Meng Yan's Transformation

"Isn't there a man at home? Mom, why don't you ask Zhan Zixun to help? It's so dangerous for you to work alone. What if the little stool you're standing on tilts and falls?"

When Zhan Yingying spoke, her eyes turned to Zhan Zixun who was reading a book, and her eyes were full of disgust towards Zhan Zixun.

At this time, Zhan Zixun raised his head when he heard the voice and happened to look at Zhan Yingying. Their eyes met, and there was a tense atmosphere.

When Zhan Yingying and Zhan Zixun's eyes met, the air seemed to freeze, thick with the smell of invisible gunpowder. The warmth they once held vanished, leaving only the coldness and hostility of a standoff. Their gazes were as sharp as blades, piercing each other. Even silence had a sharp edge.

The moment Zhan Yingying and Zhan Zixun's eyes met, it was like the thunder before a storm, holding a destructive force. In that moment, the bonds of family and friendship shattered like thin ice, a sharp crack slicing through the intimacy of the past. Their gazes were like taut steel wire, the slightest strain of force and the very bonds that held them together would sever.

"Now that we're back, let's clean up together. Mom will watch us work, guide us, and then check our work!"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she smiled and nodded to Zhan Yingying and Zhan Zixun.

"Zhan Yingying, you've glared at me. Have you glared at me enough?! Mom wants to do it herself, can you blame me? I advised Mom to wait for you to come back and clean the house together, but she didn't listen to me. What can I do? Besides, tidying the room and cleaning the house are girls' jobs. Why would a boy do these things?"

Zhan Zixun spoke with a righteous attitude.

"Zhan Zixun, are you an old-fashioned person? What era is it now? How can tidying the room and cleaning be considered girls' jobs? Besides, if Mom falls off the stool and gets a heart attack, don't you feel guilty as a son?!"

While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she was so angry that she grabbed Zhan Zixun's collar.

"Oh my, you dare to fight me!"

While Zhan Zixun was speaking, he started arguing with Zhan Yingying.

Zhan Mengyan was frightened and hurriedly tried to calm the two people down and pull them apart, but was pushed by them.

"Zhan Yingying, Zhan Zixun, both of you stop it right there! Do you treat me like air? Do you think you are three-year-old children? The older brother doesn't act like a brother, and the younger sister doesn't act like a younger sister. The relationship between brothers and sisters is like that between siblings. We need to tolerate each other. How can you just hit each other without saying anything? If outsiders saw this, they would laugh at us, saying that the children of the Zhan family have no manners at all. How shameful! You... do you want to piss me off to death?!"

Yunqing was shaking with anger as she spoke.

"Mom, don't be angry. I just feel bad for you. I'm afraid you'll get tired or fall. Zhan Zixun has spoiled you so much that he can't do anything. He's become a nerd."

While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she kept rubbing Yunqing's chest with her hands.

"Oh... Zhan Zixun is a boy, why do you always bother with him? I'm asking you, Zhan Yingying, can you and Zhan Mengyan do the same job of cleaning the room?"

Yunqing was breathing heavily while speaking.

"Yes, of course I can. As long as mom tells me to, I can do anything. Mom, you lie down on the kang and take a rest first. Zhan Mengyan and I will do it together, okay? Let your precious son Zhan Zixun concentrate on reading the books of sages. He will be the one who will be made a marquis and a prime minister in the future, and bring honor to our Zhan family. Let Zhan Mengyan and other maids do the small things like cleaning."