Seeing the video, Ye Ranran burst into laughter.

Jun Mochan leaned over, and Ye Ranran handed the phone to him: "Take a look at your son."

"He’s your son too."

Don’t make it sound like she has nothing to do with it.

After watching, Jun Mochan commented: "He did pretty well."

If you don’t like someone, you should refuse them. Don’t give them hope, or it’ll be a mess.

He doesn’t want any woman showing up with a child claiming to be the grandpa.

"By the way, when we first met, why were you just there?" Ye Ranran suddenly asked.

"I was sitting down there the whole time."

He arrived early, sat in the corner, watched people fill the seats, and waited for her to appear at the door.

Then he witnessed a drama.

Before she went out, he left, one step ahead of her.

All of this was part of his plan.

A wife isn’t that easy to pursue.

Step by step, it was all calculated.

At this moment, the wedding march played in the chapel.

Everyone looked towards the entrance, Ye Ranran also looked over.

Amidst flying petals, Fan Rou gently walked in, arm in arm with Mr. Jun.

Lan Shao was already waiting up there.

Jun Xiaobao had a straight face, holding the long wedding dress train.

The white wedding dress, slim figure, elegant makeup, and the surrounding colorful flowers all made Fan Rou look even more stunning than a fairy today.

Ye Ranran clicked the camera repeatedly, taking several photos before turning the lens towards Jun Xiaobao’s face.

His face was dusted with a thin layer of rouge, making his cheeks a bit red.

But Jun Xiaobao was handsome, and this didn’t affect his charm at all—on the contrary, Ye Ranran found him extremely good-looking.

Indeed, every mother thinks her child is exceptionally good-looking.

Ye Ranran was no exception.

"Why isn’t the little guy smiling?" Ye Ranran nudged Jun Mochan.

How would he know? He’s not the worm in the kid’s stomach.

But, in front of his wife, of course he couldn’t say that.

"Probably shy."

"So easily shy? That won’t do." Ye Ranran nudged Jun Mochan next to her: "Take him out more often, let him see the world."

Is he a dog now? Take him out more often?

"Okay." He protested inwardly but quickly agreed aloud.

After walking down the red carpet, came the vows, ring exchange, and kissing.

Ye Ranran’s gaze remained on Jun Xiaobao, watching him stare forward without blinking. She turned to Jun Mochan beside her: "Why doesn’t he know to look away?"

Don’t look when it’s improper, doesn’t he understand?

"It’s not his first time seeing it, stay calm."

"What have you secretly shown him?" At such a young age, learning bad things—what will happen when he grows up?

If he starts misbehaving everywhere, she’d have to deal with him.

"It’s not me, wasn’t Grandpa occasionally showing him some TV dramas? They all have some content." Jun Mochan quickly clarified.

If things aren’t clear and he gets punished to sleep in the study, wouldn’t he be overwhelmed?

"Don’t let Grandpa show him brainless shows anymore."

Girls may be okay, but boys watching those things all the time is no good, don’t let them go soft.

"Just occasionally, how else will he learn the skills to chase a wife?"

If he doesn’t understand anything, how will he act if he meets a girl he likes?

"Aren’t you guys naturally good at this?"

What need is there for practice?