Chapter 133 Chapter 133

Han Jilan was packing the large abalone from Jeju Island that had just arrived when she received the news from her daughter. Although her son and daughter were busy and away from home, they still sent home a lot of food, clothing, and daily necessities.

My husband and his friends had made plans to go fishing in the countryside, and Jiahu had gone along too. For a while, the house was deserted. Since moving out to live on her own, Quan Damei hadn't been home as often as Quan Zhilong. When she did come back, it was always on a whim.

One second she was on the phone, the next she was at the door. Han Jilan didn't pay much attention at first, but after a closer look, she saw her daughter's text message saying she was bringing Lia home for dinner. Lia?

She carefully read the text message again, then immediately opened the refrigerator and searched through it, eager to put everything, whether expensive or rare, on the table in the next second. Since Kwon Ji-yong debuted, there have been at least a thousand scandals.

Every time she asked, he said it was fake. Over time, Han Ji-ran could only secretly ask Quan Dami for information. It wasn't until recently that she learned from the news that her son seemed to be dating a girl from the same company.

She searched online in her spare time and found that Lia was good-looking and a student at Seoul National University. The more she looked at her, the more satisfied she became.

As she was thinking, a large table of sea cucumbers and abalone had already been piled up. When Quan Dami arrived home, she was also shocked by Han Jilan's display of food - a few days ago, she and Quan Zhilong had eaten soybean paste soup at home!

Quan Damei walked to the dining table in her slippers, couldn't help but "tsk tsk" twice, and then shouted to the kitchen: "Ou Ma, Lia is here——" Han Jilan was busy with the last dish of clear sea cucumber soup.

Hearing the voice, she quickly wiped her hands and came forward with a happy face. Lia poked her head out from behind Quan Dami, holding a bouquet of flowers from a roadside flower shop, and politely called out, "Hello, Auntie Han."

Han Jilan took the flowers with surprise, and while sighing "Oh, oh, oh", she secretly looked Lia up and down - her facial features were relaxed, her temperament was calm, and even her simple clothes were particularly outstanding, as if she had walked out of the screen.

The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. With a smile, she pulled him over to the table. Seeing her mother seemingly uncaring, Kwon Dal-mi slipped into the living room to check her phone. But she saw nothing—Kwon Ji-yong hadn't replied.

Even though she knew he had a busy schedule, Kwon Dal-mi couldn't help but feel anxious. She'd finally managed to lure Lia home, but if the real person didn't show up, wouldn't that be all in vain? She turned her back and quietly dialed the number. Luckily, the call went through. It was her agent.

Kwon Dal-mi got straight to the point, but was told that Kwon Ji-yong was busy filming a concert promotional video and wouldn't be able to check the news for a while. "Promotional video?" She spun around anxiously. "Can you find a break so he can check the news?"

The agent was also in a dilemma. The filming schedule was very tight, and he hadn't even had a sip of water since morning.

Kwon Dami struggled desperately, her tone pleading: "It's really very, very important. When he stops, I will give him the phone." Unable to resist her request, the agent reluctantly agreed.

After committing this shameful act, Kwon Dal-mi calmly joined Han Ki-ran's hospitality. * The clock in the living room ticked, and the night gradually darkened. By the time Kwon Ji-ryong saw the message and rushed home, Kwon Dal-mi had run out of ideas.

She forced herself to eat two bowls of rice by herself, and then dragged on for two hours before letting Lia leave the table. After the meal, she said she wanted to show Lia around the house, and took out the family album and flipped through it together again and again.

It wasn't until Han Jilan felt something was wrong that she finally gave up struggling. "Auntie Han, it's getting late, I should go." Seeing that it was getting late, Lia helped Han Jilan pack up the photo album and prepared to get up and say goodbye.

Han Jilan was reluctant to leave: "Oh, why are you leaving so soon? You must come often in the future. Auntie's cooking skills are not worse than those in restaurants outside." Lia smiled and nodded: "Okay, I will make an appointment with you in advance next time."

Han Jilan's eyes were full of love, and she hurried to the refrigerator to pack the abalone: ​​"You are very thin, I don't know when next time will be, auntie will bring you more." Lia had to wave her hands repeatedly and said that she didn't cook usually, and then she persuaded her.

When she was about to change her shoes at the entrance, Han Jilan secretly stuffed a square piece of paper in her hand: "Auntie will give you this." Lia took it subconsciously and took a closer look - it was a full moon photo of Quan Zhilong.

She was a little flustered for a moment, stammering and trying to push it back: "Auntie Han, you should keep this one, right? Isn't there only one?"

Han Jilan waved her hand: "I'll keep the film. I saw you liked it very much just now. If you don't take the abalone, you should take this away, right?" Lia couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

In the photo, the child was wearing a red top scholar hat, his bright black eyes curved into two crescents, and he was smiling at the camera. She really couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but she didn't expect Han Jilan to notice it.

So it was difficult to refuse, so she put the photo away and said goodbye to Han Jilan respectfully. "Mom, I'll go downstairs to see you off—" Seeing that Lia had packed up, Quan Dami stepped aside to help open the door. The next second, her voice stopped.

Lia turned around and met those amber eyes. Kwon Ji-yong and Kwon Dal-mi actually looked very similar, especially those eyes. But she was afraid it would be difficult to confuse them -

Only when he looked at her did those eyes surge with unspeakable emotions, deep, complex, and unbearable to look directly at. Her face suddenly flushed with heat. What could be more embarrassing than secretly going to your ex-boyfriend's house for dinner after a breakup?

——She was holding his full moon photo in her hand, and he caught her red-handed. They were both surprised and embarrassed, staring at each other in silence for a moment. Kwon Dami pretended to be surprised: "Didn't you say we were filming today? Why are you back so suddenly?"

Quan Zhilong glanced at Quan Dami's poor acting skills and couldn't help but feel amused. He thought of an excuse and said, "I left something at home a few days ago and came back to pick it up on the way."

Han Jilan thought it was just a coincidence and said with a smile: "That's just right, you can see Lia off." Quan Damei, who was about to speak, couldn't help but look at her mother respectfully when she heard this——

To be able to provide such an accurate assist despite having negative information is truly worthy of being Ms. Han Jilan! "Okay." "No need—" The words fell at the same time. Lia realized that what she said was inappropriate and quickly stopped talking.

Quan Zhilong seemed to have not heard anything, his expression calm, and he stretched out a hand to her: "Let's go?" Lia was stunned, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

The next second, he held her hand without any objection, folded his fingertips together, and stretched out his other hand to Kwon Dami: "By the way, Noona, give me the car keys." It was so natural as if they were still a couple.

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