Chapter 43: Continued Communication

Inside the huge VIP ward, the atmosphere was both strange and harmonious.

Yan Ai was sitting and chatting with Jiang Yuan and his wife in the leisure area of ​​the ward, while Feng Jue was standing silently in a cupboard not far away, peeling fruit.

He cut the fruit flesh evenly into small pieces that were easy to eat, then placed a few small forks on the fruit plate and brought it to his mother.

"Try it."

The man spoke in a deep and mellow voice, and his expression was natural, so natural that it seemed as if Yan Ai was a transparent person.

But when Feng Jue walked towards them, Yan Ai subconsciously moved to the side.

She didn't want to get too close to him, and she didn't want to be contaminated by this man's scent.

Feng Jue didn't mind her little action.

"Xiao Ai, you should have some too. This fruit is very sweet." Jiang Yuan smiled and invited Yan Ai to come over and eat the fruit.

But these fruits were cut by her son himself, so Yan Ai might not eat them.

As expected, Yan Aiwan declined, "No, Aunt Jiang, you guys eat, I still have to go home and have dinner with my dad, I have to go."

Hearing Yan Ai mention her father, Jiang Yuan seemed a little touched and couldn't help asking, "How is your father recently? Your uncle Feng and I haven't seen your father for a while."

Feng Ting was also nearby and recalled with a gentle smile, "Yes, the last time we met was at your father's birthday party. It must have been about five or six months ago, right?"

Ever since Yan Ai married Feng Jue, Yan's father's birthday has been celebrated twice every year. The first time is the lunar birthday, when they celebrate with Yan's father's family and friends, and the second time is the new calendar birthday, when they have a home-cooked meal at Yan's father's house with Jiang Yuan and his wife, Feng Jue and the other two.

For the past three years, Father Yan's birthday has always been arranged in this way, but this year...

Both Jiang Yuan and his wife felt a little regretful.

Yan Ai continued calmly, "Yes, it's been a while, but my dad has been doing well recently. Aunt Jiang and Uncle Feng don't have to worry."

Jiang Yuan smiled with relief, then asked, "Are you going home now? I'll ask Xiao Zheng to take you home. It's hard to get a taxi at this time."

"Thank you, Aunt Jiang. I'll leave first and come to see you next time." Yan Ai did not refuse Jiang Yuan's kindness this time.

Jiang Yuan called Xiao Zheng and gave him a few instructions. Not long after, Yan Ai said goodbye to them and left.

Only Feng Jue was still thinking about what Yan Ai had just said.

She said she was going home to have dinner with her father. Did she move back to Yan's house and no longer live in Yutingwan?

In the three years after their marriage, except for his study, all other parts of the villa in Yuting Bay were decorated by Yan Ai according to her own preferences. So he didn't like it and left the villa to her when they divorced.

While I was stunned, Yan Ai had already turned and left.

Feng Jue subconsciously followed Yan Ai's departing figure, but the person had already left, leaving only the sound of fading footsteps.

"What's the point of staring at someone after they've left?"

Jiang Yuan followed her son's gaze and spoke suddenly, drawing the man's gaze back to the door.

Feng Jue looked at his mother without blushing or beating his heart. A hint of smile seemed to appear under his eyes that were always covered with ice and snow. "Isn't this good? You can continue to interact with each other. I have no objection."

As long as you don't set your sights on him, everything will be fine.

Jiang Yuan looked at her husband, then sighed softly and said nothing more.

*

After Yan Ai left the hospital, she got into Jiang Yuan's car and Xiao Zheng drove her back to her father's community.

When they moved to their new home in the afternoon, Yan Ai had already called Yan Zexun and told him that she would go home to have dinner with him tonight.

So when Yan Ai arrived home, Yan Zexun had already prepared three dishes and a soup, filling the room with fragrance, making people's mouths water.

Yan Ai learns everything quickly and does it well, but when it comes to cooking, no matter how hard she tries, she can never catch up to half of her father's level.

"Dad's cooking is the best." Yan Ai sat at the dining table, as happy as a child.

Yan Zexun looked at her dotingly, "If you like, come over every day and dad will cook for you."

Yan Ai smiled as she picked up some food and said, "I can't bear to see Dad work so hard. I'm satisfied if he comes over to eat once in a while."

The father and daughter talked and laughed at the dinner table, and occasionally discussed the program on TV. The years were peaceful.

Warm moments like these once warmed Yan Ai's entire childhood. At that time, her mother Su Min was still alive. Although her parents were busy people, every weekend and holiday, the three of them would always gather together to eat and chat.

Therefore, Yan Ai has always been optimistic and yearning for marriage.

It was not until she hit the wall of Feng Jue that she realized that marriage could also be bloody.