Xu Nanzhi took it and found it was a sandwich and soy milk.

He didn't bother to be polite with Wen Ting and just opened it and started eating.

"Aunt Yun will be at the airport soon. My dad wants us to eat at home so it's more lively."

"Didn't you say it would be in two days?" Xu Nanzhi asked with some surprise.

Wen Ting drove the car and glanced at Xu Nanzhi: "Originally, we said it would be in two days, but since you're back, Aunt Yun didn't attend the celebration party and flew back directly."

Then he added, "Originally, the Feng family's grandparents wanted to come over, but my dad was worried that you might feel awkward, so he said he would bring you over in a few days."

Hearing Wen Ting say this, Xu Nanzhi felt a little guilty: "It's me who made my grandparents worry."

Wen Ting didn't say anything, but just drove quietly. The Wen family was some distance away from where Xu Nanzhi lived. When Xu Nanzhi arrived at the Wen family, her mother Feng Yun had already returned home.

The moment she saw Xu Nanzhi, Feng Yun tried hard to endure it. If Wen Houming hadn't held her in his arms, she would have almost collapsed.

Xu Nanzhi was also a little emotional at this time. For so many years, she had only thought about escaping herself and had never considered the feelings of her family. She was filled with guilt.

"Mom, I'm back."

As the words fell, Feng Yun hugged Xu Nanzhi in her arms: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

The powerful woman who always had the final say had tears in her eyes at this moment. Even Wen Houming was a little moved at this moment: "Come, let's sit down and talk."

No one questioned why Xu Nanzhi didn't come back for so many years. They were all concerned about whether she was doing well. It seemed that no matter what, Xu Nanzhi was still the eldest lady who was held in the palm of everyone's hand.

Wen Yan and Wen Ting stood aside, looking at the two of them. It seemed that they had become outsiders at this moment, but despite this, both of them had happy expressions on their faces.

Wen Yan even nudged Wen Ting with his elbow: "Brother, this is really good."

Wen Ting simply hummed, but looked at the three of them with a gentle expression.

After dinner, Feng Yun went upstairs personally to re-make the bed for Xu Nanzhi. Afterwards, she couldn't wait to contact the master craftsman who used to make clothes for Xu Nanzhi and asked him to make a few clothes for her.

Xu Nanzhi's bedroom upstairs is independent. The room occupies half a floor and is decorated very tastefully, with incense, flowers, and even a guqin standing next to it.

The mother and daughter sat at the small table. Feng Yun asked, "Have you visited the old lady and your father?"

"Yeah." Xu Nanzhi nodded.

Afterwards, Feng Yun spoke again with a distressed look on her face: "Nanzhi, how have you been these years?"

"fine."

Seeing Feng Yun didn't seem to believe it, Xu Nanzhi nodded seriously again: "It's really okay, except that I was a little uncomfortable at the beginning, but it got better later."

Hearing her say this, Feng Yun opened her mouth but didn't ask any more questions. She already owed her child so much that she just nodded: "I'm glad you're back."

"What are your plans for the Xu family?"

It seemed like everyone was asking the same question. Xu Nanzhi was stunned for a moment: "I don't have any plans. I just want to take back some things that don't belong to them when the time is right."

Hearing Xu Nanzhi say this, Feng Yun said: "Use the home..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Xu Nanzhi: "You don't need anyone's help. After all, it's the Xu family's own business. I can handle it."

Since she said so, Feng Yun didn't say anything more. After thinking for a while, she added: "Actually, at the time, forget it. With the Feng family's status, they were at the center of the storm and couldn't be too blatant."

The mother and daughter chatted for a long time, and Feng Yun did not come out of Xu Nanzhi's room until it was time to go to bed at night.

After Feng Yun left, Xu Nanzhi went to take a shower. When he came out, he saw a few more messages on his phone, one from Bai Yiyi and one from Wen Ting.

Bai Yiyi: "Sister, let's go shopping some other day?"

Wen Ting: "I squeezed some juice for you, would you like some?"

Xu Nanzhi let her still wet hair down casually and sat on the edge of the bed replying to messages.

"Sure, but I live in the Wen family now. If you want to come see me, don't go to my previous apartment."

After replying to Bai Yiyi's message, Xu Nanzhi did not go back to Wen Ting, but directly opened the bedroom door and went downstairs. As expected, he met Wen Ting in the restaurant.

He stood alone in the light and shadow, with a glass of freshly squeezed juice on the cupboard in front of him.

Seeing the person coming, Wen Ting raised his eyes: "Why did you come down?"

Xu Nanzhi didn't answer him but asked, "Why don't you go up?"

Glancing at her, Wen Ting said, "I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it."

"I just took a shower." Xu Nanzhi explained.

As he spoke, he reached out, picked up the cup in front of him and put it to his lips.

"Apple?" After taking a sip, Xu Nanzhi looked up and asked.

Wen Ting nodded, stared at Xu Nanzhi's lips for a few seconds, then turned his head, took out a piece of paper from the tissue box and handed it to him: "Wipe the corners of your mouth."

Xu Nanzhi took it naturally and wiped it casually.

After drinking a glass of juice, I feel very happy.

He put the empty cup on the cupboard and waved to Wen Ting: "Thank you. If there is nothing else, I will go upstairs first."

Just as he was about to turn around, Wen Ting spoke again: "What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?"

Xu Nanzhi paused and said with some anticipation: "Braised noodles are okay, the kind you make."

Wen Ting didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Xu Nanzhi's hair and said lightly, "Didn't you blow dry your hair?"

Xu Nanzhi nodded: "Yes, let it air dry naturally."

Wen Ting frowned: "This will give me a headache later."

"It's okay. It's warm now."

"Go upstairs and blow dry your hair before going to sleep." Wen Ting continued to insist.

"No, it's too troublesome." Xu Nanzhi shook his head, looking unwilling.

"If you don't blow, there will be no braised noodles tomorrow morning."

As Wen Ting threatened, Xu Nanzhi's expression changed and his voice rose slightly: "Wen Ting, are you threatening me?"

In response to Xu Nanzhi's words, Wen Ting's expression remained unchanged, and he continued calmly, "Blow it before going to sleep."

She seemed to be defeated under his gaze: "Blow it if you want."

Then he glared at Wen Ting and muttered softly, "I hate blow-drying my hair the most."

As she spoke, she turned and went upstairs. Wen Ting said nothing about Xu Nanzhi's temper, but just watched her go upstairs.

After watching for a while, Wen Ting took action. He turned around and took the empty cup that Xu Nanzhi had just finished drinking to the sink, rinsed it, and then put it back on the shelf.

Then he went upstairs.

Seemingly hesitant, Wen Ting still came to the door of Xu Nanzhi's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard the sound of a hair dryer in the room and went downstairs.