Almost instantly, Shi Lan flipped her wrist and grabbed Ning Yuze's large hand. Without him saying anything, she automatically clung to him, hanging on him like a koala.

A soft, yielding touch suddenly enveloped half of his shoulder, and a strange warmth suddenly surged in his lower abdomen, causing his eyes to darken abruptly.

Shi Lan was unaware of the impact her action had on Ning Yuze; her entire attention was now focused on the old man a few steps away.

Ning Yuze is hers, and she will absolutely not let anyone give him away to someone else.

The old man seemed to hear the commotion and turned his head in this direction.

Shi Lan quickly rested her head on Ning Yuze's shoulder and said sweetly, "Ze, this place is so beautiful. Look at that elegant stone. Its shape is unique, its texture is winding, and with those holes, it has a rugged and rugged style."

Shi Lan tilted her head back slightly, pointed to a stone in the courtyard, and commented in a sweet voice.

Ning Yuze turned his head to look at her, surprised that she actually knew about this.

Shi Lan received his praise and secretly stuck out her tongue.

Although I've never actually handled stones, I've at least eaten pork, so I can still spout some nonsense.

The old man's eyes flickered slightly when he heard Shi Lan's seemingly knowledgeable words. There were very few people who understood this nowadays, let alone a young girl like her. The old man's brows, which had been furrowed by her inappropriate words and actions, relaxed.

"And this is...?"

The old man looked at Ning Yuze.

“Your granddaughter-in-law,” Ning Yuze said, his style unchanged, always as economical with words.

The old man's eyes slid from his grandson to the arms that connected the two like conjoined twins, then to the grandson's face, which showed no resistance or disgust, and finally landed on Shi Lan's face, which was now so gentle and kind that it seemed like he had become a different person.

Shi Lan felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze. She glanced sideways at Ning Yuze, wondering what he meant by that. How did she become his wife?

Shi Lan released his arm and introduced herself in a serious manner: "Hello, Grandpa, my name is Shi Lan, and I am Ning Yuze's friend."

The old man smiled and waved, saying, "Okay, okay, come and sit down."

Ning Yuze strode off, but after taking only one step, he suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Shi Lan who was a beat behind, reached out and pulled her in front of him, forcefully shoved his arm into her hand, and took another step.

Shi Lan was taken aback by his actions, and Ning Yuze didn't give her time to react before leading her to sit in the rattan chair.

Seeing his grandson's series of actions, the old man's eyes narrowed to slits, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that some things were unnecessary for him. As for that girl from the Zhou family, he decided to let her go. Although she was willing to give up her status and just be a vessel for fertilization, she was still better off being born openly and legitimately from his granddaughter-in-law's womb.

The old man gave a wink to the burly man waiting in the distance, imagining the fruit of their future love, and was overjoyed. At least the Ning family line wouldn't really die out.

The servants laid out breakfast one by one. Perhaps because of health concerns, the food on the table was rather bland.

The old man greeted the two, "You've come at this hour, haven't you had breakfast yet? Come on over."

Upon hearing the greeting, Shi Lan subconsciously let go of Ning Yuze's arm; after all, no one holds hands while eating.

To everyone's surprise, Ning Yuze noticed her movement and reached out to grab her hand back onto his arm. To prevent Shi Lan from putting it down, he pressed his hand on it and then led her to stand by the table.

The old man looked at his actions in surprise, and after a while, he shook his head with a smile. "Someone, move the long rattan chair over here."

The old man's instructions made Shi Lan wish she could immediately crawl under the table, completely losing the spirit she had shown earlier when she leaped at the handsome man.

Three people suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the courtyard and deftly moved a chair to the table.

After eating the most embarrassing breakfast ever, Shi Lan walked out the door with a tomato-like face, got into the car, let out a long breath, and stared at Ning Yuze with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Who's your wife? And who told you to feed me? It's not like I don't have hands!"

As he started the car, Ning Yuze turned to look at her oily little mouth, pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that the car was too small and the autumn sun was too strong, making him feel hot and suffocated, and his mouth became dry.

Perhaps because of the close proximity, Shi Lan finally became perceptive.

Noticing his almost outburst, Shi Lan suddenly leaned closer to him, her face nuzzling against his as if she were being affectionate.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Her soft, gentle voice, the faint smell of bean curd, and the natural fragrance of the young girl wafted over.

He hadn't been this close to her for a long time since the day he unilaterally started the cold war.

Ning Yuze stared at her fair face, licked his lips, and slowly, slowly lowered his head.

Sensing his breath growing ever closer, Shi Lan smiled slightly, pondering what her first words should be after waking him up.

Is it saying, "Hey Haoze, long time no see," or "I'm sorry, I put you in danger," or "Thank you for protecting me all these years, now it's my turn to take care of you"?

Shi Lan kept planning in her mind, and the expected kiss landed lightly and quickly on the tip of her nose.

Shi Lan tilted her head slightly, mustered all her courage, and wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips moving upwards.

Ning Yuze's body tensed up as he watched the beautiful face that touched his heartstrings get closer and closer. His heart suddenly started beating faster and faster, and a heat surged in his nose.

Just as four soft lips were about to meet, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the car door.

"Yuze, Yuze, are you there?"

Shi Lan was startled and opened her eyes.

Beside the car door, a man was dragging someone along, seemingly trying to pull her away. The person struggled desperately, her bright face straining forward as she peered inside, trying to see the figure through the dark car window.

Upon seeing that there were people, and more than one, Shi Lan panicked and quickly let go of her hand, awkwardly shrinking back into the chair.

The red lips he had been waiting for were getting further and further away, and Ning Yuze's face turned from red to black. Meanwhile, the person outside the car was still banging on the door without any sense of propriety.

Shi Lan glanced out the car window, then huddled even tighter, fiddling with her fingers.

Ning Yuze opened the car window, his face full of impatience.

When Zhou Lisha saw Ning Yuze, her eyes suddenly lit up. She gripped the car door with her neatly manicured nails and pleaded, "Yuze, please help my dad. He's almost at his limit."

Ning Yuze leaned back slightly, his expression indifferent. "What happened?"

Zhou Lisha sobbed, "I don't know what's gotten into Han Dong, he's gone against my dad. He's already taken over most of my dad's territory. If this continues, my dad will be finished before the end of the month."

After saying that, she lowered her head and wiped away her tears, thus missing the smile on Ning Yuze's lips.

Shi Lan had been watching the two of them, and when she noticed Ning Yuze's behavior, she tilted her head curiously to look at him.

Ning Yuze noticed her actions and reached out to rub her head.

Zhou Lisha noticed Ning Yuze, who was very close to her, move slightly. She subconsciously assumed that he wanted to comfort her, so she looked up and went to meet him.

Then she saw a scene that was extremely distressing and heartbreaking.

The aloof and proud Snow-Clad Grass in her mind was actually affectionately ruffling a woman's head, and this woman was actually...

"The cake delivery guy!" Zhou Lisha couldn't help but shriek.