Huo Zhixing didn't say anything; he had originally intended to take the blame himself.

But thinking back, he almost lost her because he never said anything.

He can't do something so foolish again.

He smiled, gently pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "I received news that Jiang Mingyuan is currently in Yangcheng."

The little one in my arms stiffened noticeably.

Huo Zhixing hugged her a little tighter.

“The Jiang family’s company has gone bankrupt, and Jiang Yao has become Huo Zhiyan’s plaything…” He explained to her, “Jiang Mingyuan is short of money right now, so it’s only natural that he came to Yangcheng to seek refuge with his daughter.”

“He’s not just going to live with his daughter, is he?” Jiang Can said calmly. “I’m afraid he won’t let me go either.”

Huo Zhixing reached out and gently stroked her long hair, looking at her soft yet stubborn little face, and couldn't help but smile.

When I first met her, I thought she was a weak and indecisive girl.

But in reality, she was much stronger than he had imagined.

So he didn't shy away from telling her the truth, "I suspect he'll not only look for you, but also for your mother. I remember back in Jiangzhou, Jiang Mingyuan went to your house and caused a scene once."

"But don't worry, I've already arranged for someone on Mom's side to keep Jiang Mingyuan away from her!"

Jiang Can was taken aback, looked up at him, and smiled sweetly.

No matter the situation, he always manages to arrange everything perfectly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Huo Zhixing's lips curled slightly.

Jiang Can said sincerely, "Thank you, husband..."

Do we really need this thank you between us?

Jiang Can chuckled softly without speaking, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

"If you really want to thank me..." Huo Zhixing whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "Give me more pocket money in the future!"

Jiang Can blushed and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist. He pressed her down on the sofa, and the winter morning light bathed the room in a vibrant springtime glow.

...

The two arrived at the old house around noon.

Huo Wenyuan came out to greet them personally. As soon as he saw Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can, he couldn't stop smiling and kept saying, "My dear granddaughter is back! My dear granddaughter is back!"

Jiang Can smiled and took the old man's arm, and the two of them walked inside happily.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that Huo Zhixing was behind him.

The surrounding servants all lowered their heads, struggling to suppress their laughter.

Huo Zhixing looked around, his eyes darkening. He coughed heavily twice and quickly followed.

In the hall, Huo Wenyuan summoned all the chefs in his house.

Michelin-starred chefs lined up on both sides, each looking at Jiang Can with expectant eyes, hoping to be chosen.

Jiang Can was somewhat puzzled, "Grandpa, this..."

"What country's cuisine would you like to eat today?" Huo Wenyuan asked with a smile.

Looking at these chefs of different skin colors, Jiang Can didn't know whether to laugh or cry. British, French, Italian, Japanese, Thai, Singaporean... Huo Wenyuan had brought over cuisines from all over the world.

Jiang Can has a bit of a problem when it comes to food.

Just as she was hesitating, Huo Zhixing finished flipping through the menu and gracefully placed it on the maid's tray.

"Grandpa, I want to eat sushi..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Wenyuan gave him an impatient glance and said, "I didn't ask you!"

"..."

Then Huo Wenyuan looked at Jiang Can with affection and asked, "Can Can, what would you like to eat?"

Jiang Can chuckled softly, "Then, let's make sushi."

"Hey, you don't need to listen to this kid! Just tell me what you want to eat!" Huo Wenyuan straightened up and then explained seriously, "Don't worry, these chefs were all hired by Grandpa with his own money, not public funds, so it definitely won't affect your family reform plan!"

Huo Zhixing looked at him speechlessly and scoffed.

The old man used to be so arrogant and conceited, when did he become so humble?

"Grandpa," Jiang Can said, suppressing a laugh, as she gently grasped her husband's hand under the table, "Actually, I really want to eat sushi, and eel rice too!"

“Oh…” Huo Wenyuan thought for a moment and gave Cen Bo a look.

Cen Bo nodded, and the Japanese chef immediately perked up, stood ramrod straight, gave a deep ninety-degree bow, and said in a loud voice, "Hi!"

Then I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare.

Huo Zhixing, with a face devoid of any will to live, slowly exhaled.

The atmosphere in the old house is really oppressive.

Next time I come back, I might as well go on a hunger strike.

Grandpa couldn't possibly just stand by and watch the successor he had personally groomed go hungry.

Your own wife will feel sorry for you, and might even be a hundred times gentler than before. Your allowance will increase, and you might be able to get that black card back...

Yes, let's do it this way!

Huo Zhixing smiled and immediately began to eat the salmon sashimi in front of him in large bites.

"Third Young Master," Uncle Cen walked in carrying a document, "this is the sponsorship details for Yangcheng University next year, please take a look..."

Just as Huo Zhixing was about to take it, Huo Wenyuan casually said, "Give it to the Third Young Mistress. She's in charge of these things now!"

"Huh? Grandpa?" Huo Zhixing was taken aback.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you." Huo Wenyuan wiped his mouth with a napkin, "I think Cancan is very professional and pragmatic in financial management, better than you! So I've decided that not only will I hand over the household chores to her, but I can also gradually hand over the company's finances to Cancan in the future!"

Huo Zhixing's eyes widened, "Then I..."

"You're quite good at making money," Huo Wenyuan said shrewdly. "You make the money, and Cancan manages it. Isn't that a good thing?"

"...Yes, it's quite good."

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