I Took My Nephew's Advice, Quickly Found a Boyfriend, and Got Our Marriage Certificate

When I got home from work, I saw my eight-year-old nephew sitting on the living room floor, opening blind boxes. The box looked more and more familiar: it was one of the Sweet Bean blind boxes I'd just bought. It had arrived yesterday, and I hadn't even had a chance to open it. "Haohao, that's Auntie's blind box. You can't just open other people's things." Annoyed, I reached for it. "It's mine!" Haohao clutched it to his chest and wouldn't let me take it. "It's Auntie's, not yours." Haohao was the only grandchild in our family, and everyone spoiled him rotten. "You can't touch other people's things without permission. That's very rude..."