Yan Yaoyao quickly changed the subject and took them on a tour of the Yan family's house.

“Although Yan Qiao is already very familiar with this place, since there have been some major changes, shall I show you around?” Yan Yaoyao’s words were full of pride.

The Yan family's old house was originally bought by Yan Jiahao and Shi Yuehua when they got married.

After divorcing Shi Yuehua, Yuan Mengchun was unwilling to live in the old house, so he asked to buy this villa.

Yan Qiao grew up here and is indeed very familiar with it.

Yan Yaoyao led them to the back garden. "This area used to be planted with roses, but I had them all pulled out and replaced with sunflowers. They were so beautiful when they were in bloom."

She gave Yan Qiao a defiant look.

Yan Qiao knew that she was retaliating against Yan Shu for uprooting the sunflowers and planting roses instead.

"Yan Qiao, you should remember, right? There used to be a lot of succulents around here, but I really didn't like them, so I threw them all away. You don't mind, do you?"

Yan Qiao glanced at her indifferently, "It's alright, it's your stuff, you can throw it away if you want. This back garden isn't very good either, it's too small, not even half the size of my courtyard house."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly smacked the corner of her mouth.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to compare myself to you. It's just that after living in a courtyard house for so long, everything seems small. Your villa is a bit small too. Why don't you consider moving to a bigger one? It's so uncomfortable living here."

[We're just quiet and don't like to show off, but if it really came down to Versailles, who could compare to her?]

[Yan Yaoyao was practically kicking a steel plate with her own feet.]

Afterwards, Yan Qiao wandered around and saw a blue and white porcelain vase placed to the side. She picked it up and looked at it, but then put it back with little interest.

"It's not an antique. I'm sorry, I'm just used to it. You know, my family has a lot of antiques. If something isn't quite old, I'm embarrassed to put it out on display."

Jin Lu glanced at Yan Yaoyao's dark face and sighed.

Why did you provoke her?

Yan Qiao suddenly stopped in front of a picture, frowned, and clicked her tongue.

"Wen Zhengming's Orchid Painting has been here for so many years and it's still here."

Yan Yaoyao smiled and said rather proudly, "Yes, I heard it was bought by my dad's friend. It cost a lot of money, and Dad couldn't bear to keep it. This can't be fake."

Yan Qiao glanced at her. "The original is in my hands. Tell me, is this one real or fake?"

Yan Yaoyao's smile froze. "Impossible. It was a gift from my dad's friend. Would he give a fake? Yan Qiao, could it be that the one you have is the fake one?"

Yan Qiao directly took the orchid painting off and showed her the back.

"I knew what was written on the back when I was ten years old, and none of you ever took it down to look?"

Yan Yaoyao's expression changed. Behind her was a woman's lip print and a small calligraphy piece inscribed with flowers, expressing her deep affection for Yan Yaohui.

This is a love letter that a woman outside gave to Yan Yaohui. It's been hanging here for so many years; it must have been difficult for Chen Lan.

Yan Yaoyao was so angry that her face turned ashen. She crumpled the orchid painting in her hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Yan Qiao scoffed, "Didn't you say there were big changes here? It seems the changes aren't that significant."

Before long, Chen Lan and Yan Yaohui returned.

This was part of Yan Yaoyao's plan, to have them appear on camera to show off their affection, and incidentally let Yan Qiao see how harmonious her family would be without her.

"Mom and Dad, you're back!"

Chen Lan smiled and sat down, taking Yan Yaohui's hand in hers.

“We just finished watching a movie. Your dad originally said he was going to take me shopping, but we rushed back because we had guests at home.”

Yan Yaoyao's smile froze for a moment, then she quickly said, "It's fine if you go shopping, I can handle it. Dad loves carrying your bags, doesn't he?"

Chen Lan retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? So many people are watching."

From childhood to adulthood, Chen Lan was always reluctant to smile. No matter how outstanding she was, in Chen Lan's eyes she was just a tool.

Seeing her speak to Yan Yaoyao so gently now, I don't feel uncomfortable, but it just feels strange.

Whether it was an act or not, she suddenly realized that Chen Lan could have this side to her.

"Yan Qiao, it's been so long since you've seen your parents, don't you miss them?"

Yan Qiao said calmly, "It's not that long since we last met. Didn't we meet when Grandpa moved his grave last time?"

Chen Lan's gentle facade nearly crumbled, after all, that meeting hadn't been very pleasant.

Chen Lan composed herself and shook her head with a mixture of indulgence and helplessness.

"Yan Qiao, I didn't expect that even after you went back to your parents' side, you would still speak with the same sharp tongue as before. It's because of this that I've never really liked you. Haven't I told you many times to control your temper and be nicer to others?"

She's like she's pretending to be a gentle and generous mother. Even if you're naughty or unlikable, Mom will still tolerate you.

In doing so, Yan Qiao appears to be making a fuss over nothing.

She enjoys making people feel disgusted, but Yan Qiao won't just swallow her anger.

"Oh, so you don't like me because I have a bad temper? So Dad made me wear a tuxedo to drink with his old friends, so Mom hit me when my brother peed on my bed, so Mom tells me every day that my only value is to be a stepping stone for my brother, is it all because of my bad temper?"

Chen Lan and Yan Yaohui's expressions changed drastically, as if they had swallowed flies, and they had no way to explain themselves.

Yan Qiao glanced at the camera. "There are still many things. I only realize now that I've held grudges so much. Do you want me to tell you everything?"

Chen Lan forced a smile: "You really are..."

[Her acting is so good; I almost fell for her just now and really thought she was a good mother.]

[Over the years, it's a miracle Yan Qiao hasn't been manipulated by her. What the hell is wrong with your bad temper? That's why I don't like you!]

The internet remembers. The reason Yuan Mengchun replaced Yan Qiao and Yan Yaoyao was because he knew Chen Lan favored sons over daughters and wouldn't treat her well.

They've done all sorts of dirty things, and now they're trying to create a persona for themselves, just because everyone's almost forgotten about it.

Seeing that the situation was turning sour, Yan Yaoyao quickly changed the subject: "Mom and Dad, look at this guy, he looks like Yan Qiao's boyfriend."

Pei Jingzhan remained silent throughout, because Yan Qiao was strong enough that he didn't need to cause trouble.

He couldn't be bothered to get involved in the messy affairs of the Yan family.

Now that Yan Yaoyao had singled him out, the word "boyfriend" somehow gave him a sense of pleasure.

Yan Qiao blinked. "Let me correct you, it's not yet."

【Huh? Not yet? What does this mean? Will it be later?】

Chen Lan seized the opportunity to scold him: "Aren't you supposed to be taking the college entrance exam? How can you be dating at such a crucial time!"

Yan said calmly, "Are Ms. Chen Lan's ears just for show? I told you, they aren't. He's the cameraman I paid 3,000 yuan to come here and freeload off me."

She's probably the only one who can justify freeloading a meal so confidently.

Yan Yaohui said with a stern face, "He's just a cameraman. It's not good for you to have a man with you."

Yan Qiao smiled. "Does Mr. Yan also care about this kind of influence?"

The moment she smiled, netizens knew she was up to no good.