"What if..." Jiang was still a little worried.

Jiang Qianniang sighed: "Then don't worry, as long as the Jiang family is still there, there will always be a place for you to stay."

At the Han family, after Jiang and Jiang Qianniang left, Han Yunqian went to see his grandfather again.

Mr. Han was drawing something at his desk in the study, without even looking up.

Han Yunqian took a quick look and could barely make out it was a painting. It depicted houses, trees, flowers, and plants, but Old Man Han's painting skills were poor, and the artwork looked sloppy. Han Yunqian was familiar with the painting, having watched him paint for twenty years since he was a child. If any member of the Ren family saw the painting again, they would be astonished, as Old Man Han had painted a particular spot in the Ren family mansion.

Mr. Han put down the last stroke of his brush, casually placed the brush in the brush washer, picked up the painting and handed it to Han Yunqian: "Take a look."

Han Yunqian took it and looked at it silently for a few seconds.

Old Man Han stared at him intently: "Do you remember it clearly?"

Han Yunqian pursed his lips and nodded: "Yes, grandfather, I will remember it."

Old Man Han slammed his desk hard and cursed, "It's no use just remembering! Remember it clearly! Remember it firmly! Don't forget a single blade of grass or a single tree! When we've avenged our loss and recovered our belongings, we'll restore everything these thieves have touched!" Old Man Han gripped Han Yunqian's shoulders, his fingertips turning white with force. "Grandfather is old, and especially in recent years, he's starting to forget things he used to remember well. So you have to remember everything for Grandfather, understand?"

Han Yunqian's expression didn't change at all, as if Old Man Han wasn't pinching his shoulder. He replied calmly, "Yes, Grandfather, I understand."

Old Master Han was finally satisfied. He let go of Han Yunqian, picked up the picture and looked at it again, frowned and said, "No, this pot of Podocarpus should not be placed in this position..." Then he picked up the pen and lowered his head to draw again.

Han Yunqian stood aside and watched Old Man Han quietly for a long time, then suddenly said, "Grandfather..."

Without even looking up, Mr. Han replied nonchalantly, "Hmm?"

Han Yunqian paused, then said, "Grandson will leave first." Then he bowed and left the study.

After exiting Old Master Han's study, Han Yunqian slowly exhaled the breath that had been held in his chest for so long. He raised his hand to touch his numb left shoulder, then dropped it expressionlessly. He stood in the courtyard for a long time before finally stopping a maid who had entered and asking calmly, "Have the Madam and Miss Jiang returned?"

The old woman said quickly, "Master, you're back."

Han Yunqian nodded and let the old woman go.

That evening, after dinner, Jiang and Jiang Qianniang planned to go for a walk in the garden to digest the food, but unexpectedly they met Han Yunqian, the eldest son of the Han family.

Han Yunqian bowed to Jiang, and Jiang Qianniang also quickly knelt down and bowed.

Jiang smiled and said, "It's rare to see you at home. Aren't you busy today?"

Han Yunqian and Jiang are actually not much different in age. In order to avoid suspicion, Han Yunqian rarely appears in front of Jiang except when he pays his respects to his father in the yard.

Han Yunqian nodded politely and replied, "I have some things to discuss with Grandfather when I get back." He then asked Jiang Qianniang, "Miss Jiang, are you accustomed to living here? If you need anything, please let Mother know. Don't hesitate."