Chapter 31 He has a child named Shao Yun

Years have passed, but Shao Muyan still remembers the day when he coldly questioned Jing Heng about who Yu Yan was, and he didn't have enough standing to answer.

Yu Yan told Xiang Jingheng, word by word, "Uncle Yan is my family, we are one of us."

The word "family" carries immense weight.

The phrase "our own people" was like a galaxy drawn across the sky, with him and Yu Yan on one side and Xiang Jingheng on the other.

Xiang Jingheng could no longer stand by Yu Yan's side.

—

Cheng Yun felt sorry for Yu Yan.

She was so badly injured that even when she was discharged from the hospital, her bones hadn't fully healed. A slight cough would cause her to sweat profusely and turn pale.

But when she appeared before the Xiang family father and son like this, they didn't say a word of concern for her.

Xiang Chu kept her distance, as if afraid of getting involved with something; the coldness in her eyes chilled one to the bone.

Xiang Jingheng was even more ruthless. He made a perfunctory inquiry about Yu Yan's health, followed by a cold interrogation. Cheng Yun felt like giving him a good beating for his aggressive tone!

Go to hell with you...!

"You're just too well-mannered and too easygoing."

Cheng Yun helped Yu Yan onto the bed and couldn't help but say, "I can't even imagine how you spent those three years in the Xiang family. You married a husband who was more like a boss than a husband, and you had a son who was more like a debt collector than a son... Xiao Yan, don't blame me for being harsh, but you have to show some temper. We don't owe them anything, so why should we? If you hadn't been protecting Gan Xiaoxing and Xiang Chu, would you have been injured like this?"

Seeing her senior sister's indignant expression, Yu Yan couldn't help but want to laugh, but the laughter aggravated her wound, causing her to twitch in pain.

"Still laughing." Cheng Yun glared at her. "Don't you have a heart?"

"It's grown."

Yu Yan nodded honestly, "If you really didn't have a heart, you wouldn't feel pain."

Cheng Yun saw the hurt in her eyes and knew that her heart had long been broken by that father and son. Sigh... what has marriage brought to a woman?

In fact, Yu Yan wasn't as good-natured as Cheng Yun described. She just habitually divided her world into two parts: she was extremely tolerant of those who belonged to her, but she could maintain a facade of harmony while remaining indifferent to outsiders.

To put it bluntly, it's just a lack of commitment.

Xiang Jingheng had already been kicked out of her group, but Xiang Chu was still inside.

Therefore, she can be calm and polite to Xiang Jingheng, but she will always feel sad and hopeful when facing Xiang Chu.

The bond between mother and child is not something that can be easily broken.

—

When Yu Yan returned home, she found that things were in trouble.

While she was in the hospital, caregivers would help her wipe her body down. She couldn't take a bath, so she just had to make do with a simple wipe-down each day. She could bear it.

But as soon as she got home, Yu Yan couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to take a shower and wash her hair; she felt like she was about to spoil.

But her hand injury hadn't healed yet, and the splint on her leg hadn't been removed... which was quite troublesome.

I should have let my senior sister leave later.

Yu Yan was just thinking about how to wash her hair when there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and Shao Muyan saw a head of black hair spread out in front of him. Yu Yan was hunched over and bent over, and even in her disheveled state, she could still crack a joke, "Don't you look like Sadako?"

Shao Muyan laughed and sighed, adjusting the hot water as he said, "You didn't call me to wash your hair? Can your hands even get wet?"

"I want to try it myself."

Yu Yan sat in a chair facing the bathtub and sighed softly, "I feel like a useless piece of trash right now."

Shao Muyan tested the water temperature for her, and only started washing her after she said it was suitable.

"Special cases require special treatment. You can wash your hands yourself after they've healed."

Yu Yan gave a muffled "hmm," feeling Shao Muyan's warm fingertips gently massaging the foam onto her scalp and hair. It was a little itchy, but also very comfortable.

“Uncle Yan…” Yu Yan suddenly called out to him.

Shao Muyan hummed in agreement.

"Have you ever washed other people's hair?" Yu Yan said, "I don't mean anything by it, it just felt...like very professional."

"Professional Tony?" Shao Muyan joked to himself, and the two of them laughed.

Shao Muyan said, "Besides washing my own hair, I've only ever washed children's hair. My sister's children."

Yu Yan was taken aback. "You mean Sister Shao Min?"

She calls Shao Muyan "uncle" and Shao Min "sister," which sounds a bit confusing in terms of seniority, but neither of them thinks there's anything wrong with it.

The Yu and Shao families are old friends. Yu Yan knows almost everyone in the Shao family. Shao Muyan is the third child in his family, with two older brothers. Shao Min is his cousin, only one year older than him.

She was an extremely beautiful and capable woman; she bought many of Yu Yan's clothes when she was little.

"Sister Shao Min has a child? When did that happen?" She had never heard of it.

After washing her hair, Shao Muyan used a towel to dry it. "It's only been two or three years. My sister is unmarried, and her child was adopted from an orphanage. His name is Shao Yun."

Yu Yan looked up, her eyes wide with surprise.

After her initial surprise, she asked with unusual curiosity, "How old is the child?"

"Six years old," Shao Muyan said.

Yu Yan was startled again.

What a coincidence, Xiang Chu is also six years old, the same age.