Bo Junyan glanced at the young lad on the screen. He was indeed very cute.

“Isn’t he super cute?!”

“Yeah.” Bo Junyan hummed lightly.

Mu Huan returned PA Wang’s phone and was about to say something to Bo Junyan, but Bo Junyan’s phone rang.

It was Meng Yueman.

“What’s wrong, Mom?”

When Mu Huan heard that it was his mother, her mother-in-law, she instantly sat up straight.

Although she recalled some things from the past, she only recalled some memory fragments related to Bo Junyan. They were not coherent, and she had no impression of this mother-in-law at all.

“What’s wrong? You still have the cheek to ask me what’s wrong? How long has it been since you came home?!” Meng Yueman said angrily.

“I’ll go back after this,” Bo Junyan said lightly.

“How long has it been? A year or two? Or are you waiting for me to die?” Meng Yueman asked.

Bo Junyan: “…”

“Do you find me annoying and unbelievable?”

Bo Junyan wanted to say, “Mom, since you know you’re being unreasonable, why are you still saying such things?” But he did not say it out loud. He only remained silent.

“Do you want me to stop bothering you like this and stop being so unreasonable?”

Bo Junyan: “…”

He already knew what she wanted to say next.

“As long as you give me a fat, milky grandson, as long as he’s my biological grandson—no, biological granddaughter—it’s fine as long as they’re your child! If you give me a grandchild, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. Even if you don’t come home for eight to ten years, even if you never come back to visit me, it would be fine!” At Meng Yueman’s age, all her friends had become grandmothers. Every time she went out to play cards, grandchildren would be running around while they were playing. No matter where she went, they were all filled with little cuties.

It made her envious.

She had urged her son to get married, but he refused. Now, she didn’t want him to get married. All she wanted was a grandchild. No matter if it was a test tube baby or a child from a surrogate pregnancy, as long as he had a child, she could be a grandma!

Bo Junyan: “…”

Indeed.

Ever since his mother woke up and her body slowly recovered, she would call him every few days. However, she had never cared about him. She either wanted him to get married or give her a grandchild.

Mu Huan was very close to Bo Junyan, so she heard Meng Yueman’s words.

“Junyan, it’s not that I’m urging you or forcing you. It’s just that you’re not young anymore. You’re already 33 after the new year. If you don’t have a child now, by the time your child goes to primary school, you’ll already be in your forties. Some others in their forties are already grandfathers!”

Bo Junyan: “…”

“Besides, even if you aren’t worried about your age, think about your father and me, alright? One of us is almost 60, and the other is almost 70. If we don’t see our grandchild soon, we can only die with regrets.”

“Mom, don’t exaggerate…” After their health had improved, it wouldn’t be a problem for them to live for a few more decades with his wife’s medicine.

“I’m not exaggerating at all! I really long for my grandchild so much that I’m going crazy. I long for a grandchild so much that I feel that life is meaningless without one…” Meng Yueman felt that if she didn’t have a grandchild, she wouldn’t be able to live anymore.

Bo Junyan broke out in a cold sweat. “Mom, I have an important meeting to attend. I’ll hang up first.”

With that, he hung up without waiting for Meng Yueman to say anything.

“Your mother is right. You’re indeed not young anymore,” Mu Huan said as she looked at Bo Junyan.

Bo Junyan: “…”

“The best age for a man to father a child is 25 to 38. You have to hurry.”