Huo Junyu paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with my family?"

“Brother, it’s not your family,” Wen Jie said in a low voice. “It’s the Lu family.”

"The Lu family?"

"It seems... it's about your little sister whom you were betrothed to as a child," Wen Jie said hurriedly. "I can't find out too much about your family affairs, but you just need to go back and take a look."

"Okay, I understand," Huo Junyu replied and hung up the phone.

Jiang Mianmian, who was walking ahead, did not hear him making a phone call behind her. Her cheerful figure was shrouded in the night, and she would occasionally turn around and wave to him.

For those two days, Huo Junyu was thinking about how to ask the Jiang family for leave.

After much thought, I've decided to tell the truth:

“My brother called and said there’s something going on at home and I need to go back. I won’t be gone for long; I’ll definitely be back in two or three days.”

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Jiang Youcai and Su Aiqian in front of him.

The two women stared at him intently at first, then exchanged a glance, smiled at each other, and nodded.

Huo Junyu was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them swept the items off the shelf and stuffed them into a large travel bag!

"Uncle, Auntie, you..."

"Little Huo!" Jiang Youcai looked at him with a smile, "You didn't have anything good to take home, but at least this is a small supermarket, so there's plenty of food and drinks!"

Su Aiqian smiled warmly, "Yes, yes, you should give these to your in-laws... oh no, I mean, take them back to your parents as a small token of our appreciation!"

Huo Junyu was dumbfounded.

They packed everything like it was free, including rice, flour, cooking oil, and all sorts of snacks, filling two large bags.

When there was simply no more room, Su Aiqian even forced a few bags of calcium-supplement biscuits for seniors into her bag...

Looking at the empty shelves and their satisfied expressions, Huo Junyu felt a surge of emotion, even though he was covered in sweat.

"Uncle and Auntie, you don't need to do this..."

"Of course we need it!" they both said in unison. "Little Huo, when are you leaving? If you can't carry your things, we'll help you get on the train!"

"..." Huo Junyu really wanted to tell them that a private plane was actually coming to pick them up.

"By the way, where do you live?"

Huo Junyu paused for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "Central City."

Upon hearing this place, the Jiang couple immediately fell silent. For so many years, they had maintained a perfect understanding, never mentioning this place to Jiang Mianmian.

Because their daughter was stolen.

They stubbornly believe that even if a one-year-old baby has no memory, once a certain point in the memory is touched, the memory may burst forth like a flash flood, unstoppable.

They wanted to keep Jiang Mianmian by their side for life, so they never mentioned the words "Yangcheng" in front of her.

Just because something isn't mentioned doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Isn't there a person from Yangcheng right in front of us?

Su Ai had some concerns, so in addition to telling him to go early and come back early, she also repeatedly told him not to "ask for leave" from Jiang Mianmian.

"Mianmian is preparing for some kind of exam, undergoing intensive training, and she's quite stressed. If you tell her, she might get distracted!"

Although Huo Junyu found it a bit strange, he did as instructed.

The next day, carrying these large and small bags, he jumped like a thief into the car waiting for him at the entrance of the alley before his family had even gotten up, and headed straight for the airport.

...

Huo Junyang was overjoyed to hear that his brother had returned.

However, he heard that when he came back, he didn't go to see his parents, but went straight to the kitchen... Huo Junyang found it unbelievable and hurriedly ran over to see.

"elder brother?!"

The younger brother was stunned to see rice, flour, cooking oil, snacks, and drinks scattered all over the ground.

"What...what's going on?"

Huo Junyu was directing the servants to pack things up.

“It’s nothing,” he said, glancing at Huo Junyang indifferently. “It’s just… something I brought back to give to my parents.”

Huo Junyang looked at him like he was an alien, then suddenly laughed, "You're being filial to your parents? You're already being filial if you haven't driven them to their deaths! Do you even need to bring them anything?"

Huo Junyu raised his hand, ready to use violence.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Huo Junyang poked his armpit just like when his older brother was about to hit him when they were kids. "You were like this when you were a kid! You always went the other way when Mom and Dad said east. This time you just left for Jiangzhou without a second thought! Do you know how much I had to talk to keep those two old folks happy?"

Huo Junyu, who was about to punch him, placed his hand on his head and rubbed it hard, a slight smile appearing on his cold face.

"Brother," Huo Junyang kicked the can of peanut oil next to him and asked in a low voice, "Where did you get this no-name brand stuff? Is it even safe to use? Don't get food poisoning from it!"

"you……"

Huo Junyu glared at him, but before he could say anything, Zhou Sao, the nanny who had taken care of them since they were little, walked over with a smile, "Second Young Master, this brand of peanut oil is quite good, cheap and plentiful, very affordable! I'll use this oil to fry crispy pork for you two tonight..."

"Sister Zhou, don't use this yet!" Huo Junyu said in a deep voice.

"ah?"

"Uh, what I mean is..." He touched his nose, his gaze darting away, "You should use it sparingly!"

Aunt Zhou couldn't understand this move. Did the Huo family really need a few ounces of peanut oil?

However, she nodded nonetheless.

Huo Junyu watched as the servants finished tidying up and neatly arranged everything in the cabinet according to his instructions, as if they were precious treasures, before finally revealing a satisfied smile.

"I'm going to see my parents," he said, turning and leaving.

Huo Junyang, like Aunt Zhou, stood there in a daze.

"Second Young Master," Aunt Zhou murmured, "what's wrong with him? From childhood to adulthood, which of you two has ever stepped into the kitchen or cared about how things are arranged?"

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