At Zhou's house, the lights were turned on early in the morning, and the sound of hustle and bustle could be heard from inside.

Song Wanqing quickly washed and changed her clothes in her pajamas, then went downstairs. Zhou Xingwen, who was yawning non-stop, followed her. She almost slipped and fell down the stairs because she wasn't paying attention.

"Watch the road, you bumped into me." Song Wanqing couldn't help rolling her eyes, rubbed her hurt shoulder, and yelled in a low voice.

It’s okay. Why do you have to be so big?

Zhou Xingwen rubbed Song Wanqing's shoulders as if asking for help, but he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't Zhou Rang and his opponent supposed to arrive at ten in the morning? What are we doing getting up at five? Isn't it too early?"

He had been reading work documents until very late last night and was very sleepy now.

"What do you know? This is the first time that Xiao Rang's girlfriend comes to our house, so of course I have to cook her a delicious meal. Just making the soup takes several hours, so how can I not get up early?"

Song Wanqing quickened her pace and went downstairs. She first turned on all the lights on the first floor, then went to the room at the corner of the stairs to wake up the nanny Fang Jie, then walked into the kitchen, put on her apron, and turned around to put it on Zhou Xingwen.

"Help me wash and peel the onions, ginger and garlic, and then cut them into pieces. Then you can go to sleep." Song Wanqing glanced at Zhou Xingwen's eyelids that were about to close without any anger. She had already told him to free up these two days.

He was upset. He worked overtime until so late last night. If he fell asleep when he met the girl later, he would see how she would deal with him.

"Yes." Zhou Xingwen closed his eyes tightly, adjusted his apron, and began to take out the onions and rinse them under the faucet.

At this time, Sister Fang hurriedly got up and walked into the kitchen. Seeing Zhou Xingwen coming here, she quickly snatched the dish from his hand and pushed him out, saying, "Sir, you go and have a rest. My wife and I will stay here."

Hearing this, Song Wanqing made an unhappy "tsk" sound, grabbed Zhou Xingwen's arm, frowned and said, "Sister Fang, you may not know since you just came to our house, but we have always divided the work and cooperated with each other. The kitchen is a place that both he and I must enter."

"And today his son is bringing his future daughter-in-law home, so why is he leaving me alone to cook while he goes to rest?"

Sister Fang came to work at the Zhou family through someone's introduction some time ago. When she heard what Song Wanqing said, she waved her hands quickly: "Oh, I have never heard of a man going into the kitchen to cook. This is not right."

When she said the last sentence, Sister Fang deliberately lowered her voice.

Song Wanqing was too lazy to explain to her. She turned around and started to clean up the food in her hands. In her heart, she began to think about changing someone. She couldn't keep this Sister Fang. If she stayed in her house for a long time, they would have different ideas and would be mad at her to death.

Zhou Xingwen ignored Sister Fang and squeezed next to Song Wanqing, splashed water from the tap on her hands, and said jokingly, "Is our tigress angry?"

"Who are you calling a tigress?" Song Wanqing glared at Zhou Xingwen.

"I, I, it's me." Zhou Xingwen smiled and picked up another bunch of green onions. He stood beside Song Wanqing and told a joke from time to time. Only after he made her laugh did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Sister Fang was watching in amazement. She knew in her heart that she had said the wrong thing just now. She wanted to explain and apologize, but she couldn't get a word in. She just stood there silently, scraping the ginger.

Not long after, a baby's cry was heard from upstairs, so heartbreaking that even the kitchen on the first floor could hear it clearly.

"Is Xiaorui awake? I don't know if Sihan can take care of him alone." Song Wanqing listened to the incessant crying and turned worriedly to look towards the stairwell.

Zhou Xingwen didn't even raise his head, he was concentrating on quickly cleaning the green onions in his hands, saying: "The child is crying, it's just eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, what can't be dealt with."

Song Wanqing silently averted her gaze, curled her lips and said, "Oh, you are quite understating it."

"Then what can I do? He is not my son." Zhou Xingwen snorted coldly. He was furious when he thought about his son who had not returned home for several days. He didn't care about him, so why should he, as a grandfather, care about him?

"If you don't care, then why did you bring him here in the first place? It was your son who did it. I don't understand why one by one you keep giving me so much worry." Song Wanqing broke the cabbage in her hand as if to vent her anger.

Sister Fang listened to the gossip with fear and trepidation, not daring to raise her head. She quietly shrank into a corner and did her own thing.

I don’t know how long it took, but the crying upstairs finally died down.

*

The car passed through a birch forest. Su Nanqi leaned over the passenger window to look at the scenery on both sides. He noticed that the buildings on both sides were small villas, and his surprise grew stronger and stronger.

It was not until the car began to slow down and stopped next to a guard room that Su Nan turned his gaze and looked towards the driver's seat.

I saw a young soldier in a red uniform bending down to look inside. Seeing nothing unusual, he stood up, saluted, and said in full voice, "Good morning, young master Zhou. Let me pass."

"Thanks, Xiaotian." Zhou Rang bowed, started the car and drove forward.

Young Master Zhou...

Isn't this too much of a ceremonial? And Su Nan noticed that the man just now had a real weapon on his waist.

"Zhou Rang, who are you?" Su Nan always thought that Zhou Rang was a rich kid like Chang Yelin, but today her previous perception was somewhat refreshed?

Zhou Rang not only had a little money, but also seemed to have some power in his family.

"What's the story?" Zhou Rang was amused by Su Nan's words. He took the time to turn his head and look at her with a smile on his face.

Su Nan looked at the increasingly exquisite small buildings and villas ahead, her heart beating fast, she couldn't help but tighten the bag on her lap, and even stuttered in panic: "It's you, your father, mother, and family. What do they do?"

"Didn't I say that?" Zhou Rang concentrated on driving, frowning in confusion.

"Of course I didn't." Su Nan glared at him angrily, her cheeks puffed up.

"My father works in the government, my mother is a doctor, and I..."

At this point, Zhou Rang seemed to want to say something, but abruptly stopped, then turned his head and smiled to change the subject: "There are too many other people, and some of them are not important, so I won't tell you. Anyway, you will know when you meet them later."

"What you said is the same as if you didn't say anything." Su Nan muttered softly, thinking that he should just wait and see what happens, as Zhou Rang was not reliable at all.

Fortunately, he had said before that his parents were very kind and good-tempered and would not make things difficult for her, which made her feel relieved.

While driving, Zhou Rang kept feeling that there was something he hadn't told Su Nan, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

But he didn't expect that this thing he didn't tell her would cause Su Nan to go crazy at Zhou's house.