The next morning, despite Wen Qingsheng repeatedly telling him to "rest well and build up his energy," Li Ye was dragged out of bed bright and early.
Grandma, old mother, and little sister took turns fussing over Li Ye, trying on clothes and doing his hair as if he were an actor about to go onstage, determined to smooth out every last wrinkle.
"Come on, Grandma, don't be so nervous, okay? I'm just following Xiao Yu around to pay New Year's calls. They might not even spare me a glance. Is all this really necessary?"
"If they weren't going to look at you, why would they invite you? Straighten yourself up. You're nearly thirty already, yet still so unsteady."
Grandma gave Li Ye an irritated smack, pulled his head over, dipped a comb in water, and carefully parted his hair to one side in a sedate style.
Meanwhile, Fu Guiru rummaged through Li Ye's pile of clothes for ages before finally finding an outfit with "absolutely no fashionable highlights."
Li Ye bared his teeth in a grin, feeling that this look made him look old as hell.
At the side, his little wife Wen Leyu snickered to herself. She neither stepped in nor helped, simply letting Grandma and old mother spin Li Ye around and around.
It was not until the two were leaving that Grandma instructed Wen Leyu, "Xiao Yu, look after him a little. He doesn't know anyone. If he calls someone by the wrong title, it'll be mortifying."
Wen Leyu giggled. "Grandma, Li Ye is the star today! He doesn't need me looking after him."
"Oh, Xiao Yu, don't talk nonsense. Husband and wife are one body to begin with. What star and supporting role could there be?"
Wu Juying modestly muttered a few words, but the