How could she have forgotten her deceased parents?

Since she transmigrated and took over the original owner's identity, she has never once visited the graves of Cheng's parents.

Damn it.

"It is Qingyan who is unfilial. Tomorrow I will definitely take my wife with me to pay respects to my father and mother."

Cheng Yuanfu stretched out his hand, gesturing for Cheng Qingyan to sit down: "From now on, you don't need to treat me and the second brother differently just because you know the truth."

“As your older brother, I didn’t listen to Mother’s advice to be close to you, so you don’t need to make things difficult for yourself.”

Cheng Qingyan didn't speak, she just sat quietly.

She had thought the original owner of this body had a clean and innocent background like hers, but she never expected there to be all these other strange things.

Regardless of who she is, she has to repay the kindness she has received.

However, she couldn't figure out whether the person who was inquiring about her was a friend or foe.

"Brother, did the person who inquired about my background also find out that I am not a son of the Cheng family?"

"Yes, and it seems like he already knew. The questions he asked were more like confirmations than probing when he didn't know anything."

Cheng Qingyan thought for a moment and asked Cheng Yuanfu, "Brother, do you really have no impression of that person at all?"

Cheng Yuanfu shook his head: "We came at night, it was very dark, we couldn't see anything."

"The sword was against my neck, it was icy cold, and that's all I can't remember."

If a swordsman breaks into a person's home at night, holds the sword to their neck, and can still remember that the blade was ice-cold, that's already quite good.

As if remembering something, Cheng Yuanfu hissed and said, "That person seems to have a full head of white hair, but judging from his voice, he doesn't sound like an old man."

"Yes, like that white-haired young man who often comes to see you!"

Shen Ziyu? Cheng Qingyan felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the last time he saw Shen Ziyu.

Recalling Shen Ziyu's unusual reaction when she first saw the scar on her arm and the red mole.

So, Shen Ziyu recognized her back then?

That's outrageous.

Could it be Shen Tzu-yu?

If it is her, then what is her relationship with Cheng Qingyan's identity?

If it wasn't her, then who was it?

The number of new messages I received today is overwhelming.

Her mind is a complete mess right now!

Cheng Yuanfu stood up, preparing to leave, but before he did, he said, "After Father and Mother passed away, my second brother and I lost all affection for you. The past between the three of us brothers is now wiped clean. From now on, let the children decide their own affairs."

"Don't blame the second brother either; he's even less able to accept your arrival than I am."

No wonder, when you're already of age and your parents bring home another person and tell you that this will be your younger brother, how would you feel?

Regardless of the child's background, most people would find it hard to accept, right?

She disliked her since she was a child, and as she grew up, her parents passed away, and she was no longer restrained, so her dislike became even more blatant.

When she arrived at the Cheng family, Cheng Yuanji was probably around twenty years old. Cheng Yuanfu was around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, so it's normal for them to have a generation gap.

But I didn't expect her older brother to say so much to her today.

Cheng Qingyan looked at Cheng Yuanfu in surprise. Did her older brother have such awareness?

This is another unexpected turn of events, isn't it?

Cheng Yuanfu's slightly plump figure walked past Cheng Qingyan, who hurriedly went out to see him off.

Regardless of what Cheng Yuanfu and Cheng Yuanji were planning, she was already very grateful that they had taken the initiative to tell her about it.

Whether they will cross paths again in the future is anyone's guess.

She had previously said she didn't want to get involved with relatives like Cheng Yuanji, but now she actually owes him two acres of land.

Because if it weren't for her, Cheng Yuanfu and Cheng Yuanji would each have received two more mu of land.

However, judging from Cheng Yuanji's state today, there should be no further entanglement between them in the future.

Her brain received too much information today and almost crashed; she needs to find a way to process it.

Having just seen Cheng Yuanfu off, Cheng Qingyan went to look for Ye Lingyu's whereabouts.

After Cheng Yuanfu arrived, Ye Lingyu didn't appear again. What has she been doing all this time?

There was no one in the bedroom, and no one by the river.

Where will they go?

Shouldn't they be in the kitchen this early?

Cheng Qingyan looked up at the sun; it wasn't noon yet.

Fugui followed her around twice, wagging its tail incessantly.

"Fugui, I really don't know where my wife has gone?"

"Never mind, you probably don't know, since I don't know either."

After talking to himself, Cheng Qingyan patted Fugui's head and got up to leave.

Fugui stared wide-eyed at the departing figure, thinking to himself, "You didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

Although it seemed unlikely, Cheng Qingyan still took a peek into the kitchen with a skeptical attitude.

There was no smoke coming from the kitchen. Cheng Qingyan walked over slowly and was surprised to find that Ye Lingyu was actually in the kitchen at this time.

She was facing away from the door, washing something.

The moment Cheng Qingyan found the person, her heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled down.

Ye Lingyu was washing things carefully, and Cheng Qingyan walked over with light steps, so she didn't know that Cheng Qingyan had already arrived at the kitchen door.

As Cheng Qingyan stepped through the door, he deliberately made his footsteps heavy, afraid that he might startle Ye Lingyu if he made a sudden sound.

Sure enough, the moment she took a heavy step, Ye Lingyu turned around in response.

"Ayan, what brings you here?"

"Brother just left, and I couldn't find you anywhere. What are you doing? Are you cooking so early?"

Cheng Qingyan craned her neck to peek into the basin, wanting to see what Ye Lingyu was washing so diligently that Ye Lingyu hadn't even noticed her while she was standing at the door.

There were several large hairy crabs in the basin, and two more that hadn't been cleaned were struggling in vain, trying to find a way out.

There are three more that have been cleaned and placed in a basket, sitting quietly like rotten crabs.

Ye Lingyu carefully pressed down on the crab and scrubbed it meticulously: "Prepare in advance, and we can cook it directly in a moment."

The kitchen had been baking in the sun all day, and it was now a bit stuffy.

Cheng Qingyan fanned Ye Lingyu from behind with his fan: "Wife, shall I help you with this? Is there anything else we need to prepare in advance?"

The swishing sound of a brush scrubbing through the crab's body echoed in the kitchen. Ye Lingyu thought for a moment and asked, "Ayan, is there anything else you'd like to eat? Tell me."

"Make a cucumber salad, and then cook a plate of eggplant. This time, add soy sauce and minced garlic to the eggplant, and that should be about right."

For the two of them at home, this and those few hairy crabs are enough for lunch.

Whether it's hot or not, try not to eat leftovers.

Cucumbers and eggplants don't need to be prepared in advance.

However, if you need to use garlic, you can peel it in advance.