It was more than half an hour later when I received Yan Shao's call.
“Ying’er, I’ve already asked Uncle Hai to arrange for someone to take Xingxing to get his shot. Zizai and the others’ flight was delayed and they probably won’t arrive until after 1 p.m. You and Mom can have lunch at the Tong family’s place. I’ll come over later to pick you up so we can go pick up Zizai together.”
Having not seen her son for a while, Zhu Qianying naturally wanted to see him as soon as possible. However, after the harrowing experience just now, Zhu Qianying didn't want to go pick up Zizai.
Those people were clearly after her and her mother. If she went to pick up Zizai with Yan Shao, it would be like bringing danger to Zizai and the two elderly people.
Thinking back on the close call, Zhu Qianying still felt lingering fear, and that kind of luck was not something that could happen all the time.
"Young Master Yan, my mom and I won't pick up Zizai. You can take him directly back to the Yan family home. Later, Brother Chen can take us there."
Yan Shao on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, probably guessing her concerns and worries. "Alright then, I'll go pick up Zizai. Brother Chen will take you home first."
Later, Brother Chen drove Zhu Qianying and her daughter away. It was clear that Brother Chen was very experienced with such unexpected events and was therefore very careful.
After driving away from Tongjia Village, he sped into a small alley just as he had come. Although it took him more than an hour longer than usual to reach Yanjia Village, the journey was smooth and he did not find any suspicious vehicles or anything else.
Worried that her beloved grandson might go hungry on the plane, Chen Jing greeted Uncle Hai after arriving at the Yan family's house and then went into the kitchen to prepare some dishes and snacks.
Zhu Qianying sat on the sofa browsing the web, but this time she wasn't searching for stories about the Zhu family; instead, she was browsing an online shopping website.
Over the years, Zhu Qianying's life has undergone many changes, but her method of using online shopping sites to distract herself and relieve stress has never changed.
Of course, her purchasing power is much greater now than it was five years ago.
However, there are far fewer treasures that can capture her heart now than before.
Even if she is unwilling to admit it, in fact, after several years of trials and tribulations, her state of mind has undergone earth-shattering changes.
Those impulses born from tiny desires, those happiness born from small surprises, have gradually drifted away from her.
She knew that, in other people's eyes, this was called growing up.
But she interpreted it as numbness!
It's hard to say whether this psychological change resulting from self-adjustment in order to survive is good or bad. Although Zhu Qianying felt helpless, she knew she couldn't change it, so she could only accept it calmly.
"Ying'er, some new flowers and plants have been planted in the west garden. You can go and take a look."
Seeing her sitting there listlessly, Uncle Hai kindly reminded her.
But Zhu Qianying stayed there, unwilling to move. It wasn't that she wasn't curious, but rather that she didn't want to pry too much into the mansion that had once briefly belonged to her.
Unlike the small items on online shopping sites, she tossed these things into her shopping cart, thinking that one day she might be able to afford them.
But here, she will never have the ability to possess it.
Since we know we can't have it, why bother trying to understand its beauty and only adding to our sadness and helplessness?
This is also an insight she gained from growing up.
"Uncle Hai, let's do it another day, I'm tired!"
Uncle Hai believed her when she first said that.
But now, Uncle Hai understands that her "another day" is actually a distant prospect.
It's not hard to see that she's completely different since she came back this time.
Previously, she was very curious about every corner of the Yan family home and the flowers and plants in the garden, which was probably related to her profession.
But after returning this time, unless it was something related to the young master, she seemed indifferent to everything. If he remembered correctly, she hadn't even stepped into her and the young master's bedroom again.
"Ying'er, do you remember when you gave the master and young master two pots of lucky grass?"
To confirm his guess, Uncle Hai decided to test it one more time.
Zhu Qianying looked up and smiled apologetically at him, "Really? I don't remember!"
Her words not only saddened Uncle Hai, but also caused Yan Shao, who had just stepped into the living room, to feel internally hurt.
Whether her words were true or false, they were a blow to Young Master Yan.
Over the past few years, he has taken great care of that potted plant as if it were a treasure. No one in the Yan family, including Yan Bo and his wife, dares to touch it carelessly.
He treasured it so much because it was the only gift Zhu Qianying had ever given him.
But the person who gave him the gift, who had cherished and protected it so carefully, had already forgotten about it!
And he, who treated a pot of worthless weeds that cost ten or eight yuan as a treasure, seemed like a fool.
Actually, he didn't mind being a fool; he just felt sad.
His bedroom remains exactly as it was when she was there, and the half of the walk-in closet that belonged to her is still filled with her belongings, just as it was five years ago.
These things, which he considered more important than anything else, were utterly insignificant to her at this moment. Therefore, she could easily shrug and say, "I don't remember!"
"Mommy, Mommy..."
A clear child's voice rang out amidst the chaotic footsteps, abruptly pulling Yan Shao out of his inexplicably melancholic mood.
The woman in the living room, who had just been calm and collected, immediately showed uncontrollable joy upon hearing the shouts. She stood up abruptly and opened her arms to embrace the little guy who was rushing towards her.
Looking at the little guy being held tightly in Zhu Qianying's arms, Yan Shao couldn't help but feel jealous of his son.
The mother and son in front of them seemed to think that Yan Shao was not hurt enough. They not only hugged each other tightly, but also kept kissing each other's faces. After finally finishing kissing, they rubbed their faces together in a lovey-dovey way, which was quite an eyesore.
"Mommy, I miss you so much!"
The little guy finally finished kissing and rubbing against her, then buried his head in Zhu Qianying's arms, whispering sweet nothings in his soft voice.
“Yes, Mommy misses Zizai very much too!” Zhu Qianying replied generously, making Yan so jealous that he gritted his teeth.
Why isn't it the honest and lovely Zhu Qianying in front of me when I'm facing him?
"Really... How much do you want to?" the little guy asked, tilting his head back and smiling.
Zhu Qianying opened her mouth and bit his chubby cheek, "Ouch, I just wanted to eat you up!"
The little one giggled and snuggled into her arms. A moment later, he lifted his head and bit her chin. "Hehe, Zizai also wants to eat Mommy up... like the big bad wolf eats the little white rabbit..."
Yan Shao was speechless. Shouldn't he have said that to Zhu Qianying? How dare this brat steal his lines?
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