Pei Moxue sat on the sofa with a tired face and threw his handbag aside. The things he bought were mentioned upstairs by the servant and put away.

She went shopping with her cousin Wang Yijia all day and bought a lot of things.

Cousin Wang Yijia's family is poor. Grandma asked her to take more care of her cousin at ordinary times.

Over the years, she has given countless things to Wang Yijia. She pays for all the things she buys today.

"Is my father back?"

Pei Moxue sat gracefully, drank the water brought by the servant and spoke quietly.

Pei Moxue, who is only 20 this year, has a delicate and charming face, elegant and noble, and is like a thorny rose, which makes people afraid to provoke easily.

"Miss, sir has just come back and talked to the old lady in the flower house."

The servant bowed his head and dared not look directly at Pei Moxue.

Pei Moxue frowned and looked at the talking servant, "what did my father and grandmother say in the flower house?"

"I don't know. It seems that there is something important to discuss with the old woman."

Pei Moxue's eyes flashed, got up from the sofa and walked upstairs.

The Pei family has a large flower house, which was built by old man Pei himself for old lady Pei when he was young, just because old lady Pei likes raising flowers.

At this time, in the flower house, an elegant old woman was sitting in a chair drinking the tea in front of her. Opposite her, Pei qinzheng made tea for her personally.

"Come on, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Pei put the blue and white porcelain teacup in her hand in front of her and looked up at her son Peiqin with loving eyes.

Her son Peiqin never worried about her from childhood to adulthood. Later, she married a wife and gave birth to two children.

Her daughter-in-law died soon after she gave birth to Pei Shu. So far, her son has not married.

She has been worried about her son's marriage for many years, but he doesn't care at all, until now.

"Mother, I have a woman I want to marry."

Peiqin looked at old Mrs. Pei and whispered.

He knew that Mrs. Pei was worried about his marriage these years. He hoped that the Pei family would be the housewife and that there would be someone around him.

For so many years, he didn't think about this and devoted himself to his work until he met Li Xiuqin.

"Really?"

Old lady Pei's eyes lit up and she was excited.

"Yes."

Peiqin nodded and was with old lady Pei. He restrained his fierce momentum and approached people gently.

"Which family is it?"

In Mrs. Pei's heart, her son must be the daughter of an aristocratic family. It doesn't matter even if she is older.

"She is very ordinary and has no good family background, but it suits my heart very much. I just want her."

"What?"

Old lady Pei lowered her face. "Is the man you want to marry an ordinary woman? How old? "

"Her name is Li Xiuqin. She is 45 this year. She has two daughters and runs a flower shop herself."

"I disagree! Over the years, I hope you will remarry so that the Pei family can have a mistress. As a result, you will marry such a woman and two daughters? "

Old man Pei was so popular that he almost didn't break the teacup in front of him.

She thought her son was enlightened, but she actually wanted to marry a woman without family background. If she married them, what would others think of their Pei family?

"Mother, she is a good woman and her two daughters are very clever."

Peiqin opened his mouth indifferently, and his attitude was very obvious. Even if old Mrs. Pei didn't agree, he would marry Li Xiuqin.

The reason why he persuaded Mrs. Pei was that he didn't want Li Xiuqin to be bullied, but also to fulfill his promise to Lu wanchu.