much because I wanted to finish eating quickly so I could serve you two. As for that radish you mentioned, it was delicious! Why couldn't I eat it heartily?

There was nothing Chen Shuo could do but explain point by point, and after he finished speaking, he paused for a moment.

Wait a minute, isn't the word "huanshi" used to describe dogs?

People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, and dogs run happily with bells on them.

Before he could think it through, Chen Jian, who was opposite him, frowned and thought for a moment after hearing the explanation, then uttered three words.

"that's it?"

"What do you mean by 'that's it'? Do I have to tell you that we had a huge fight, a really bad fight, and that we're even talking about divorce before you'll believe me?"

"You're getting a divorce?!" Chen Jian was stunned.

“…”

Chen Shuo was also stunned, even more so than Chen Jian opposite him. He had just said something about divorce in the heat of the moment, but the old man seemed to believe it.

How little confidence do you have in our relationship?

"........"

"......"

"........"

The father and son faced each other in silence. Chen Shuo was thinking about what went wrong. Was it because he and his wife weren't affectionate enough, or was there some other reason that made the old man believe such a bizarre story, even more outlandish than the end of the world?

Chen Jian also needed to sort out his thoughts; it seemed his reaction just now was a bit too much.

"So..." The old man paused for a moment before speaking, then quickly shut his mouth again, like a chicken with its neck being choked. He carefully considered Chen Shuo's explanation in his mind.

It is well-reasoned and logically sound; there are no problems with it.

Having reached this conclusion, Chen Jian then spoke again: "So you two didn't have a fight?"

"No."

"You just had a little tiff, but you've made up now?"

"They made up a long time ago."

Chen Shuo's two answers were both resolute, and Chen Jian couldn't think of anything else to ask. His worries dissipated by eight or nine tenths. After a moment of silence, he asked again, "...You haven't filed for divorce?"

"Dad, what do you really think of us...?"

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. As long as you two are alright, that's fine."

Compared to the two men on the balcony, the conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the living room was much more harmonious. Seeing the worried look on Wu Yulan's face, Bai Xiaoqi simply explained the whole story.

It only slightly concealed some important information and omitted some key details, but it is largely accurate and basically conforms to objective facts.

In her version of events, the cause and course of events were different. Simply put, Chen Shuo was playing with his son and scared the little kid so much that he cried loudly, so she punished him by making him sleep on the sofa for one night.

She didn't mention anything about being laughed at for eating dragon fruit before, or about sneaking out to his bed last night.

Upon hearing this explanation, Wu Yulan's previous worries vanished, and she began to feel sorry for her beloved grandson again.

He's a father now, how come he can't be a little more serious?

"Let him sleep on the sofa tonight. He's a grown man, why is he making fun of a child?"

"Okay, let him continue sleeping on the sofa tonight." Bai Xiaoqi agreed readily, and whether he actually slept on the sofa or not, she just agreed first.

Moreover, the sofa is very comfortable to sleep on.

Chapter 337 Aren't you a dog-turned-human?

After finishing lunch and staying at their son and daughter-in-law's house until mid-afternoon, the elderly couple had had enough of playing with their grandchildren and, not planning to stay for another dinner, prepared to head home.

"We're going back."

"Why don't you have dinner before you leave?"

"I'm not eating anymore." Chen Jian waved his hand, then stopped at the door, paused for a moment, and said, "That radish was quite delicious."

Chen Shuo ate a hearty meal of pickled radishes in the morning, and when they tried them at noon, they found they tasted quite good.

Chen Shuo paused, sensing a deeper meaning in those words. It wasn't just that his explanation that morning was reasonable, but also...

He thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll pack some for you to take with you."

"Row."

"..."

After waiting a while, a sealed bag full of pickled radishes was handed over. After taking the bag, the elderly couple were really going to leave.

"Mom and Dad, please drive carefully."

Goodbye, Grandpa and Grandma!

After seeing the elderly couple off, Chen Shuo returned and, together with Bai Xiaoqi, leaned against the balcony and looked down.

Before long, Chen Jian and his wife appeared downstairs. Watching their backs gradually walk away until they disappeared from sight, Chen Shuo turned his head and asked, "Did you sell your husband?"

Ever since Wu Yulan explained the misunderstanding that morning, she's been giving me strange looks.