Oh wow, you're just bored, aren't you? How did you get such a dirty mind?

"What are you thinking?" Lan Qingyue was speechless. "He's just my boss. He was just trying to be nice and gave me a ride home. There was a bit of traffic on the way back, and then my dad came. That's why I called him a little late."

My boss...that's all!

Liu Liqi, who was lying on the sofa enjoying Zhao Gan's foot massage, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She'd been in the workforce for several years, and she'd never seen a boss so attentive to their subordinates. What's that saying again? "Offering unsolicited favors..."

"Oh, Uncle's here! Get ready, hahaha~~~"

Lan Qingyue asked, "What are you preparing?"

"Get ready for your uncle's interrogation! You know, this is a big deal in life!" Liu Liqi sat up abruptly, her hair clip hanging crookedly on her hair. "You've been stuck in a marriage in name only for years, it's time to let go. Even if you can't start a new relationship in the short term, being single is better than being a 'Chu family daughter-in-law,' isn't it? If the Chu family doesn't let you go, they're not human!"

Lan Qingyue: "..."

So, Liu Liqi also knows that Chu Xiao passed away two years ago. Well, they've been best friends for over twenty years, so it's not surprising that she knows.

However, before she, the "person involved," could even get anxious, Liu Liqi was already in a panic. How lucky the original owner was to have such a good friend!

"Okay, okay, I know, I'll think about it seriously." If only she had such a close best friend in real life, Lan Qingyue felt a warm current in her heart and said, "Qiqi, you're pregnant now, you have to be careful with your emotions and not get too excited."

Liu Liqi: "I know, my baby takes after me, he's easygoing and not that fragile."

Lan Qingyue chuckled softly, "Okay, you two are both very easygoing people."

"Of course, then you should have dinner with your uncle first, and we can talk again next time."

After hanging up the phone, Lan Qingyue stirred the sliced ​​meat in the pot with a spoon. When she turned around, she found Lan Rongchang standing at the kitchen door. He had changed his clothes, and judging from the wrinkles and sheen of the fabric, they must be new clothes. She wondered how long he had been standing there. She was video chatting with Qi Yu, and he probably hadn't seen her. Lan Qingyue was a little nervous. "Dad, are you done washing up? Go sit outside for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon."

"No need, Qingqing, you should go and rest. Dad will make dinner. You haven't had Dad's cooking for a year, don't you miss it?"

A year?

Didn't the original owner go home during the holidays?

Come to think of it, the original author was an actor, and an actor's job is not like other jobs where you have to go to get off work and leave on time. Before the drama is finished filming, he probably can't leave the set.

Besides, the original owner had quite a lot of assets. If she hadn't worked hard filming, how could she have accumulated so much savings while ensuring she could pay for Lan Rongchang's surgery?

Lan Qingyue moved her lips and smiled, "Dad, let me cook dinner. You haven't had my cooking for a year."

"Your mind is getting sharper and sharper, child." Lan Rongchang smiled kindly, not leaving the kitchen, but finding a corner where he wouldn't disturb Lan Qingyue, and quietly watching her cook with a serious expression.

Dinner was ready—four dishes and a soup. When they were almost finished eating, Lan Rongchang put down his chopsticks, stared at Lan Qingyue's increasingly thin face, and said with a pained expression, "Qingqing, Dad wants to ask you a question. Don't be upset."