The gifts that Zhu Qianying gave to the elders were very well received by them.
Grandma Yan kept pulling on Zhu Qianying's hand, saying that she was getting prettier as she grew up, which made Zhu Qianying quite embarrassed, because she was no longer in the category of gradually growing up, but was beginning to enter another stage from maturity.
"Grandma, I'm twenty-five years old!"
Zhu Qianying felt it necessary to remind the old woman, thinking that she had probably mistaken her for someone else or misremembered her age.
"Of course I know. You are eight years younger than Xiaohan. You were only twenty when you got married. You were still a young girl. It was Xiaohan, an old cow eating young grass."
The old lady's comment about an old cow eating young grass made everyone laugh. Little Zizai, the most innocent of all, saw everyone laughing so happily, so he grabbed Zhu Qianying's arm and shook it, asking with a naive look.
"Mommy, what does 'an old cow eating young grass' mean?"
Zhu Qianying glanced at Yan Han and passed the buck to him, saying, "Go ask your daddy!"
The little guy then turned to look at Yan Han, his eyes sparkling, clearly a curious child with a strong thirst for knowledge.
"Daddy, why did Great-Grandma say you're an old cow eating young grass?"
Young Master Yan has always been thick-skinned, and he doesn't care at all in front of his own family. He reached out and hugged his son, pinched his cheek, and explained.
"It means Daddy is too old and your Mommy is still very young, so Daddy is not good enough for your Mommy!" Such slanderous remarks were probably the first time Young Master Yan had ever made such remarks in his thirty-odd years.
But the little guy looked at him seriously for a few moments, then at Zhu Qianying, and then nodded heavily.
"Yes, I also think Mommy is young and beautiful. You really are not good enough for her!"
The whole room burst into laughter.
With the adorable little rascal Zizai around, Zhu Qianying's time at the Yan family home wasn't too difficult or awkward. In addition, the old man of the Yan family was becoming more and more approachable, at least to Zhu Qianying, his "granddaughter-in-law."
Therefore, during the half-day that Zhu Qianying returned to Lao Yan's house, nothing embarrassing or difficult for her to deal with occurred.
It wasn't until evening, when everyone was going back to their rooms to rest, that she, as Yan Han's wife, naturally ended up staying in Yan Shao's original room, as seen by the Yan family. It was then that she truly felt awkward.
"Young Master Yan..."
As soon as she entered the room, Zhu Qianying felt it necessary to make a three-point agreement with Yan Han. She even spoke before she could take a good look at the layout and furnishings of the room.
"Um?"
Yan Shao was walking ahead, his tall figure blocking most of her view. Hearing her call, he turned around and looked down at her.
Zhu Qianying then realized that she didn't know how big the bed in the bedroom was, or if it was a bunk bed. If that were the case, wouldn't she have saved herself a lot of trouble?
The reason why Zhu Qianying had such an absurd idea was because Grandma Yan had told her that this room was the room where Young Master Yan had lived since he was a child, so a bunk bed structure was not impossible.
She peeked in, her gaze sweeping past Yan Shao into the room, but what she saw disappointed her.
Although this room is less than a tenth the size of Yan Shao's bedroom in L City, the bed is a standard 1.5-meter double bed.
If the bed were a king-sized custom-made double bed, it wouldn't be too dangerous for her and him to sleep on the same bed. After all, if each person sleeps on one side, the distance between them would still be quite far. But with this standard 1.5-meter double bed, even if each person lies on one side, they could still roll over and fall on each other, which is too unsafe!
Zhu Qianying's gaze quickly swept over the large bed, searching for the shadow of the sofa, only to discover that, tragically, the sofa was a mahogany sofa.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at her furtive appearance, Yan Shao could roughly guess what she was thinking, but he pretended to be oblivious.
"..."
Zhu Qianying remained silent, walked around him, and sat down on the mahogany sofa.
She tried to imagine whether she would feel sore all over from sleeping on this hard sofa tonight.
"Go take a shower first, I'll sit for a while..."
Zhu Qianying tried to get Yan Han out of her sight; she needed to calmly think of a solution.
Normally, if it weren't for what happened on New Year's Eve, Zhu Qianying wouldn't be so concerned and uneasy.
But the memory of that night, whether she attributed her behavior to drunkenness or indiscretion, served as a wake-up call for her.
Everything that happened that night starkly revealed a truth to her: in front of Yan Han, she was not as resolute as she thought.
Yan Shao first dragged their luggage to the wardrobe, then turned around and walked up to her, looking her up and down intently.
Zhu Qianying turned her gaze to the window. Through the half-open curtains, she could clearly see several flying insects frantically flapping their wings and swooping towards the light bulbs under the dim streetlights. Even though she couldn't hear them, Zhu Qianying could clearly hear the mournful "thump thump thump" sounds of the insects hitting the light bulb covers.
Yan Shao stared at her for a while, then his gaze followed her to the window.
Seeing her focused expression, he simply raised his hand and gently patted her head without saying anything. He then turned around, grabbed his clothes, and went into the bathroom.
Zhu Qianying breathed a slight sigh of relief when she heard the bathroom door slam shut.
Her intuition told her that Young Master Yan had noticed something.
She thought he would shamelessly say something to flirt with her again. Or perhaps he would say nothing at all, disregard her wishes, and simply act willfully, exercising his rights as her legal husband.
But he did nothing and said nothing, which left Zhu Qianying at a loss.
After that New Year's Eve, his intentions towards her were no longer concealed.
Before New Year's Eve, he still knew how to restrain himself in front of others.
But that night, her drunken and out-of-control behavior sent too many wrong signals, probably causing him to misunderstand something and thus develop many unnecessary expectations.
So in the past few days, he has been so direct in both his words and actions that it has made her uneasy.
As soon as the bathroom door opened, Zhu Qianying called out to him.
"Young Master Yan..."
In the ten or twenty minutes he was showering, she had thought it all through. She could no longer run away from this matter, nor could she pretend to be stupid or bury her head in the sand.
Yan Shao was wearing a gray velvet bathrobe, one hand on the doorknob and the other covering the towel on his head. Water dripped from the ends of his hair onto the bathrobe, creating a dark blotch on the gray velvet.
Hearing her call, Young Master Yan looked up and asked, "Hmm?"
His eyes were calm and reserved, completely devoid of the usual playful and cynical air.
“I want to talk to you!” Zhu Qianying said.
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