Young Master Zizai didn't care about all the complicated thoughts in the adults' minds. After being pulled away by Young Master Yan, he nestled comfortably in Young Master Yan's arms, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and placed the cups, plates, and bowls in front of him, clattering them together.
While tapping, he was humming some off-key tune.
Looking at the little traitor's aloof and detached demeanor, and recalling his earlier words, "Daddy said...", Zhu Qianying was so angry that she wanted to pinch his little face to vent her frustration.
Yan Shao first glanced at Zhu Qianying, then at the iPad placed in front of Zhu Qianying and Cheng Ye, and asked, "Mr. Cheng, do you want to rent a shop? Or buy it?"
In L City, shops of all sizes are scattered throughout the bustling areas of each district. You could point to any one of them and it might be developed by the Yanhuang Group. You can buy or rent it, the choice is yours.
Cheng Ye was aware of this, and coincidentally, 90% of the shops he selected in the first round belonged to the Yanhuang Group.
Although Zhu Qianying didn't know that the shops Cheng Ye had chosen were mostly owned by the Yanhuang Group, she understood that most of the residential and commercial properties in L City were owned by the old man next to her. If Yan Shao asked such a question, one could think of it as him wanting to help, or one could think of it as him showing off.
Fearing Cheng Ye might overthink things, Zhu Qianying reached out and placed the half-tilted iPad face down on the table. "Boss, I'm starving. Let's talk about what we're having for dinner, okay?"
How could Yan Shao not see that she was trying to help Cheng Ye out of a predicament?
"Drinking cold water again! Your stomach hurts again, doesn't it?" As she spoke, she reached out and took the cold water that she had specially asked Zizai to pour back, and casually put it on the other side of the table.
Cheng Ye looked at Zhu Qianying seriously. "Yingying, are you coughing or have a stomachache?"
The three men in the private room all turned their gazes to Zhu Qianying. She naturally couldn't expose her son and Young Master Yan, so she could only say, "I have a bit of a cough and a bit of a stomachache..."
In fact, she had neither a cough nor a stomachache.
She has a headache...
"Mommy, you've worked so hard. How about I give you all the red envelopes so you can take a rest?"
Zizai said worriedly, taking out the red envelope he had just put in his pocket and handing it to Zhu Qianying.
"Shadow, isn't the workload too heavy? If it really can't be, why don't you hire two assistants here?"
Zhu Qianying also had an assistant in the United States, but now that she has returned to China to settle down, her assistant cannot immigrate with her.
"Actually, there isn't much work involved. We'll talk about the assistant later!" Zhu Qianying stammered, making excuses.
Yan Shao poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said calmly.
"Mr. Cheng, please don't blame Zizai and me for being so nervous. It's just that Ying'er's health has been unusual lately..."
Zhu Qianying vaguely felt that Yan Shao's words sounded familiar. Soon, she remembered that on the day of the wedding, Yan Shao took her back to the Yan family because Old Master Yan wanted her to kneel down and serve tea. At that time, Yan Shao used the same excuse to help her get out of trouble.
But things are different then than they are now!
"special?"
Cheng Ye's expression changed slightly, and his gaze unconsciously glanced at her lower abdomen. Clearly, his thoughts had also been deliberately misled and distorted by Yan Shao.
Zhu Qianying chuckled twice, secretly glared at Yan Shao, and then replied to Cheng Ye, "I'm coughing and have a stomachache, aren't I?"
Cheng Ye looked at her with a skeptical expression. Zhu Qianying quickly reached out, forcibly picked up Zizai, and put him on the ground.
He patted Zizai's head and said, "Zizai, let's go with Uncle Cheng to see what seafood we can eat."
Most of the time, Zizai is quite obedient to Zhu Qianying. Now that he has been given an order, he obediently drags Cheng Ye's hand to the seafood stall to see what delicious food is available.
Only Zhu Qianying and Yan Shao remained in the private room.
"Yan Han, what do you mean?"
Zhu Qianying was actually quite angry, but when she asked the question, she felt powerless.
That's right, she often felt powerless in front of Young Master Yan. She felt that way before, and she still does now.
Yan Shao seemed not to hear her question, and reached out to touch her head, but she turned her head away to avoid it.
"Are you really feeling unwell?" Yan Shao asked with concern.
Zhu Qianying nodded very seriously, "Yes, I have a headache!"
Yan Shao stared at her intently. "I have a headache too!"
Clearly, Yan Shao understood what Zhu Qianying meant by "headache," and Zhu Qianying also understood what he meant by "headache."
Zhu Qianying sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. After a while, she took a deep breath and said to the man.
"Young Master Yan, have you forgotten that we are only husband and wife in name only!"
"I haven't forgotten!"
The two were so engrossed in their conversation that neither noticed Cheng Ye, who had returned after forgetting his phone, quietly closed the door and left after overhearing their brief exchange.
"Zizai, do you live at Daddy's house or Mommy's house?" Cheng Ye asked casually while holding Zizai and scooping shrimp from the fishpond with a net.
Not long after Zhu Qianying returned, she bought a house in L City. Cheng Ye knew this, but he always thought that it was just Chen Jing's home.
Judging from those two sentences they just exchanged, that home is probably not just Chen Jing's home.
The little guy was having a great time catching shrimp with his little net when he answered without thinking, "Sometimes I stay at Daddy's house, sometimes I stay at Mommy's house."
Cheng Ye didn't say anything, just patted his head, then quietly held the little guy and watched him scoop shrimp and crabs from the fishpond...
About ten minutes later, Cheng Ye carried Zizai back to the private room. As soon as they entered, Zizai happily shouted at Zhu Qianying.
"Mommy, come quick! Zizai caught a little shrimp."
Cheng Ye smiled and handed Zizai back to Zhu Qianying's arms. The little guy then raised his hands under Zhu Qianying's eyes. His wet hands were clasped together, and water droplets were dripping from between his fingers.
"Are they cooked shrimp?" Zhu Qianying asked knowingly.
"Hehe, Mommy, you guessed wrong, it's a newborn!"
As the little guy spoke, he opened his hands, and in his palm, which he had cupped into a semi-circle, there was a small shrimp about the size of his little finger, jumping around in his hand.
"Put it in the cup!"
Zhu Qianying casually picked up a glass and handed it to the little guy. The little guy obediently put the shrimp into the glass, and then took the glass to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and filled it halfway with water.
While the little guy ran into the bathroom, Cheng Ye very attentively poured Yan Shao a cup of tea and then asked...
"Young Master Yan, I'd like to open a branch in the north and south districts of L City, and then open a larger flagship store in the central area. Ideally, the flagship store should be quite large, with a second floor. Does your company have any suitable shops to recommend?"
Yan Shao was slightly surprised, but his face remained calm.
"Shall I have my assistant contact you?"
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