Zhou Fei said smugly, "Of course he belongs to me. Even if he didn't before, he will definitely belong to me in the future."

Your marriage to him was nothing more than a political one, while he and I were childhood sweethearts. You don't still fantasize that he'll like you, do you?

Stop dreaming. I've known him for so many years, and I've never seen him give any other woman a second glance.

But I'm different. My dad is a military commander; if he had any sense at all, he should know how to choose.

She laid everything out with Lin Han to prevent the woman from being blind to the situation and still thinking she could rise to a higher social status.

"Is that so? You should say these things to Huo Qizheng in front of him after he wakes up."

After saying that, Lin Han ignored Zhou Fei and went to the kitchen to help Qin Shuman.

"Hey Hanhan, hurry up and get out of here. There's so much smoke in here, don't let it ruin your delicate skin."

"It's alright, Aunt Qin. I have a skincare secret. I'll show it to you after dinner."

Qin Shuman likes to spend time with Lin Han, so since she's offering to help, let her stay here.

As Qin Shuman cooked the last dish, she used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and stuff it into Lin Han's mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Lin Han nodded in praise.

"Mmm, delicious. I've never eaten such tender and juicy braised pork before. Oh no, if I eat Aunt Qin's cooking every day, I'm going to grow into a little fatso."

Qin Shuman was amused and laughed heartily.

"It's good to be a little chubby. You're too thin right now, which makes your body's resistance weak. You need to eat more."

"If I could fatten you up a bit, I'd feel so accomplished."

Lin Han stood obediently to the side, helping to get the plates.

“Aunt Qin, although I don’t remember what my mother looks like, I always feel that you are very kind and like my mother.”

Lin Han was speaking from the heart. She had thought many times about what her mother would be like.

After meeting Qin Shuman, the fantasies about her mother gradually became more concrete in her mind.

Qin Shuman felt a lump in her throat. "Good child, then just think of me as your mother. I really like you. I wish I could have a daughter like you."

She felt that God had taken pity on her; after losing her son for over twenty years, He had sent her a lovely daughter.

"Okay, the last dish is ready. We can start eating when your uncle comes back."

Just as he finished speaking, Gu Huaiming walked in from outside.

"Xiaolin is back already? Come on, wash your hands and eat."

The family of four sat at the dining table, and everyone except Zhou Fei had a smile on their face.

Qin Shuman kept putting food on Lin Han's plate.

"Hanhan, eat more and try my braised yellow croaker with scallions."

Lin Han has always had a good appetite since she was a child. When she was in the orphanage, she would not get enough to eat if she ate slowly. Although she has earned a lot of money and raised herself well since she grew up, and there is no such thing as not having enough to eat, she still has a great respect for food.

Previously, when we ate at Fangfang's house, Fangfang's parents always seemed happy to see her eating.

No elder doesn't want their children to eat well.

Similarly, Qin Shuman and Gu Huaiming also liked this about Lin Han.

She doesn't pick and choose her food, savoring it slowly and carefully, which gives the cook a great sense of satisfaction.

Qin Shuman smiled like a loving mother, "I really adore Hanhan, I like her no matter how I look at her."

Gu Huaiming also agreed, saying that Huo Qizheng was not only multi-talented and played the piano well, but also brave and resourceful in helping the National Security Bureau catch enemy agents. He was also very loyal and specially came from Shanghai to take care of Huo Qizheng, who was seriously ill. There was really no fault in him.

Seeing her eating so earnestly, he found himself unknowingly eating half a bowl more rice than usual.