Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 619 - 620: Is it okay for you to sleep with grandma tonight?

"Sure," Shi Mei couldn’t have been more eager, relieved to avoid being interrogated further, "Should I do a performance? What kind would you like to see?"

"Oh, I saw a dance a while ago, it was pretty good. The song was quite familiar, too—seems like it was from ’Journey to the West,’ an interlude from Women Country or something? What’s it called..."

"’Daughter’s Love,’" Shi Mei naturally knew.

"Yes, yes, that’s the one."

Shi Mei nodded, quickly found the piece of music on her phone, then set the device to one side.

The living room was spacious, ample enough for Shi Mei to dance.

’Daughter’s Love’ wasn’t a difficult dance, and it so happened that not long ago, the school’s teacher had refined the choreography. Combined with Shi Mei’s supple figure, Grandma Shi found it incredibly stunning.

With every frown and smile, she embodied the gentle grace of a daughter.

Each movement flowed, limbs seeming to soften and glide with each step.

The performance Shi Mei delivered now actually felt more professional and even lovelier than the one Grandma Shi had seen before!

Old Lady Shi had the expression of someone who’d stumbled upon a treasure; as soon as the dance finished, she couldn’t help but applaud, saying, "That was amazing; my goodness, do you have any other talents?"

"Um, doesn’t seem like it," Shi Mei put her phone away and thought carefully, "What counts as a talent?"

"Can you paint?"

"No."

As a child, she had scribbled on her grandfather’s paintings, whether they looked good or not, she didn’t know, but she did end up being chased around by her grandfather wielding a stick.

"How about cooking?"

"Um, my grandma taught me when I was little."

"And after that?"

"After that, well, I set the kitchen on fire, and they never let me in there again."

Old Lady Shi couldn’t help but laugh, "So who does the cleaning at home?"

"There’s someone to clean, someone to cook, and even someone to help water the plants and take out the trash," Shi Mei said earnestly, "I can’t do any of that."

"Have you ever looked after a child?"

"Never, relatives and friends all know I don’t like children, so they’ve never asked me to."

"You don’t like children?" Grandma Shi’s voice rose, "How could that be, what will you do if you have kids in the future?"

"Other people’s children must be different from one’s own, right?"

Shi Mei hadn’t really thought about what it would be like to have children of her own and was too scared to.

She was busy enough every day, and just having a man hanging around her was already a huge time-waster. If there was a helpless little bundle added to that, she just couldn’t stand the thought.

Just the idea made Tang Wu feel like she might go insane.

Such a life would be nothing short of hellish!

But Grandma Shi was unaware of Shi Mei’s internal musings and nodded, saying, "Yes, yes, other people’s children are different from one’s own. When your own child is born, you’ll change your mind about kids."

"That’s true," Aunt Chen’s voice chimed in with a laugh, "Before, Ling Yan’s father always said he didn’t like children, but once the young master was born, wasn’t he incredibly doting?"

Speaking, she stepped closer, "It’s getting late, Mrs. Shi, you should rest."

Aunt Chen gave Old Mrs. Shi a meaningful look, and Elder Shi blinked, saying, "Right, it’s time for bed. Senior Sister, would you like to sleep with Grandma tonight? Grandma has a lot more she wants to talk to you about."

"Grandma, Grandpa is waiting for you to go back to the room," a dark voice of Shi Lingyan came from behind, "It’s time for you to rest."