“Are you suggesting we live together after marriage?” Mrs. Campell looked at her future son-in-law, still a bit surprised, once thinking she had misheard. “Don’t young people nowadays prefer having their own space? They usually plan to live separately from their in-laws.”
“It’s the young people who want to escape from their parents,” Spencer said half-jokingly, half-seriously. “I’m different; I have no parents. I crave the warmth of family unity, which I believe is what makes a home. Besides, you raised Summer; it’s only right that we take care of you in return. How else can we better look after you if not living together?”
Mr. and Mrs. Campell were deeply moved by his words.
They looked at him with affectionate eyes, at a loss for words, touched by his sincerity.
They had indeed misunderstood him before; comparing today, he seemed far superior to Rupert.
“You don’t have a son; let me be your son from now on,” Spencer continued. “When the children are born, you’ll be their grandparents, so please lend a hand. If Summer agrees and health permits, we might even have two kids in three years.”
Spencer also mentioned, “After we finish this drama series, we plan to leave the entertainment industry. I will ensure Summer feels secure.”
Mr. and Mrs. Campell were so touched that they immediately agreed to his request.
Then they discussed the matters related to the traditional wedding, asking the elders for their opinions.
Spencer respected their thoughts, considering them experienced, especially regarding the sacred ceremony.
Around eight in the evening.
After a fulfilling visit, Spencer left while Mr. and Mrs. Campell stayed in the shop arranging bouquets, discarding some wilted flowers to make room for new stock arriving the next morning.
The couple chatted-
“My impression of Spencer improves each time,” Mrs. Campell couldn’t help but remark. “I’m glad I wasn’t too stubborn back then and didn’t let Summer miss out on such a good match.”
“Actually, children who grow up in original families like his often turn out better than those from typical families; they are more sensitive and considerate from an early age,” Mr. Campell sighed deeply, feeling somewhat pained by his past hardships.
“Hardship followed by sweetness; that’s much like life itself. He should be content now, having met our Summer and having such a good brother.” Mrs. Campell decided then to make up for the motherly love Spencer lacked by helping him raise his children.
Mr. Campell thought, “Spencer isn’t this open with everyone; there were reports of him having a bad relationship with his brother and even fighting with a principal. He must really love Summer to open up to us like this.”
“Love extends beyond,” Mrs. Campell remarked sentimentally. “Such a wonderful boy, so down-to-earth.”
On the drive home, Spencer played a song in the car at a moderate volume.
The window was half-open, letting in the cool evening breeze that gently brushed against his handsome face.
The lingering scent of egg fried rice remained on his lips-probably the most delicious meal he had ever had, reminiscent of his mother’s cooking and the taste of home.
In the flower shop under warm yellow lights,
Mrs. Campell spoke while arranging bouquets-
“Agnes isn’t getting any younger; girls from ordinary families like ours find it hard to marry once they pass 25.”
“Your sister isn’t even married yet, and you’re already worrying about your younger sister?” Mr. Campell responded.
Mrs. Campell continued, “Look at Julia next door; boys used to flock to her door. Now that she’s past 28 and labeled as leftover, time flies and once she hits 30, she can only marry someone divorced with children-what a pity!”