"Auntie, no need. The shop provides me with a car, but I just happened to be riding in Young Master Yan's car today."
In the past, she could accept the kindness of the elderly without any qualms because she knew that in the future, she would become their daughter-in-law, to be filial to them and take care of them.
But now, she is nothing to them, so why should she accept the old man's kindness?
Yan Han never expected that after all the trouble he went through to bring the person home, his mother would not only bring him food and soup, but also arrange for a driver to take him away.
When Zhu Qianying was still there, Yan Han didn't have a chance to lash out. But once she got into the car and the three of them returned to the house, Yan Han couldn't help but complain when he saw Zizai running off to play.
"Mom, I was counting on you to keep her here, but instead you arranged for a driver to take her away."
Madam Yan sighed, "Then what do you want me to do? Put on a wicked mother-in-law face and scare her away?"
Yan Han was rendered speechless!
To cure an illness, one must treat the symptoms; to defeat a person, one must defeat their mind.
If Zhu Qianying is his illness, he has yet to find the right cure.
As for winning someone's heart, he hasn't even figured out where her heart is open yet, so how can he win her heart?
How can one blame his mother, who is merely an observer, when even he, the person directly involved, is helpless in the face of such a situation?
"Son, what are you talking about, Mommy?"
Yan Han was quite tired. He hadn't rested since he rushed back from the United States, but he had a feeling that Zhu Qianying and his son had made some kind of negotiation without his knowledge, or that Zhu Qianying had made some promise to his son.
Zizai was lying on the carpet putting together a large animal jigsaw puzzle. Just a moment ago, when his mother was here, he was jumping around and full of energy. Now he suddenly became quiet. The change in style was too fast. To be honest, Yan Han was a little unaccustomed to it.
Before Zhu Qianying returned, he thought his son was just quiet and reserved. But after seeing how the little guy behaved in front of Zhu Qianying, he vaguely understood that the little guy had been very cautious during his time back.
Zizai looked up, his dark eyes meeting his, and after a very brief pause on his face, he shook his head. "We didn't talk about anything..."
Compared to his son who refused to communicate with him, Yan Han would rather the little guy do more mischief and tease him more. If that was the only way for him to communicate with his son, he wouldn't mind always being the one being teased.
The problem is, this little guy isn't always in the mood to tease him. For example, right now, the little guy has an expression that says, "I can't be bothered with you, so don't bother me."
"What are you trying to figure out? Daddy will figure it out with you!"
Although Yan Han was somewhat frustrated and tired, he still sat down cross-legged opposite his son, supporting himself on the carpet.
The little guy glanced at him again, seemingly indifferently, then lowered his head and continued to diligently work on his puzzle. Yan Han, taking his son's indifference as tacit approval, said, "Daddy is working on the top left corner, and you're working on the center, okay?"
The little guy didn't say anything, but pushed a small box of neatly categorized pictures in front of him.
Yan Han carefully went through the small pictures again, following the example, and then casually asked the little guy, "Is Zizai worried about Mommy?"
The little guy's hand, which was holding the picture, paused again, but as Yan Han had expected, it did not give him any response.
Yan Han has gradually gotten used to his son's reaction, which he initially found uncomfortable.
Of course, it's not that he can readily accept this result now, nor is it that he isn't upset. Rather, it's that he understands the reasons behind his son's reaction.
As the father, I was absent for the first few years of this little guy's life. To my son, I was just a stranger with the label "Daddy" on my head.
Therefore, it is normal for him to be hostile and defensive towards me, and for him to ignore me. As the one who owes me, I have no right to complain or whine.
"Mommy is just busy with work lately, so she has to stay at the shop. Once Mommy is done with work, Daddy will pick her up and bring her back. Don't worry, little one!"
Before going to the United States, he had promised his son that he would bring his mother back. Now, his mother has returned, but she has not gone home.
Yan Han naturally couldn't mention the reason he hadn't gone home to his son, who was not yet five years old. He was even ashamed to mention it to others.
But regardless of his own difficulties, in terms of the outcome and in some respects, he had not fulfilled his promise.
This time, Zizai finally responded with an "Oh..." Because the little guy responded very softly and in a very indifferent tone, Yan Han couldn't tell whether his response was perfunctory or genuinely believed him.
Yan Han breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Why is it so tiring to be around this mother and son?
Surprisingly, it takes even more effort and mental strain than negotiating a multi-billion dollar collaboration with someone!
As for Zhu Qianying, after being driven back to the store by the Yan family's driver, she took a walk around the store, learned about the day's sales from the manager, and then used her computer to log onto the company headquarters' internal webpage. Because she was the chief designer, she had the authority to view some sales data and related comparative information.
After finishing their work, it was almost dusk, and the staff on duty were having dinner in the store, eating takeout meals.
When the staff ordered takeout, they also ordered one for her. She didn't complain much and sat down to eat with the staff while holding the food container.
This group of people included the store manager. She was highly qualified, but in reality, she was the youngest among all the store employees.
Because she had been living in the US for the past five years, the shop assistants were not familiar with her as the lead designer. Now, when they chatted and heard her mention that she had a child who was almost five years old, they were all very surprised.
"So, is your son staying in Country M?"
Gossip is a characteristic of women.
"No, he went back to China too!" Zhu Qianying didn't feel the need to hide this.
Moreover, she had a premonition that she would probably settle down in L City again.
These colleagues in front of her are likely to be her long-term colleagues in the future, and they will find out sooner or later what they should and shouldn't know.
Rather than letting false rumors spread, it's better for her, the person involved, to tell the truth herself.
"Where is the child's father? Did he come back too?"
The shop assistant inquired about her privacy with great curiosity, but without any ill intent.
"No, the child's father lives in L city, and my son is living with his father now."
After Zhu Qianying finished speaking, the shop assistants felt embarrassed to ask any more questions.
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