Chapter 82 Like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating one's abilities.

The boy had an outstanding appearance, and he could be spotted at a glance even when there were many people around.

"Old sir, old lady, Yan Chuan is out."

Just as Chen Bin finished reminding him, he saw the boy at the door suddenly stop walking.

He tilted his head as if he was looking at something.

After a while, I saw him walk straight toward the sweet potato stall at the entrance of the supermarket.

I took out my phone to pay and then reached out to take the sweet potato from the woman at the stall.

Chen Bin was slightly taken aback; he remembered that Yan Chuan was allergic to sweet potatoes.

"Should I call Yan Chuan?" he asked, turning around to the two people behind him.

“No need,” Zhou Qiyong said, “Just follow him.”

The boy bought sweet potatoes but didn't eat them. Instead, he carried them towards the narrow alley.

He didn't dare get too close, so he followed slowly within a distance where he could see him clearly.

When Zhou Yanchuan reached the entrance of the alley, he stopped.

There were few streetlights in that area, so Chen Bin couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only tell from his movements that he was peeling sweet potatoes.

This person, who is usually so pampered at home, was actually peeling sweet potatoes slowly and methodically in sub-zero weather.

He was peeling it for a few minutes when a slender figure came into view.

They couldn't hear what the two were saying.

He saw that the girl seemed delighted; she first took his hand and then accepted the sweet potato he offered.

Chen Bin's eyes flickered.

I never imagined that a boy could do this kind of servant work.

Not only did he look surprised, but the two elderly people behind the car also showed subtle changes in their expressions when they saw what was happening not far away.

“Xiao Jiu is growing more and more beautiful,” Qiu Yilian said, her gaze lingering on Wen Jiu.

Zhou Qiyong remained silent and simply watched.

*

Wen Jiu scooped out sweet potatoes with a spoon and said softly, "You'll have to wait for me in the alley afterwards, okay? It's too windy outside."

"good."

Zhou Yanchuan looked at her red, frozen ear tips, and while responding, he reached out to help pull her hat down.

Why did you buy me sweet potatoes?

“I saw it,” Zhou Yanchuan said, glancing down at the girl’s satisfied expression as she ate, and gave a slight smile: “Was it delicious?”

“Mm,” Wen Jiu nodded happily, took out the spoon she hadn’t used from the bag, scooped out a spoonful and handed it over, “Try it.”

After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that he was allergic to sweet potatoes.

"Ah, you can't eat it," Wen Jiu exclaimed, and then tried to pull her hand back.

But before she could withdraw her hand, the person in front of her suddenly bent down and took the small bite off the spoon.

"Why did you eat that?" she asked anxiously.

"It's nothing."

"You ate a little bit when you were little, and as a result, you broke out in a rash all over your body."

As Wen Jiu spoke, she handed the sweet potato to the person next to her. She first glanced at his hand and saw that it was alright, then stood on tiptoe to try and see his neck.

Zhou Yanchuan held a sweet potato in one hand, and with the other hand, he loosely protected the girl's waist from behind, letting her look at his neck.

Wen Jiu was so preoccupied with worry that she didn't notice how intimate their actions were.

All of this was observed by the people inside the car.

After carefully examining the area and seeing that there were indeed no rashes, Wen Jiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that she suddenly realized that she was almost entirely in Zhou Yanchuan's arms.

He kept his eyes down, watching her leisurely, for who knows how long.

Wen Jiu's face flushed red immediately, and she whispered, "I...I just wanted to check."

Zhou Yanchuan smiled and said, "Mm."

“Really,” she emphasized.

He laughed and said, "I wasn't lying."

"But you clearly don't believe it."

"letter."

"..."

"That's a lie."

*

Zhou Yanchuan watched the girl enter the house, but he didn't leave in a hurry. He stood there as if waiting for someone.

Chen Bin had just accompanied the two elderly people onto the elevator when the elevator doors opened and he saw a young man standing by the wall not far away.

He stepped back to the window, leaving the family alone.

Zhou Yanchuan looked down at the two people in front of him, his expression indifferent, showing no trace of his demeanor in the alley just now.

When Qiu Yilian saw her grandson up close, her eyes welled up with tears: "You child, you really haven't come back to see us for more than half a year?"

Zhou Yanchuan didn't speak, but his eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the old man.

Qiu Yilian punched the person next to her: "Say something!"

Zhou Qiyong looked at the boy in front of him, seemingly trying to salvage the relationship, and said in a low voice, "I heard from Chen Bin that your grades have improved a lot recently?"

Zhou Yanchuan remained silent, clearly unconvinced.

Zhou Qiyong was completely surprised to see people like this; he knew the nature of the children he had raised best.

Stubborn; once she's made up her mind, no one can change it.

Despite their disagreement, they all knew that the little girl genuinely cared for their grandson.

They witnessed firsthand how the child's personality changed drastically after his mother's death; if it weren't for Wen Jiu, he might never have recovered.

Back then, he locked himself in his room for days without eating or drinking, and no matter how much they tried to persuade him, it was no use. In the end, they were about to break down the door when the girl came, and he opened the door.

The little girl didn't say anything, but stayed by his side night after night.

The situation improved slightly later, and I tried different ways to make him happy every day.

Even though she herself was covered in bruises from being beaten by her father, she was still trying to comfort him.

The two men genuinely liked the girl and were grateful.

While they might like her, ordinary families might not be able to accept a girl with a tainted family background.

Moreover, there are those who...

Zhou Huaiqian was utterly useless, and Zhou Qiyong had always favored his grandson.

The path to politics was paved for him from a young age. If it weren't for the fear that he would be spoiled by his son abroad, he probably wouldn't have returned to China.

If he hadn't come back, the girl wouldn't have even had the chance to meet him.

They had prepared everything for him, but who would have thought that something would go wrong at this crucial juncture?

*

Zhou Qiyong looked at the silent man and knew that this matter could not be rushed, especially since the girl had played a very good role at this moment.

He doesn't intend to force them to separate now.

He came here just to see his grandson.

Zhou Yanchuan was unaware of their purpose in coming. After what happened at home last time, he was not in a good mood.

"It's nothing, I'm going back now."

"Hey," Qiu Yilian wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the person next to her.

Seeing the door close, Chen Bin walked over to the two elderly people in the corridor.

Only this grandson could get people of their status to stand here and speak.

What's more, I came here just as my health was starting to improve.

Zhou Qiyong had been recuperating at home for some time, and Chen Bin spent his days playing chess with him while reporting on the two children's situation.

She's really young.

I always thought that as long as I persisted, I would get results, but in reality, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—overestimating my own strength.

Given the Zhou family's background, if it weren't for the old man's lingering affections, the girl might not even be living in this city anymore.

And then there's her gambling father.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Chen Bin began his report: "The mess Wen Chengyu is making is getting bigger and bigger. Should we intervene?"

"Um."