Fan Siyuan only learned from his parents that his family had moved a few days ago when he returned home for vacation.

His expression suddenly became somewhat subtle. If it weren't for the dessert shop here, would he have been unable to find his way home?

Fan Sheng scratched his head awkwardly: "Well, Dad originally wanted to tell you about this, but we were in such a rush to move that he forgot."

“It’s alright, it’s the same whether our son knows or not,” Fan Siyuan said considerately.

"Did something happen at home? Why did you suddenly move?"

Fan Sheng nodded quickly: "Yes, we have guests at home. The backyard of the dessert shop couldn't accommodate them all, so my father bought a larger courtyard."

Fan Siyuan became even more curious about what kind of guest it was that his father would specially buy a courtyard for them.

"You'll know when we get home," Fan Sheng said vaguely.

There were still some staff members in the shop, so he couldn't explain Xia Qingqing's identity right away. He'd talk about it later when they got back.

Fan Siyuan followed his father home, and as soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw the mysterious guest. He was stunned and stood there for a moment.

The woman opposite was dressed in pink, with skin as white as snow. Her face was free of makeup, yet it could not conceal her stunning beauty.

For a moment, Fan Siyuan thought he had seen a fairy, and a blush crept onto his face.

Just then, Luo Suyue also saw her son and waved to him with a smile: "Yuan'er is back. Come here quickly and let me introduce you. This is a good friend of your father and me. You should call her Aunt Qing."

Fan Siyuan slowly moved to his mother's side, but he couldn't bring himself to call her "Aunt Qing."

The girl in front of him looked only a few years older than him, how could he possibly call her "auntie"?

"What are you standing there for, kid? Hurry up and call for help!" Fan Sheng walked over and patted his son's shoulder hard, reminding him.

Fan Siyuan opened his lips and whispered, "Aunt Qing."

"Wow, Siyuan is so tall! I remember he was only thirteen years old," Xia Qingqing exclaimed, looking at the boy in front of her who was already about the same height as Fan Sheng.

Although the boy inherited Fan Sheng's height, he seems to have inherited more of Luo Suyue's looks. While his appearance isn't top-tier, he's still a handsome young man.

Xia Qingqing couldn't help but smile. This child was quite good at inheriting her parents' good genes, picking all the best traits from them.

Fan Sheng chuckled: "Yeah, this kid doesn't eat for nothing every day. If it weren't for the small business we're running now, he would probably have eaten us out of house and home."

"Father," Fan Siyuan called out, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

Luo Suyue glared at the man: "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and take Yuan'er back to the room to put away his luggage."

"Yes, my lady, I'll take him there right away," Fan Sheng said ingratiatingly.

Fan Siyuan's room was in the west wing, which Luo Suyue had personally arranged for her son. Next to it was his study, which was fully equipped with a desk, writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Although he attended a martial arts school, knowledge was essential, whether he pursued a career in government or sought other paths in the future. The Jingwu Academy also placed great emphasis on students' academic studies.

After entering the room, Fan Siyuan looked at Fan Sheng with curiosity and asked, "Father, what is the background of this Aunt Qing? Why have you and Mother never mentioned her before?"

Judging from the way that so-called Aunt Qing interacts with her parents, it's obvious that she's very familiar with them.

If that's the case, how come he's never seen the other person all these years?

“This is another shareholder of the dessert shop,” Fan Sheng said with a smile.

When the two children were still young, Fan Sheng and Luo Suyue dared not tell them about this, for fear that they might accidentally leak it out and bring danger to the family.

But now my son is thirteen years old, a little adult, and I can gradually tell him about family matters.

Fan Siyuan opened his mouth in surprise: "It's her? But Aunt Qing doesn't seem to be that old."

"Haha, that's because your Aunt Qing looks young. Actually, she's already twenty-three this year," Fan Sheng said with a smile.

Fan Siyuan was clearly taken aback. He thought the other person was at most twenty-nine years old, but he didn't expect him to be ten years older than him.

I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably lost.

Fan Sheng, oblivious to his son's odd behavior, said, "You pack your things yourself, I'm going to help your mother cook."

"Oh," Fan Siyuan responded softly, sitting on the bed in a daze.

The face he had just caught a glimpse of flashed through his mind, but he quickly shook his head when he thought about the other person's identity.

A young man's affection always comes so suddenly, and disappears before he even realizes it.

......

As soon as Fan Sheng entered the kitchen, Luo Suyue chased him out: "Don't get in the way here. Go to the main room and chat with Qingqing."

"Wife, I want to cook for you," Fan Sheng said, clinging to the kitchen door frame, unwilling to leave.

Luo Suyue waved her hand dismissively: "No need, I can do it faster by myself. You're just making things worse here."

Fan Sheng awkwardly touched his nose: "Alright, call me anytime if you need anything."

Inside the main room, Xia Qingqing was playing house with Fan Yao. When she saw Fan Sheng come over, she immediately invited him to sit down.

"Brother Fan, you were also kicked out by your wife, weren't you?"

"How did you know?" Fan Sheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Xia Qingqing said with a smile, "Because I was also just kicked out by my sister-in-law."

To be honest, Xia Qingqing hadn't done any work while staying at the Fan family's house these past few days. She always just waited to be served, and even though she was thick-skinned, she felt a little embarrassed. But when she offered to help, Luo Suyue disagreed.

Xia Qingqing thought for a moment and looked at Fan Sheng, asking, "Brother Fan, haven't you thought about hiring a couple of people to help with the housework? That way, my wife won't have to work so hard."

Given the Fan family's wealth, they should have been able to afford several maids and servants. Even wealthy families in modern times hire nannies, so in ancient times, which wealthy family wasn't surrounded by maids and servants?

Fan Sheng chuckled and scratched his head: "Neither Su Yue nor I are used to having a stranger in our house. Besides, our house was too small to accommodate so many people before."

"That's true, but that would make things harder for my sister-in-law," Xia Qingqing muttered softly.

Fan Sheng stroked his chin, lost in thought, when Xia Qingqing's words suddenly snapped him out of his reverie.

So why does his wife still have to work so hard every day to cook and clean even though the family is now wealthy?

You should know that Yuan'er's master's wife has more than ten maids by her side. Yuan'er's master's daughter, Baozhu, is about the same age as his own daughter. The young lady is served by others every day, while his daughter has to do everything herself.

The more Fan Sheng thought about it, the more he realized he had been a bit confused before. People say that making money is for a better life, but all the money his family earned was saved up. They could eat and dress a little better than before, but their other lives didn't improve much.

To put it bluntly, he hasn't changed his mindset from that of a poor person; he always feels that he can save money on non-essential expenses.