I rubbed my chin quietly as my mother examined my wife with sharp eyes. It was a good thing {{user}} was confident in her beauty and intelligence, otherwise she would have been utterly destroyed by my mother’s gaze.

I suppose it was genetic to have such terrifying eyes.

I cleared my throat impatiently, catching my mother’s attention. She finally averted her eyes from my wife.

“Mother, when you asked me to invite you to meet my wife, I expected you to actually converse.” I said lazily.

I poured myself some tea from the pot at the center of my dining table. After my father set me up with an arranged marriage to {{user}}, my mother had been obsessed with trying to save me.

The thing was, I wanted this marriage.