Tell her

  "I'll go wash my hands first." The fastidious Junye broke the silence on the table with this sentence.

  The tall and icy figure disappeared into the living room, Manman raised her head, thinking that she had coincidentally shared the same idea as Iceberg Grandpa, and the taste in her mouth was strange.

  "Go ahead, don't wait for him." Commander Lu was the first to pick up his chopsticks and clip a piece of Mrs. Lu's stir-fried chicken with chili peppers into Mianmian's small bowl. "Try it, this is my wife's specialty."

  Man Man Ji: How come the vice mayor started by serving her dishes first.

  What qualifications does she have for the vice mayor to serve her dishes?

  Not willing to fall behind, Lu Huan took a small bowl and ladled soup for his sister, saying: "My mom's bone broth is made without MSG, the flavor is authentic, pure and delicious, I guarantee you'll want to take some home after tasting it."

  Manman lowered her head and looked at the soup that Lu's second son had ladled for her, raising an eyebrow to glance sideways at her husband: It seems like my husband has been neglected.

  It's okay, Mrs. Lu saw that the situation was not right, and she quickly took over the small spoon from her son's hand, scooped out eight-tenths of a bowl of chicken soup and put in a chicken claw, handed it to Jiang Da Shao, and smiled: "Jiang Zhong Shao, you try it, I don't know if it suits your taste?"

  The mother-in-law ladled soup for herself, and Jiang Dashi was surprised to receive the favor. He stood up with both hands carefully taking over the bowl of soup, without even tasting it, he first took a mouthful and said: "Delicious!"

  Everyone at the table looked at Jiang Dashao.

  I'm so embarrassed for my husband: he's trying to suck up to our boss's wife and has gone to this extent.

  Master Jun slowly walked out of the bathroom, saw people coming and going on the table, each dish in their bowls untouched, frowned slightly and said: "You're all family, when did you become so polite?"

  Reminded by his eldest son's words, Commander Lu stopped serving dishes for others and shouted: "Everyone eat, if you don't finish these dishes tonight, it would be a waste of what your mother has cooked."

  A few people picked up their chopsticks.

  The host sat down, opened a bottle of wine, poured a small cup for his father and brother-in-law, but not for himself, saying: "After dinner, I will go back to the unit, so I won't drink."

  "What's so busy?" asked Mrs. Lu.

  "There's something that can't be avoided, and the child is holding down the fort at the company alone." Official business matters can't be discussed in detail at home, so Master Jun picks up an empty bowl.

  Mrs. Lu saw and knew her son was in a hurry to finish his meal and return to work, so she scooped rice for him.

  "Mom, today is your birthday, I'll come myself." After saying that, Jun Ye went to the kitchen by himself.

  Mrs. Lu looked at her son and was pulled by her husband.

  "You eat it yourself. He's a grown man, won't he give himself a spoonful of rice?" Commander Lu said to his wife as he put food in her bowl.

  It can be seen that Lu Shuai is more fond of his wife at home.

  Mrs. Lu, who was pulled back by her husband, sat for a while without eating and then stood up again.

  "What are you doing?" Commander Lu's temper flared up.

  "I'll get something for Ziy to eat and have Lu Jun bring it over. Didn't you just hear Lu Jun say that? Ziy is busy at the office and might not even have time to eat." Madam Lu's words made Commander Lu pause.

  She chewed on a small, white and crispy vegetable in her mouth, her teeth biting into something delicious, but she didn't know what she was eating. Her eyes kept looking around, observing the Lu family, who were celebrating their mother's birthday just like any ordinary family, which was vastly different from what she had imagined before.

  The master scooped out a bowl of white rice and sat down in his seat, silently eating his rice with dishes.

  The table fell into an icy state for a moment, even if Jun Ye didn't say a word.

  Mrs. Lu took out the cooked lunchbox from the kitchen and put it on a table to one side, telling her eldest son: "This is for Ziye, you can take it over when you go back to your unit later."

  "Hmm." Taking advantage of being cracked open by Mrs. Lu, the young master asked Jiang Da Shao, "Did you complete the procedures at the hospital I told you about today?"

  It's about Grandma Wen's hospital transfer procedures.

  "As soon as I got off the plane today, I went to take care of it right away." Jiang Yan replied to his elder cousin.

  "Like that." Her cold eyes seemed to glance at the carefully raised ears of Manman, and her cold lips hung with a hint of helplessness. She lowered her voice to her brother-in-law, "I'll get the hospital to give you two different receipts. One for the Wen family, which is fake. The other one is real, keep it yourself."

  Manman listened carefully and finally heard that Junye was teaching her husband how to get the stingy Wen family to pay for Grandma Wen's medical expenses, and she let out a sigh of helplessness.

  "Tomorrow, have your wife come to my workplace for a re-examination of her blood test."

  Speaking of myself, I instinctively know that I won't be left out, with a slight raise of the eyebrows, just about to interrupt.

  Her husband surprisingly agreed on her behalf: "Okay."

  After Jun Ye finished eating two bowls of dry rice, he picked up Mrs. Lu's lunch box and headed back to the unit.

  The people at the next table ate for about half an hour, and Mianmian put down her chopsticks, really full. Her husband and Lu Shuai clinked glasses together. Seeing that she was full, Mrs. Lu gestured to their younger son. Lu Huan pulled Mianmian over to sit on the sofa next to the coffee table, saying: "They're drinking, we'll watch TV and eat fruit."

  Lu Huan turned around and came out of the kitchen, brought over a plate of ham melon, picked up a piece with a toothpick and stuffed it into her hand, saying: "My mom chose it, absolutely delicious."

  Manman had eaten all the dishes made by Mrs. Lu tonight, looked up and saw Mrs. Lu standing at the door of the living room, wiping her waist apron with both hands, smiling slightly at her, the soft light in the smile lines was like a fresco in a church, so beautiful that it was sacred and inviolable.

  The watermelon was very sweet, so sweet that it stirred up several huge waves in her heart.

  Did Xu Yu'e ever smile at her like this?

  It seems like neither Yuwen nor Xuyu have ever smiled like this before.

  Xu Yujiao's smile only appeared when her two sisters brought her success and joy that she could show off to others, so the smile was not specifically for them, but for all those who could be shown off.

  Lift your head, lower your head, and between your teeth, grind out the sweet and greasy flavor of melon pulp.

  My husband got drunk tonight because he didn't need to drive and was forced by Mr. Lu to drink several cups of white wine.

  Lu's drinking capacity was honed through years of practice, and compared to Jiang Dashao, that's not even worth mentioning. When Comrade Jiang Yan got drunk, Lu closed his eyes, like a clever cat, with a clear head, and said to Manman: "What to do? Your husband is drunk, you guys rest here tonight."

  Manman quickly pulled on her husband's clothes: A Yan, let's go back.

  Jiang Dashao's pale face was now red like a painted flower, his half-closed eyes gazing at his wife: "Manman? What did you say?"

  He's being really unreasonable tonight.

  She didn't know that this was a play staged by Lu Siling and Jiang Dashao together.

  "Lu Huan, take out the key to the house across the street." Upon hearing her husband say this, Mrs. Lu was the happiest, and she quickly called on their youngest son to fetch the key.

  Then, Lu Huan and Manman supported Jiang Dashao, who seemed to be drunk, to another house opposite the Lu family's door.

  Mrs. Lu opened the door with her key and the two men helped Chiang into the house, first sitting him down in the living room.

  The house on this side is obviously larger than the Lu family's house, with three rooms and two halls. The living room alone is more than half a size larger than the Lu family's living room.

  "Is this your family's house?"

  When Mrs. Lu went to pour water, Manman asked Lu Huan.

  Lu Huan covered her mouth with her hand and whispered into her ear: "This is the house our family prepared for my sister's wedding."

  Manman was surprised: Why didn't the Lu family give two young masters of the Lu family a house to get married, but instead gave their daughter a house?

  "My brother has his own house downstairs. My parents said that daughters are precious and should live in front of their parents."

  "But didn't your sister fail to find it?" asked Manman.

  "We haven't found her yet, but we're always ready, which means every single one of us in the family is thinking of her and waiting for her to come back." Lu Huan said seriously, word by word.

  Manman regretted asking, facing Lu Huan's serious eyes, the sparkling light, even a person with an iron heart would be moved.

  "The room is all ready for you, feel free to use anything here tonight." Mrs. Lu said with a smile as she walked out of the room.

  "Aunt Lu, you're too polite," said Manman. In fact, she didn't dare to use other people's things casually. The two young masters of the Lu family had said that it was carefully prepared by the Lu family for their daughter.

  Mrs. Lu wanted to speak but stopped herself, gazing at her with eyes that shone like they were speaking.

  She lowered her head and walked into the bathroom to wring out a warm towel for her husband.

  When I came out, perhaps it was because of Lu's family being considerate, they all left.

  As for her husband, he had already gone to bed. Manman reluctantly walked into the bedroom, where everything was tidy and in order, just as Mrs. Lu had said, with all items present.

  A brand new wooden desk with a acrylic glass photo frame standing on it.

  Thought it was a family portrait of the Lu's, heart racing, couldn't help but walk closer to take a closer look.

  The photo was a faded yellowish color, showing some signs of age. The people in it were recognizable as Commander Lu and Mrs. Lu when they were young. From the photo, you could see that before Commander Lu gained weight, he looked just like his eldest son - handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a green military uniform, looking spirited and proud. Mrs. Lu seemed unchanged, still with a warm and gentle smile, elegant as ever.

  Mrs. Lu held a child in her arms, looking very small, so small that his eyes were not even open. The boy standing in front of Commander Lu and Mrs. Lu was two or three years old, with thick eyebrows like Commander Lu's, and already had an air of majesty at such a young age, with a handsome little face set in a serious expression.

  The crescent moon's eyes sparkled: Could it be that this little boy is the young Comrade Jun from back then?

  If so, the child in Mrs. Lu's arms is the little girl who has been missing from the Lu family for a long time?

  Her slender fingers, just about to touch the baby's face on the photo frame, suddenly withdrew. Next, she pressed the frame down, covering all the faces of the Lu family members. The phone in her pocket rang, and she turned around to see her husband rolling over in his sleep. She quietly got up and walked out to answer the call.

  "Wēn Shìxuān's voice came from the other end of the phone."

  My heart is racing, my lips are pursed, and I seem a bit embarrassed: what's wrong with me? I have a good father, yet I'm thinking about this and that?

  "Dad, when are you coming over? I'll go pick you up." The whole person seemed to have returned to normal, and Manman spoke to her father in a tone as calm as usual.

  "I'm on the train now, I should arrive tomorrow at noon, you don't need to come pick me up."

  "How can that be?" Manman wouldn't let go, and after tonight, she was even more unwilling.

  "Manman, now that you're someone's wife, how can you keep running back to your mother's house every day?" Wen Shixuan educated his daughter, it's not easy to have a good husband, and she shouldn't be so biased towards her natal family.

  The little daughter-in-law assured her father that she was not at fault: "A Yan said he would return to school tomorrow morning, so it's okay."

  "Man Man, I called just to ask you where your grandma lives? And also to take your mom to the hospital." Wen Shi Xuan said covering his phone.

  This time back to Beijing, Xu Yujiao and Wen Huan, the mother and daughter, couldn't take Zhang Qiuyan's free ride, so they had to rely on Wen Shixuan to pay for their train tickets, and the whole family took a sleeper train back to Beijing.

  Wen Shi Xuan thought that it would be just right to take his wife directly to the hospital to care for the elderly, saving trouble in between, so he agreed.

  Father has learned to be clever now, Manman's mouth is slightly hooked, and immediately reported the address to Wen Shixuan. The old man's transfer flight should arrive tomorrow morning, and if Father goes there, it will be just in time for the afternoon.

  She reminded her daughter to take care of herself and then hung up the phone.

  Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and gazed around the room that the Lu family had prepared for their precious daughter. The crescent moon's eyes fluttered with a relieved smile: She has a good father, nothing else is needed.

  ……

  Lu Family

  Before going to sleep, Mrs. Lu took out the watches sent by her children and looked at them one by one, as if she couldn't look enough and didn't want to put down any of them.

  Lu Shuai saw his wife laughing and said: "Otherwise, you wear a different watch every day."

  "I think I can only wear the one Lu Huan gave me out. The ones given by Lu Jun and Jiang Zhongxiao are too valuable, wearing them out might attract thieves." Madam Lu said matter-of-factly as she put the two famous watches into their exclusive expensive boxes.

  "Who dares to snatch things from my children and wife? I'll shoot him dead!" Commander Lu said sternly.

  This was her military husband's catchphrase, and Mrs. Lu smiled without continuing the conversation.

  Lu Siling climbed onto the bed and curiously asked his wife: "You said you liked whose gift the most today?"

  "I like them all equally." Mrs. Lu replied without hesitation.

  Partiality is not something parents should do, because when parents do this, the ones who ultimately suffer are their children. She has been through it herself and has deeply suffered from it, so she will never let such a thing happen to her own flesh and blood, teaching her children from a young age to be close and loving to one another.

  I knew it, the old lady would answer like this. Commander Lu raised an eyebrow and pointed at Jiang's luxury watch, saying: "I clearly saw that there was a congratulatory card inserted, where did you put it?"

  Didn't expect my husband to be so meticulous, even a small greeting card was put in his heart.

  Mrs. Lu's mouth was pursed in a secretive smile: on it were written warm congratulations in her own handwriting, which she would treasure for the rest of her life in her most precious box.

  "Do you think she'll like the house we've prepared?" Commander Lu was destined to be sleepless tonight, as his daughter slept in the house he had prepared for her.

  If Manman likes it, it would be great if he could live here for a lifetime. He can open the door every day and see his daughter.

  Her husband said nothing, but Mrs. Lu had some idea in her mind, closed the lid, pulled out the drawer, took out a photo and thought: If my daughter sees the photo on the desk over there, will she remember them?

  The next morning, Mrs. Lu got up early and prepared soy milk and buns. She asked Lu Huan to deliver them to Jiang Dashao and Manman who were sleeping in the opposite room.

  Lu Huan rushed over and knocked on the door, which was opened by Jiang Dashao.

  "Sister?" Lu Huan asked, poking her head into the living room but couldn't see Manman.

  Comrade Jiang Yan felt a bit guilty. This morning, he got up to find that his wife had gotten up earlier than him and had slipped away, leaving only a note for him, telling him that his clumsy acting skills had been exposed in the middle of last night. As punishment, she made him face the Lu family alone this morning.

  "She said she was in a hurry to go home and had something to do." Jiang Dashao made up a lie on the spot.

  Lu Huan raised his good-looking eyebrows: This brother-in-law is really useless, actually letting his sister slip away?

  Soy milk and stuffed buns were stuffed into Jiang Dashao's arms, with instructions: "Remember to leave half of it for my sister to eat when you get back, my mom made them personally this morning."

  Jiang Yan rushed back home in a few steps, carrying the soy milk buns made by Mrs. Lu.

  The small dining room at home, the young wife had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast, with preserved egg and lean pork porridge, as well as fried dough sticks, waiting for her husband to come back and eat.

  Comrade Jiang Yan was in a dilemma, so he had to open his stomach and stuff all the breakfast prepared by his wife and mother-in-law into his belly. He also told his wife: "The buns made by Mrs. Lu for us, you should at least eat one."

  "Leave it, I'll eat later." said Manman without even blinking her eyes.

  "Vine, vine." Seeing that his wife was in a bad mood, he suspected it was because of his deceitful behavior last night. He spoke softly, "Are you angry with me?"

  "What's there to be annoyed about? You need to curry favor with your boss and his wife, I as a daughter-in-law must cooperate with you." After saying that, she adjusted her large glasses, and her crescent-shaped eyebrows narrowed slightly. "However, Ah Yan, no matter how good your boss is to you, your home is here, not in your boss's house."

  Jiang Yantong: Didn't your wife get moved last night? It's strange, clearly she was a bit moved by his cautious and secretive observation last night. Otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to perform that play with Commander Lu later on.

  "Aren't you supposed to go back to school?" Manman didn't give her husband a chance to speak, pointing at the clock.

  When it comes to official business, Jiang Yan didn't dare to slack off. He swallowed the buns made by Mrs. Lu and drank the bowl of egg drop soup with lean meat cooked by his wife. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he said: "I'm full. You remember to go to Director Lu's unit today, right? Do you still remember the address? If not, I'll tell him to come pick you up."

  Her husband was worried that she might have something wrong with her body because of the vomiting on the plane. Mengmeng pouted, wanting to say: Don't go to Junye's place to see a doctor, it's not like we can't go somewhere else.

  The crescent moon's eyelids were under her glasses, and she replied, "Mm, I remember. You don't need to call him. He's so busy, I can just go find him directly."

  Your uncle is very busy, I heard from Lu Huan last night that he didn't go home all night.

  As usual when leaving home, Jiang Dashi gave his wife a big kiss and left the house to go to school.

  After her husband left, she didn't have time to unpack the luggage from her hometown due to rushing back home yesterday. Now that she's opened the suitcase, she needs to wash the clothes that need washing and got busy until noon. After drying the clothes, thinking that her husband might call and scold her for not taking care of herself, she grabbed a bag and headed out to make an appointment at the nearby community hospital.

  Plan to take the initiative before Mr. Jun announces his retirement.

  The nearest community hospital is not far from here, ask people, heard that it's about half an hour's drive.

  She went straight in through the door, she had never been here before. Looking around, she saw that the registration desk was divided into two windows, one for civilians and the other for military personnel and their families. It seemed to be a hospital run by the troops.

  Her husband is a soldier, and she counts as a military dependent. But Manman didn't want to get special treatment, so she went to another window, lined up behind some elderly people.

  It's just hanging up a number, and it took about twenty minutes to wait.

  The elderly men and women in the front of the queue were chattering, discussing how a famous professor was personally seeing patients today, so they came very early to line up and register.

  When it was Mianmian's turn, Mianmian asked the person at the registration desk: "Is there a professor on duty today?"

  "Yes."

  "Can I hang up on that professor?"

  The person at the registration desk looked at her in confusion: "Do you have heart disease?"

  Manman finally realized she had made a fool of herself, the other person was a professor of cardiology, she didn't have this disease to join in the fun, Yuanyue's eyes were embarrassed: "I'm seeing a gastroenterologist."

  "Gastrointestinal department, professors can also see it." The person at the registration desk said, "But there are already too many people today, and the professor won't be able to see you. You'll have to wait until next time."

  "When is next time?"

  "It depends on our cooperative unit's arrangement, if you want to see this professor who is on duty today, I don't know when it will be."

  What a strange professor? Manman was just curious and actually didn't like to join in the commotion, saying: "I'm not seriously ill, isn't there another doctor?"

  "Go see an internal medicine doctor."

  Community hospitals do not have too detailed departments, and chronic gastrointestinal diseases belong to internal medicine.

  Manman took the registration paper and walked to the internal medicine department, a corridor away. The internal medicine clinic was in front of the professor's clinic, which was packed with people waiting for their turn.

  When passing by the queue of old ladies, I heard them discussing: I heard that the professor is a handsome man.

  Meng Meng Jiong: It turns out they didn't come for a medical checkup, but to see the handsome guy.

  As I walked, I quickly arrived at the internal medicine clinic. Suddenly, the elderly women in line made a commotion, hearing the sound of the doorknob turning, and out came a man who was not only handsome but also had delicate features, as beautiful as an immortal descending to earth.

  The old ladies all opened their hearts and eyes.

  Manman just wanted to quickly hug her head and look for a hole in the ground to drill into and bury herself.

  Yao's incredibly handsome face is something no one can fake.

  "Vines?"

  Yao Ye's voice caught up.

  Pretend you didn't hear it and walk two more steps to reach the shore.

  Her arm was grasped firmly by an iron hand: "Mengmeng, didn't you hear me calling you?"

  He turned around, picked up his glasses, pretended to be confused, and slowly opened his mouth into a vague arc: "Colonel Yao."

  "How did you end up here?" Yao Ziye first blinked in confusion, then raised an eyebrow as if he had found an excuse for her. His thin and charming lips curved into a smile like the spring breeze in March, "You came to our unit looking for us, didn't the people there tell you to come here?"

  Yuè yá er méi nǔ lì de jiǎo le zài jiǎo, qí shí hěn xiǎng dāng zhe yáo yé de miàn jiāng zuò lǐ bǎ de guà hào zhǐ dǒu chū lái: Bù hǎo yì si, wǒ màn màn méi yòu yé de miàn zi.

  Translation:

  Yuèyáér's eyebrows were twisted with effort, actually wanting to take out the registration paper clutched in her left hand in front of Master Yao: Sorry, I, Màn Màn, didn't lose face for you, Master Yao.

  "Come in. Mr. Lu is waiting for you." With that, Old Master Yao pulled her in without giving her a chance to refuse, passing through the row of elderly women who let out a string of surprised gasps, and entered the room.

  Just then a patient inside finished and walked out. Yao Ziye took advantage of the opportunity to bring her in and closed the door.

  "Sit down," said Mr. Yao.

  Look around in all directions, where is this place?

  A clean and disinfectant-smelling room, with a desk in the middle, Lord Cold sat behind the desk, holding a steel pen in his right hand to write, his cold eyebrows furrowed from time to time. When he heard Mr. Yao speak, he raised his head, his cold eyes locked onto her like a small circle.

  It felt like something had grasped at her heart and throat, and her hands instinctively tightened their grip on the straps of her backpack.

  Where there is an iceberg, it's like Antarctica everywhere.

  He stepped on the brick floor, turned his head, and dodged the cold gaze. He asked with a smile, "Didn't you say it was a professor?"

  "Professor? Oh, you mean Professor Zhang? He had a sudden attack of lung disease last night and was rushed to our unit for emergency treatment. Because he didn't forget that he was scheduled to come here for a consultation today, Dr. Lu came in his place." Yao Ziye explained the situation, then turned to her and said, "Actually, they shouldn't have called you over here, they should have just had you call us instead. We'll be leaving at 4 o'clock anyway."

  "But there are so many people lining up outside—" Manman pointed at the fingers of her hand pointing to the door, slightly hesitating.

  These old ladies all came to see handsome guys. If they can't see any handsome guys when they go back, won't they be greatly disappointed?

  "There's no way, what they want to see is that Professor Zhang is not one of us." Yao Ye said with a smile, and seeing that she had not sat down for a long time, he could only move the chair next to Jun Ye over for her to sit.

  Two grandfathers actually have no self-awareness of their own charm?

  Man Man sighed in her heart.

  Mr. Yao has already moved the chair in front of her, she can't help but sit down.

  "Have a glass of water, there's still half an hour." Not only did he move the chair, Mr. Yao personally poured her a glass of water.

  Manman hastily took over the water cup and said: "You guys go ahead. I can wait outside too."

  Her narrow eyes swept across the pocket where she had just stuffed the note, and with a flash of her gaze, she smiled: "No need, you sit here, Colonel Jiang and we will all feel more at ease."

  This remark was concise and to the point. Suddenly a mouthful of water scalded her tongue: Could it be that she had seen that numbered paper?

  When the next patient came in, Manman sat in an inconspicuous corner, watching how the two doctors worked.

  Mr. Yao's task is to help write receipts.

  The person in charge of the main work is Jun Ye.

  Lu Huan told her last night: To understand Iceberg better, you can observe how he works.

  She adjusted her glasses and looked around, thinking that the iceberg-like boss at work was no different from before, with his usual cold face that made it seem like everyone owed him 108,000 yuan.

  Time passed minute by minute, second by second, and gradually, it seemed that something had changed in her eyes, like a subtle transformation was taking place.

  She remembered that occasionally, every time her icy gaze melted, it gave her an unbelievable illusion. However, until today, she could see clearly, and it seemed that the feeling was not her illusion. Her icy gaze wasn't always frozen, at least, when working, her icy gaze wasn't completely frozen, but under the surface of the ice layer, a bright ** flowed.

  A pair of warm and icy eyes?

  The moon's eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

  Her eyes flickered and turned around in an instant, capturing a subtle moment on her puzzled face.

  It was already four o'clock. Mr. Yao put on his pen cap and tucked it into the pocket of his gown, stood up and said to her: "Let's go together."

  "Where to go?" Manman still wanted to escape.

  "Get back to our unit." How could he let her escape, having finally caught a fish that had almost slipped away.

  Manman followed Grandpa for two steps and found an excuse: "I still need to go home and pick up clothes, otherwise I'll come again tomorrow."

  "Are you more concerned about your body or your clothes? Do I need to tell your husband?"

  Will she use her husband to suppress her? Manman said angrily: "My husband listens to me at home."

  Mr. Yao burst out laughing when he heard her say this.

  Bursts of laughter made Manman so embarrassed that she almost stomped her foot and left.

  In order not to be pursued by her husband after the event, she endured it for the time being.

  Got on the car with them, turned a corner, passed through a small alley, and entered the unit gate after coming to another big street.

  Suddenly enlightened: Why could they be caught quickly? Because this place is just one street away from their unit.

  This time, after following them upstairs, she was able to enter the master's study, a place where she had failed to eavesdrop last time.

  Your office is very large and has a majestic atmosphere. There are actually few pieces of furniture inside, which makes the space feel more spacious and oppressive.

  A leather sofa was placed in the corner, and Manman sat down. Two men didn't have time to sit steadily and talk to her before being called out by someone.

  She sat quietly for a while, but couldn't bear it, got up and walked back and forth in the office, mainly because this place was filled with that man's scent, making her heart feel anxious.

  Look, this web is everywhere. On the desk in the office, there was a photo frame standing upright, and it was exactly the same as the one she saw at Lu's house last night. The difference was that under this photo, there was a line of crooked handwriting like a child had written. She could only get very close to carefully identify it, barely able to make out a string of dates.

  "That character was written when I was little."

  A cold voice suddenly sounded above her head.

  Suddenly a thought flashed through her mind, he had taken in every move she made and every expression on her face just now, thinking of this, her heart was gripped with anxiety.

  "Do you want to know what's going on?"

  In the cold tone, what was brought out was bait, a net to lure her in, and it was precisely where she had been itching to go that was being hooked.

  "This is your private matter." The words came out in a deliberately casual tone, but he noticed that his hands had unconsciously moved to the spot on his chest where the photo was pinned.

  "It's not something that can't be told. It has nothing to do with you." With a light tone, he moved the bait closer, his finger lightly pinching the photo frame she was holding in her hand, his cold eyes looking down at her.

  Her fingers were busy for a moment, and the camera almost fell off. She was about to hold it with both hands when his cold fingertips moved even faster, grasping the camera strap. His chilly gaze remained fixed on her.

  His back was already drenched in sweat. In order to get out of this situation as soon as possible, he said: "Since you want to say it, I can't stop you. But isn't this your sister's business? It has nothing to do with me."

  "How did you know it was about my sister?" The icy lips curled up, as if hooking a fishing rod.

  "It says here - I think it might be the day your sister went missing." The words that had been on her mind spilled out of her lips, and she froze, unable to take them back.

  "Cold voice, changed a thread of temperature, taking advantage of her words, continued to bait: 'You guessed it right, one guess and you got it. Actually, my sister's disappearance has a lot to do with me.'"

  "What's the relationship?" Doesn't he love his sister very much?

  His eyebrows flew up, the deep color in his eyes seemed to be staring at her, yet also seemed to be looking through her towards a small shadow overlapping with her: "It's my fault that my sister went missing. Do you think I'm a very despicable older brother?"

  Two pairs of eyes met.

  Suddenly realized: similar eyes, the outline of these eyes, like Mrs. Lu, like Lu Huan, like her?

  Her heart skipped a beat, the thudding sound of her heartbeat warning her that she was approaching the limit. She shouldn't have come; the calm mood she had finally recovered from last night was now disrupted again.

  He hastily lowered his head: "This, you should ask your sister. I'm not clear about things between you siblings."

  Her eyes narrowed, collecting the movement between her eyebrows, and a hint of confidence appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I also think that she's so young, she may not remember the terrible things I've done. But if she remembers, do you think she'll hate me?"

  "This is a school on land." His heart felt like it was being suffocated, "I'm an outsider."

  "You're not an outsider."

  The icy voice suddenly changed tone when uttering this sentence.

  His whole heart suddenly tightened, eager to escape from the cage of panic and urgency, he bowed his head, brushed past him, and ran towards the door.

  The door in front of him opened without notice, and his forehead directly bumped into it.

  "Vines!"

  Boom!

  Dizzy and disoriented, he fell backwards and landed on a pair of strong shoulders.

  "You're not even careful when walking!"

  A fierce roar echoed in her ears wave after wave.

  Meng Meng rubbed her sore forehead: "Isn't that because of you?"

  A cool towel was quickly applied to her slightly swollen forehead.

  She was in so much pain that she lay motionless on the sofa.

  Fortunately, it was this pain that allowed her to temporarily calm down her feverish nerves.

  Even so, what he just said has already been etched in her heart and become an indelible hole that gets deeper the more she digs.

  You're not an outsider.

  If she remembers, will she hate me?

  Tightly closed eyes.

  ……

  Wen's grandmother was already transferred to a hospital in Beijing, and Xu Yujiao was deceived by her husband into going to the hospital before she knew what was happening. She wanted to escape but couldn't.

  "How can I take care of the elderly by myself? Even 24-hour working nannies are not as busy as me, and I still have to accompany Yuanyuan. At least you should call a few people to help me." Since I couldn't escape, I might as well be lazy.

  Wen Shi Xuan made up his mind to take charge of the household and said, "Don't worry about this, not just you, I've already discussed it with Shi Rong. The sister-in-law will come over to take turns on duty. It's not just the two of you, during Huan Huan's break from school when she's not attending classes, everyone has to come here to take care of grandma."

  "Dad!" Wen Huan stood up and said, "I need to prepare for the exam. Do you think I won't get into college?"

  "We told you to go back home and study, but you refused and insisted on coming to Beijing. Now, the schools in Beijing don't want you. What are you going to do? Wen Shixuan has learned his lesson now, he wants his daughter and wife to take responsibility for their own mistakes. 'If you can't get into school, then you have to go out and earn money, at least you can't just stay home and eat and live off of others. Because your father can't support you for the rest of your life, eventually you'll have to rely on yourself to make a living.'"

  Wen Yu's eyebrows were tightly furrowed: whether or not to go to school was one thing, but she would rather die than take care of this old witch.

  "Dad, if I go back to our hometown for school, can you just let this matter drop?" Wen Huan said.

  "Yuan Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about? Everyone says that if you want to take the Central Academy of Fine Arts exam, you must go to high school in Beijing." Xǔ Yù'ē saw her little daughter say this and felt unwilling herself.

  Wen Shi Xuan scolded his wife: "Must you go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts? Look at Man Man, she didn't attend any top university, and yet she's doing just fine."

  Xu Yujiao was furious: Since when did her husband become so eloquent, it's all because of Manman.

  "Dad was right."

  Wen Yu's voice was beyond her expectation once again.

  "Yuan Yuan, if you really want to go back home, your dad and mom can't accompany you, what will you do?" Xu Yu'e asked her little daughter, determined to keep her from leaving.

  A family of three is quarreling.

  "Uncle, Auntie, Yuanyuan."

  Wen Mingzhu walked over, causing Wen Shixuan to furrow his brow and Wen Huan's expression to change slightly, while Xu Yuer was overjoyed.

  "Mingzhu, what are you doing here?" Xu Yuye thought that since Wen Shitong and the others had taken a liking to her family's Yuanyuan, they would not let go of her so easily, and walked over excitedly to chat with Wen Mingzhu.

  Xu Yujiao's concerns were crystal clear.

  Wen Mingzhu's smile froze at the corner of her mouth as she turned to Wen Huan and Wen Shixuan: "It's like this, I'm having prenatal check-ups in the obstetrics department here, preparing for childbirth and marriage."

  "Is it marrying Young Master Li? Congratulations!" Xu Yuye was excited as if she were the one getting married.

  Wen Yu's eyebrows rose slightly.

  Wen Shi Xuan said softly: "Now that you're pregnant, be careful with your body."

  "Thank you, Uncle, for your concern." Wen Mingzhu deliberately ignored Xu Yuye and leaned towards Wen Shixuan, saying, "Uncle, actually, you don't need to let Yuanyuan return to her hometown to attend high school. There's a school that wants Yuanyuan to enroll, but it's a private school with slightly weaker faculty. The principal of this school is also interested in Yuanyuan's own abilities, and if Yuanyuan can achieve good results in the college entrance exam and get into a prestigious university, the principal is willing to waive Yuanyuan's tuition fees. As for Yuanyuan's household registration problem when taking the college entrance exam locally, it can be temporarily registered under my house."

  Is there a free lunch in this world? Wen Shi Xuan, an honest man, doesn't believe it.

  Then Yu'e hastily said: "Mingzhu thank you. When our family's Yuanyuan makes a name for herself, she will definitely repay you."

  Her eyes swept coldly over Wen Mingzhu's face, which seemed to have gained a lot of weight.

  "Now that you mention it, I actually have something here that needs your help," said Wen Mingzhu.

  "What's wrong?" Xǔ Yù'é asked.

  "A friend of mine is getting married and knows that Sister Manman is a famous painter, so she wants to ask Sister Manman to paint her portrait. As for the price, it's up to Sister Manman to name it. Uncle, I'm not bragging, but my friend has many connections, if Sister Manman can secure this deal, I'll owe you one, and Sister Manman will definitely make a lot of money, it'll be a lucrative business opportunity."

  These words moved Wen Shi Xuan's heart.

  "Such a good thing, hurry up and call Manman to tell her." Xu Yujiao urged.