Little did she know that the reason Yan Shao hadn't spoken up before was because he wasn't interested.
Now that he has this thought in mind, these words come naturally to him without him having to think about them carefully, because this is his true feeling.
No need for piling things up, and no need for any embellishment.
"I will raise my son and my mother together!"
Yan Shao said in a low voice, as if it were a promise, or a request.
Zhu Qianying finally pulled her hand away, gently rubbing her slightly sore skin, and muttered softly, "Who wants you to support them?!"
Yan Shao didn't say anything, only staring at her with his dark and piercing eyes, making her feel increasingly uncomfortable. She raised her hand and frantically fanned her burning face, then turned her head to look out the window.
She had no sensory impairment, and therefore could clearly feel that he was treating her better and better. However, in her view, this kindness was ultimately time-limited.
That night's drama constantly reminded her of his experience with Yi Wei. Who knew if his kindness towards her now was the same as his kindness towards Yi Wei—when he was good to her, he would be completely open and honest with her, giving her whatever she wanted; but when he was bad, he would treat her like dirt and not even give her a second glance.
Zhu Qianying didn't know if her thoughts were pessimistic or simply that she didn't want to have any expectations of him, so she habitually rejected his kindness.
Human suffering often stems from greed.
They crave more money and more love.
But because the gap between ideals and reality is too great, it only adds to the pain!
For the past five years, she has been raising her son and caring for her mother, doing the work she loves and living the life she wants. She is not extremely wealthy, but it is enough to meet the basic living needs of herself, her son, and her mother. That is enough for her; she does not need the Yan family's billions of assets to add to her wealth.
As for relationships, she has close girlfriends and best friends who understand and appreciate her, a boss who values her talent and is also a good friend, and a son and mother who love and care for her. She doesn't need that troublesome thing called love to cause her distress, heartache, and sadness.
"Yes, who needs you to raise him? Zizai grew up on Mommy's milk, it has nothing to do with you!"
The little guy still has a conscience. Just now he was acting like a wise old man, completely detached from the world, and kept claiming "I didn't see anything." But now that he saw his mother in an embarrassing situation, he very gentlemanly extended a helping hand.
Zhu Qianying wrapped her arms around Zizai, who had pounced on her back, patted his bottom, and looked at Young Master Yan with a sidelong smile.
"Look how ambitious my son is!" Now, with her son backing her up, she felt much more confident.
Yan Shao smiled but didn't argue anymore. He just reached out and patted the little guy's bottom, which was sticking out at him, and changed the subject.
He can give her everything he has, but if she doesn't need it, his "giving" becomes a burden for her.
So what he needs to do now is to show her through his actions that everything he has, whether it be his feelings or anything else, belongs to her in terms of ownership and right of use.
If she wants it, she can take it; if she doesn't want it, then it can just be left as it is. He neither forces nor imposes anything on her.
Only then did he realize that true love or affection, the more intense the feelings, the more indifferent and ordinary they become.
It requires no fancy tricks and has no fancy way of being fancy. It is a bottle of water that is always at hand. Its color is extremely clear and its taste is extremely light. Whenever you need it, you can grab it and drink it to replenish your body's great needs.
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On Sunday, the Yan couple's 40th wedding anniversary party was held as scheduled at the Yan family home.
As the young mistress, Zhu Qianying was the hostess. After helping to welcome a large group of guests, she was a little tired. While the main character of the day was giving a speech on stage, she stood to the side and took a few sips of wine.
From her vantage point, she could clearly see the male and female leads standing arm in arm on the stage.
Although they were both over seventy years old, they stood tall and straight, showing no signs of aging. Instead, they possessed a wisdom and composure that comes with the passage of time.
Like a fine wine carefully stored for many years, once opened, you can see only its clear color and smell its rich, delicious aroma; it is both visually appealing and enjoyable to savor.
Today, Yan Bo was dressed in the simplest black evening suit, white shirt and black bow tie. He stood tall and straight. Although his hair was gray, his face, which always had a faint smile, made him look like a middle-aged man in his fifties. Time had left more composure on him.
Tong Xiaohuai, also known as Madam Yan, was wearing a bright red fishtail evening gown today. The deep V-neck design was something even young people might not be able to pull off, but it looked perfectly natural on her. Her hair wasn't deliberately dyed black; it was a natural, granny-white color, styled in large waves and casually draped over her partially exposed shoulders.
This elderly couple, standing arm in arm on the stage, were in no way inferior to the handsome men and beautiful women dressed up below.
If Yanbo is a fine wine that is worth savoring, then Tong Xiaohuai is a bright and fiery red rose; together, they create a harmonious and comfortable whole.
"In short, I'm grateful to Xiaohuai for being with me for over fifty years, and for giving me such a capable and handsome son, which in turn allows us to have our lovely, smart, and mischievous grandson..."
As Yan Bo finished speaking, he waved to the little guy in the audience who was wearing the same style of dress and bow tie as him. The little guy was chatting and eating cake with the Ji family's twins. When he saw his grandfather waving to him, he handed the plate to his sister Guoguo and ran to the front of the stage. Instead of going up the steps, he braced himself on the edge of the stage, pushed off with his feet, and stood gracefully on the stage.
The little guy ran up to the two elderly people, first bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle, saying, "Congratulations, Grandpa and Grandma! Happy wedding anniversary!" Then, he stood on tiptoe and gave each of the two elderly people a loud kiss on the cheek as they bent down.
The two elderly people led him to the middle and supported his shoulders on either side.
"This is Yanxu, my grandson with Xiaohuai. He just returned from abroad. Please take good care of him in the future!"
Thus, little Yan Xu officially made his debut as the future young head of the Yan family and the Tong family.
"Our son is so handsome!"
She had been intently watching Zhu Qianying on the stage when she was suddenly startled by a whisper in her ear. But she didn't turn around, nor did she even give the person behind her a chance to react.
But the person behind her didn't seem to mind her indifference at all. He put one hand on her waist and took the cup from her hand with the other.
"Stop drinking!"
Recalling what happened on New Year's Eve, Zhu Qianying remained silent, letting him place the cup on the dining table to the side.
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