Stung by his beloved's criticism, Ancient Wen Heng naturally refused to admit he was old. "Now you're just exaggerating. I may be a father of two, but I'm only twenty-five. How can you be so quick to write me off as old?"
Jin Qianqian said, "You've grown a full beard. Who can even tell what you really look like?
Either way, you can't keep the beard. You have to wait at least a few more years."
Ancient Wen Heng leaned his face close to hers. "Is it because you think your husband's face is just too handsome to be hidden?"
Jin Qianqian shoved him away in mock disgust. "I'm worried our two children are too young to remember things clearly. They might grow up not knowing what their own father looks like.
If you're going to hide your face, you should at least wait until they have a clear memory of it.
Otherwise, what if they grow up and don't even recognize their own father?"
