Although no one has lived there for a long time, it is quite clean when the white cloth covering it is lifted. However, the furniture inside is rather elegant and old, with no particular style. It looks very old, but very complete.

"Is there anyone cleaning here?" Rong Zhan walked in, looked around, turned around and asked.

"I have a very special feeling for this place. When Su Huai said he wanted to sell this house and my mother's shop, I argued with him for a long time, but I finally managed to keep this house. This is where all my childhood memories are, and it is the only place where I have memories of my mother. Two years ago, I asked two aunts from the neighborhood to clean this house once a month, and I paid them according to the cleaning."

"Go get the things in the car, including the blanket. You're all wet. Why don't you wash up first? Otherwise you'll catch a cold. I'll go tidy up the room first."

Su Yang put away his umbrella, stood at the door, and showed him the way: "The wooden door on your right is the toilet, and the door in front is the bathroom. The lights and water heater are all in good condition."

"Well, okay." Rong Zhan was silent for a while, nodded, picked up the umbrella on the ground, walked out of the yard, and went to the car to get something.

It seems too late to ask someone to clean up now.

Then you can only rely on yourself.

After Rong Zhan moved the boxes and blankets into the house, he went to Su Yang's room. Seeing Su Yang taking out the sealed quilt to make the bed, he asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, just spread it here. We're only staying for one night anyway. As for covering ourselves, we can just use the blanket we brought and put another blanket on top." Su Yang spread the quilt on the bed: "Why don't you... go wash it first?"

"Let me do it, you go wash first."

"Let me do it, you go wash it." Su Yang thought for a while, thinking about how he had been brought up in luxury and well-being, she doubted that he would not be able to do this kind of work.

Rong Zhan: “…”

He was questioned by his wife.

She had to prove herself, but before she could even open her mouth, Su Yang pushed her out of the room impatiently: "Go wash up quickly, don't get in the way, I'll give you fifteen minutes to finish everything."

After Rong Zhan went to wash up, Su Yang quickly made the bed. After coming down from upstairs, she wiped the table and chairs with a rag, swept the floor briefly, and then found a set of clothes from the box.

After resting for about five minutes, Rong Zhan walked out of the bathroom refreshed in black and white striped silk pajamas, with a refreshing scent of bath water.

"Are you done washing?" Su Yang stood up, took his clothes and his facial cleanser and went straight to the bathroom.

While waiting for Su Yang to come out, Rong Zhan was worrying about what to eat in the evening, his brows furrowed as he discovered that there was no takeout to order here.

Just when he was at a loss, the iron gate in the yard was suddenly pushed open, and a beam of flashlight refracted into the main hall through the window of the wooden door.

Rong Zhan looked up in surprise, and a middle-aged voice came from the garden: "Who's in there? Yangyang, are you back?"

Rong Zhan stood up and walked to the door, and found a middle-aged woman in flowery clothes standing in the yard, holding a large flashlight in one hand, a flowery umbrella in the other, and wearing black rain boots on her feet.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The middle-aged woman saw Rong Zhan, a strange face, in the door and immediately became alert. She tiptoed to look inside.

"Yangyang's husband?" The middle-aged woman walked to the corridor, put away her umbrella, shone the flashlight on him, looked him up and down, waved the umbrella, and asked angrily: "Who are you trying to fool? When did Yangyang get married? Who are you? Why are you dressed like this in this room at night?"

Rong Zhan was splashed with water by her umbrella. He quickly wiped the water droplets off his body and put his hands in front of his chest, fearing that he would not be able to fight back if her umbrella hit him.

I can only remain speechless and helpless.

Her wedding with Su Yang was known to everyone and caused a big uproar throughout the entire Beidu. Didn’t it spread to Cangwu City?

It shouldn't be like that.

They have been on the hot search list several times.

But looking at his clothes, they are very simple, with mud on his pants, as if he had just been to the fields. He does not look like someone who would pay attention to trending searches and reports.

"Aunt Cao?"

When Su Yang came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Rong Zhan leaning against the door, and heard a very familiar voice. He walked over and saw the middle-aged woman, and shouted in surprise.

The middle-aged woman heard this and looked over. The alertness on her face immediately disappeared. "Oh, Yangyang, it's really you. I was thinking about it today. Today is your mother's death anniversary. You should be back, but the weather is bad today and it's raining heavily. I thought you wouldn't come back."

"How could she not come back? She doesn't come back very often anyway. If she doesn't come back on this special day, I, as a daughter, would be quite remiss." Su Yang smiled, put down the towel in her hand, and welcomed her in: "Aunt Cao, please come in and sit down."

Aunt Cao walked in happily and looked Su Yang up and down: "Oh, your mother must know how filial you are. I haven't seen you for so long. Why do you look thinner than last time? Did you not eat well?"

"No way, Aunt Cao, I've gained more than two kilograms recently." Su Yang sat beside her: "Aunt Cao, could it be that you just came back from the fields?"

"Well, wasn't there a heavy rainstorm today? I was afraid that the water in the river would rise and drown the vegetables, so I went to take a look. When I came back, I found that the lights in your house were on, so I hurried over to take a look. As a result, I saw this young man, and he said he was your husband."

Rong Zhan met Aunt Cao's gaze, nodded indifferently, and then looked at Su Yang with an expression of 'You see, she doesn't believe that I'm your husband', with a helpless look in his eyes.

"Aunt Cao, I'm really sorry. I should have told you about this, but it happened so suddenly... He is indeed my husband. We got married in May this year. His name is Rong Zhan." Su Yang stood up and took the initiative to introduce: "Rong Zhan, this is Aunt Cao who lives next door to me. When I was a child, my mother and I lived here, and she helped a lot."

Rong Zhan nodded at her again.

"You're married? Is it your heartless father's doing?"

"It's a long story, but... he died some time ago."

"Su Huai is dead?" Aunt Cao was shocked for a long time before she came to her senses. She sighed indignantly, "It would be better if this kind of scumbag died."

(End of this chapter)