Yan Han was still a little angry when he thought about what Yi Wei had said to him earlier.

For the past five years, he has been mindful of the trauma she suffered, so he has tried his best to accommodate her in everything he could.

But he always remembered that he was a married man, and he always treated Yi Wei as just a younger sister.

But a younger sister is, after all, just a younger sister.

Whether it's his personal life or work, he doesn't feel she has the right to interfere, nor does he feel he needs to report to her.

But her words just now clearly conveyed a certain message.

That is, she has the right to inquire about his affairs, whether they are related to his personal life or his work, and even the right to interfere.

Because she and he had a 20-year relationship!

Yan Han carefully recalled Yi Wei's recent behavior. It seemed that she had become a little different since Zizai came back.

He had also asked Ke Kai to keep an eye on Yi Wei's recent whereabouts. The information Ke Kai reported back was that she had been living a very regular life, going to get off work and coming home every day, and occasionally going out with a few rich young ladies to drink tea, go shopping, watch movies, and sing karaoke. Judging from her life trajectory, it seemed that there was nothing unusual about her.

Could it be that the appearance of Zizai indirectly triggered and caused her condition to relapse?

So it seems she's still not giving up on herself?

Yan Han felt a slight headache as he considered the ultimate possibilities.

Mingming, she hadn't mentioned this to him for years, so why is it coming up again now?

It seems I need to find a time to have a frank talk with her and make things clear!

Right now, all he's thinking about is how to win his wife and son back. He has no time to care about anyone else, nor does he want to.

Thinking of this, Yan Han picked up the phone and called his mother.

"Mom, call Yingzi later and tell her you miss her mother. Let's get together for a meal, preferably at home."

Yan Han had already come up with this excuse last night. Originally, he planned to wait two or three days until Zhu Qianying and her daughter settled down before making an appointment. But now that Yi Wei had made such a fuss, he couldn't wait any longer.

Madam Yan was clearly more anxious than him. "I just called Jing. She said the new house is basically ready and she wants your father and me to come over for dinner tonight."

Yan Han immediately grasped the key point, "Just you and Dad?"

"Yeah, you're shameless enough to come along."

Yan Han's skin isn't just thick, it's huge!

Because, after he got off work, he went empty-handed and rang the doorbell of Zhu Qianying and her daughter's new home.

It was Zhu Qianyu who opened the door, and she was somewhat surprised to see him.

"Brother Yan?"

Yan Han smiled and nodded at her, "I'm just here to freeload a meal!"

Such a direct and undisguised intention left Zhu Qianyu at a loss for words.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let him in, then called out towards the kitchen, "Mom, Brother Yan is here."

It means that you are informing the chef to add one more person's portion.

Yan Han entered the room and was secretly pleased to see several pairs of men's slippers on the shoe rack.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qianyu said, "Brother Yan, those slippers are for Ji Huan and the others. They should be about the same size as you. Just take any pair and wear them."

Yan Han's heart shattered from his own wishful thinking, but he still had to put on an indifferent smile.

"Yes, it should be about the right size."

Clearly, he and Ji Huan have the same status here, both being the sons-in-law of the homeowner, so why are they treated so differently?

Yan Han changed into slippers that didn't belong to him, casually placed his bag on the cabinet next to the shoe cabinet, got up, and walked into the living room.

The furniture and furnishings in the living room were surprisingly similar to the current style of the Yan family. Without a doubt, they were the work of young master Zizai.

"Did Zizai pick out all this furniture?"

The unpleasant feeling from before was alleviated by the similar art style in front of me.

"Yeah, anyway, he's the biggest!"

Just like in the Ji family, most of the time, the two little darlings, Beibei and Guoguo, are the top priority.

Yan Han's mood brightened, and he glanced around the living room and balcony, but couldn't find any trace of Zizai and Zhu Qianying.

"Where's Zizai? Is he taking a nap?"

Zhu Qianyu poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him. "My sister had some things to do at the shop today, so Zizai went back with her." As she spoke, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "They should be back soon!"

Yan Han gave an "oh," took the tea, took a sip, got up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Chen Jing was cleaning fish while wearing an apron, her hands and body were all dirty, so she didn't come out to greet Yan Han when she knew he had arrived.

Yan Han walked to the kitchen door and smelled the blood. He frowned slightly, but suppressed his nausea and stood by the door. He called out to Chen Jing, who was facing away from him.

"mom!"

Having learned from yesterday's example, Chen Jing was now quite comfortable with the title.

"Young Master Yan, you're here! Please come and sit in the living room. Your parents should be arriving soon. Dinner can start once Ying'er and Zizai return."

Yan Han responded with an "Mmm," but remained standing at the kitchen door without leaving.

Chen Jing caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and seemed to understand why he was standing there.

"Are you hungry? There are some snacks in the refrigerator that Ying'er made this morning. Heat them up and have some to tide you over."

Chen Jing didn't particularly dislike Yan Han, because she always felt that she was the culprit behind her eldest daughter's failed marriage.

If I hadn't been so useless, my eldest daughter wouldn't have chosen a loveless marriage. So, ultimately, the root of the problem lies with me.

Yan Han stood at the door, not with any particular intention, but simply wanting to start a conversation.

But before he could speak, he heard Chen Jing say this, and immediately strode into the kitchen. Even the fishy smell that he had found disgusting and repulsive earlier didn't seem so unpleasant now.

When Chen Jing saw him open the refrigerator, she pointed out, "The box you took is Zizai's jelly, the one with the green lid in the back is the real one."

Following Chen Jing's instructions, Yan Han took out the food container, opened the lid, and saw six shrimp dumplings neatly arranged inside. Their color and appearance made him want to eat them right away.

"Should we steam this or heat it in the microwave?"

Yan Han knew absolutely nothing about kitchen matters, and now, holding the food container, he looked a little lost.

"A microwave will do! Or, you can have Xiaoyu do it!"

Before Yan Han could say anything, Chen Jing called out to the outside, "Xiao Yu, come in."

"Mom, actually..." Yan Han wanted to say, "Actually, I can do it myself, it's just a small thing..."

At this moment, he had completely forgotten that he was the young master Yan, who was unwilling to waste even a little time and energy on trivial matters.

Kitchen work is the chef's job; why should he do it?