When she mentioned Nan Suzhi, a strange look flashed across Nan Xi's face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Aunt, why did you come to Beijing?"

"Hey! Your uncle was originally going to be transferred to Beijing City. Everything was ready, even Yunqian's kindergarten was arranged here. He suddenly passed away. After thinking about it, for the sake of the child's future, I decided to bring her here. From now on, we will live here. As for your brother Feng, I no longer care whether he is dead or alive in Country M."

Nanxi knew her aunt's temper. She was a woman of great foresight and courage. She pursed her lips and

"Then Auntie, if I miss you in the future, I will come to Beijing to see you. Dad and Grandpa are both dead, you can't refuse to interact with me, right?"

"Silly girl, even when Nan Zhenguo and I had such a fight, I never said I didn't recognize you. He is him, you are you, and you are still my aunt's baby."

Nan Ershu sighed, "Xixi, auntie had no choice but to do that before, not because I don't love you, so don't blame me."

"I know." She pulled Nan Ershu's hand, "Don't worry, you always cry secretly when you return to the car after seeing me. I've seen it several times. I know it's the Nan family that has let you down."

"I am ruined, but fortunately you can still live as you wish. Xixi, live a good life with Xiaolong. A woman's life should either be surrounded by material things and lack nothing, or be nurtured by love and have everything she wants. Only then will her life be meaningful.

You're already lucky, you have everything, so you should cherish your blessings, understand? Baby?

"Okay, I remember it, aunt." Nanxi knew that her mother died early, and her aunt treated her as her own child and loved her very much. Besides her mother, only her aunt would say these words to her, hoping that she would really live a good life.

After chatting, Nanxi accompanied Nan Ershu to the mall and bought a lot of gifts for her and Yunqian. Balu brought Biaozi and Fuchai, who followed behind to pay the bills and take things, acting as his younger brothers.

It was already past four in the afternoon when Nan Ershu was sent back to the villa.

Wu Meng didn't give him much time, and he had to return to Yangon immediately after completing the treatment.

In the evening, Zhou Qian invited him to dinner and wanted to introduce him to an important military figure in China. He had already stepped onto the stage of power and needed to slowly build his own network of contacts. He had been allowed to study in China and Russia in the past in order to pave the way for him.

"Wife, I'm leaving now. I don't want to be late for Brother Qian, so I have to go there early." Balu stood by the bed, holding her palm.

From the end of the treatment until now, all I have in my heart except my deep love for her is guilt, and I always feel that I have let her down.

Nanxi smiled faintly, "Okay, I see. Although Brother Youqian is here, you are the younger generation after all, so you should be careful with your words. Take the tea leaves and tea sets on the coffee table downstairs and give them to Political Commissar Xu. He used to be my grandfather's comrade-in-arms. I have met him before, and he likes to drink tea. This is our first time meeting someone, so we should be polite, okay?"

He is a straightforward person and knows nothing about the social customs in China. Nanxi doesn't expect him to learn anything, so she takes care of these little things herself.

"I know, wife." His heart softened. In this world, besides his Nan Xiaoxi, who else could think about him like this?

"Wife, you can't leave me. What will I do without you?" Balu rubbed against her neck like a big dog wagging its tail.

"Okay, go quickly, Drama Queen." Nanxi pushed his head, "Come back early, we have to go back to Yuncheng tomorrow."

…

Las Vegas.

When Yana came home from get off work, she saw Zhanpeng lying on the mat with his head as messy as a chicken coop, playing with his cell phone. Next to him was Danmin, also lying on the mat, drinking milk from a bottle. One of her little feet was scratching Zhanpeng's already warm hair. The two of them looked like they didn't know each other very well, but seemed to be able to play together.

The house was a mess, with toys, snacks, milk powder bottles and so on scattered everywhere. She instantly became furious.

"Zhan Peng, what are you doing?" He went up to him and scolded him while cleaning up.

"Danmin was doing well in the daycare class, but you insisted on bringing her back. You made a mess of the house and you lie here playing with your phone. I beg you, please go back and give me back my peaceful life, okay?"

The little woman's delicate face showed a hint of fatigue, and the tears in her eyes were almost uncontrollable.

Zhan Peng stood up and said, "Wife, I'm not playing with my phone. Something happened in the army. I have to arrange some work. This little girl is too naughty. I haven't had time to clean up yet. Don't be angry. I'll clean up right away, okay?"

He had been spending his days being despised, admitting his mistakes, apologizing, and coaxing his wife. He had long been accustomed to it. He hugged Yana,

"Be good, go change your clothes and take off your makeup. Leave this to me. There's no one else at home, so it's okay if it's a little messy. The little girl is too noisy. I can mess it up in a matter of minutes after I clean it up. You might as well go and rest. Leave it to me, baby."

Yana was pushed into the bedroom by him. She glared at him and closed the door.

Zhan Peng breathed a long sigh of relief and turned around. Danmin had finished drinking the milk, threw the bottle on the ground, and crawled towards him with milk stains all around his mouth.

"Go away, you're causing trouble and making me get scolded. If it weren't for coaxing my wife, do you think I would be here with a fat, dirty girl like you? You're not my child."

Zhan Peng pushed Dan Min away with his foot in disgust and resigned himself to putting away his toys. Behind him, Dan Min poured out all the opened biscuits in a box and squeezed them in his hands.

The cell phone in my pocket rang at this moment.

"Brother Zhan," the voice of a trusted subordinate came from the other side, "Zanlong is now in the business club, and he has ordered several women inside."

Zhan Peng sneered, "Keep an eye on him, I'll be over in a minute."

Unless she gives up on that man, Yana will not agree to follow him back to Myanmar. This stupid woman has always had a bad eye for men. It's bad enough that she met a scumbag like me, but she keeps meeting scumbags every time.

After cleaning up the front, he turned around and saw that Dan Min had restored the surroundings to their original state. The man's temples were throbbing, and he took out his cell phone to make a call.

"Get me a Filipino maid, quick."

…

Yana came out of the bedroom and saw that the living room was still the same. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Liar."

I carried Danmin to the bed to change her diaper when the doorbell rang.

"Let me open it—" Zhan Peng walked out of the kitchen and opened the door.

"Hello, sir." The Filipino maid in her forties at the door was short and had a friendly smile.

"Well, come in, clean up the living room, and then cook."

Zhan Peng breathed a sigh of relief. If Yana saw the scene in the kitchen again, she would definitely kick him out again. This servant arrived just in time.

The servant cleaned the room quickly and then went into the kitchen to cook.

Zhan Peng came out of the shower and saw Yana sitting on the sofa with a sullen face.

"Why do you need a servant? I don't need one."

"I need it, baby. I don't want to argue with you every day about housework and the little girl. Why waste our affection on something that can be solved with a few dollars?"