Ouyang Xiuqi picked up the wine pot and took a big gulp of wine.
She replied, "My love was stolen away by someone else."
Yi Shuihan: "..."
"Excuse me, it's just you."
Don't include me.
I didn't fall in love with her.
She's just my fiancée in name only.
"Yeah?"
Ouyang Xiuqi raised an eyebrow.
"I feel like there's a strong smell of vinegar in the private room."
Yi Shuihan's face darkened.
Does this person even know what it means to see through something but not say it?
His eyesight is so poor, yet he just flattered him.
Ouyang Xiuqi keenly sensed the murderous intent permeating the air and quickly picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with his chopsticks.
He frowned and said, "So it's because there was too much vinegar in this dish."
Looking at the man's pretentious manner, Yi Shuihan said irritably, "Did you join this business because you genuinely want to do something or just want to chase after that pretty boy?"
Ouyang Xiuqi's smile vanished.
"What pretty boy? He has a name, you know."
The year's light illuminates the willows, and the pond reflects the clouds.
Yunhua, what a beautiful name.
Yi Shuihan's teeth ached from listening to this.
How come he never knew this person was a hopeless romantic?
Or is it that all homosexual relationships are this sticky?
The thought that Ouyang Xiuqi might end up like that bandit leader, constantly calling men "madam" gave him goosebumps.
I couldn't help but take two steps back, keeping my distance from this person.
To avoid getting infected with the "love brain."
Ouyang Xiuqi said seriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely do my job well, but don't tell my mother yet, so as not to bother her."
His mother desperately wanted him to enter the imperial court, be given important positions, be promoted, and bring glory to the family.
If I had known that he not only lacked ambition but had also taken up a "lowly profession," I would have immediately made him kneel in the ancestral hall.
"Then it's up to you."
Yi Shuihan tossed the project proposal to him.
"Quickly prepare the workshop."
...
When Xiao Qingyin and Ji Yunhua returned to the Yun residence, they found that Madam Han had not yet gone to bed.
She sat alone in the pavilion, warming herself by the fire and drinking tea.
His expression was as solemn as when I saw him that morning, as if he had something on his mind.
He then said to Ji Yunhua, "You go back to your room first, I'll go check on things."
Okay, good night.
Xiao Qingyin went to the kitchen and got a few oranges and a handful of fresh peanuts in their shells before going to the pavilion.
"Grandma, why are you still up so late?"
She asked as she placed oranges and peanuts on the grill.
Han looked at her movements and laughed, "Didn't you eat enough for dinner? These things won't fill your stomach."
"I'm full. I just wanted to offer you some snacks since I saw you were making tea around the stove."
Xiao Qingyin poured herself and Han Shi a cup of tea.
"Roasted oranges are especially sweet, have you ever tried them?"
"Your mother also liked to bake things when she was a child."
Han picked up his teacup.
"Whether it's oranges, persimmons, fish, shrimp, or crabs, just stuff them all into the stove."
"Really? It seems we're of the same lineage."
Xiao Qingyin smiled.
"However, burnt river fish doesn't smell good."
A hint of nostalgia appeared on Han's face.
"That's right, it smells terrible when it's burnt. Your uncle and the others would cover their noses and run away as soon as they smelled it..."
The two chatted over tea. After a while, Madam Han tentatively asked, "Your mother's remains have disappeared. Have you considered the possibility that she is still alive?"
"I've thought about it," Xiao Qingyin nodded. "But if she were alive, she probably wouldn't have gone so many years without coming to see you, would she?"
Han sighed.
"She might have had no choice. If she were still alive, would you hold a grudge against her?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingyin, recalling Han's words and actions over the past few days, suddenly had a sudden realization.
"My mother is still alive, she's Madam Fu, right?"
Han was taken aback.
How did you come up with that idea?
Xiao Qingyin smiled and said, "Madam Fu has a Beijing accent. You once said that her voice sounds like my mother's."
I hadn’t thought about it this way before because Madam Fu was very natural when she saw her, not at all like a mother’s reaction.
Moreover, after helping Madam Fu clear her brain meridians last night, Madam Han confirmed today that her daughter is still alive.
It is very likely that Madam Fu had memory problems and did not remember the past.
"Did my mother suffer from amnesia before?"
"Yes."
Han nodded.
"Your mother lost her memory after being rescued from the coffin."
Han told Xiao Qingyin about Yun Wanyin's experience.
After saying that, he looked into her eyes and said, "She hasn't thought about it all these years, and she hasn't been able to be with you or take care of you. Do you blame her?"
Xiao Qingyin shook her head.
"She didn't do it on purpose, how could I blame her? I'm happy for her."
Han felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
He patted her hand and laughed, "I knew you wouldn't mind this."
Xiao Qingyin chuckled softly.
Of course she wouldn't mind; she wasn't the original owner of this body.
However, if the original owner of this body were still alive, she would probably be happy to know that her mother was still alive.
pity……
Xiao Qingyin took out the roasted oranges and peanuts, peeled them, and ate them with Han.
Roasted fresh peanuts have a rich aroma that dried peanuts don't have.
Xiao Qingyin felt unsatisfied after finishing her meal and wanted to grill another batch.
My stomach just aches slightly.
That's the end of it.
With her worries gone, Ms. Han felt much more relaxed.
After finishing the last sip of tea, she said to Xiao Qingyin, "Get some rest, or your mother will have to wait for you to get up again tomorrow."
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