After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

When Fang Lansheng heard the words "Death is not the end of life, oblivion is", his eyes, which were originally as dark as a deep pool, suddenly rippled.

He couldn't help but clench his palms as he was picking vegetables, thinking of those underground party comrades who fell before dawn, those brave soldiers buried on the anti-Japanese front, and those unsung heroes who contributed to saving the people from danger.

As long as we don't forget, their spirit and will will live on in the world forever!

Jiang Shiyuan waved her slender hands in front of Fang Lansheng's eyes, "Boss Fang? What's wrong with you?"

"You're almost crushing the cilantro!"

Fang Lansheng came back to his senses immediately, and when he looked up at Jiang Shiyuan, there was actually a hint of respect in his eyes.

Jiang Shiyuan: ???

Something is wrong. Why does he look at me as if he is paying homage to a martyr's monument?

Fang Lansheng calmed himself down and continued to pinch the coriander stems as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Jiang's words just now were so moving that I was mesmerized for a moment..."

Jiang Shiyuan turned around and continued to cut the braised tofu skillfully.

She was glad that she had resolved his suspicions, and smiled gently, "Boss Fang is a man of character!"

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang suddenly. Jiang Shiyuan wiped his hands on his apron and ran to open the door.

"Come on, come on!"

Standing outside the door were the Chen siblings, carrying large and small bags, looking at her with smiles on their faces.

"Ayuan, congratulations on your new home today!"

Chen Qingyan hugged Jiang Shiyuan and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

"Chen Qingyan, I'm going to be jealous if you keep doing this!"

Chen Jingan protested with pretended dissatisfaction, but was glared back by her.

Jiang Shiyuan quickly took the gifts from their hands with a smile and welcomed them into the living room.

"Hey, do you have other guests at home?"

Chen Qingyan had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Fang Lansheng poking his head out of the kitchen with an ambiguous tone.

Chen Jing'an also recognized the handsome man as the famous Peking Opera actor Fang Lansheng. He then thought of the scandal between him and Jiang Shiyuan, and his originally smiling face suddenly became clouded.

"Why are you here?!" He almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth, his tone full of disbelief and a hint of hostility.

Fang Lansheng was as gentle and polite as ever, and nodded slightly at them.

"Hello, I'm Fang Lansheng from the Lanhu Opera Company. I happen to live across the street from Miss Jiang, so I came here to have a meal!"

"Free meal?" Chen Jing'an felt like he was about to explode with anger. This was not free meal, this was clearly entering the house!

He is really screwed today. Having a light bulb sister is not enough, and now there is a potential rival Fang Lansheng.

Although Chen Qingyan didn't watch plays much, he also saw the scandal between Guo Jiang Shiyuan and him in the newspaper.

She had an "I know what I mean" expression on her face, winked at Jiang Shiyuan, and lowered her voice to jokingly say: "Good boy, Ayuan, when did you learn to hide your pride in a golden house?"

Jiang Shiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly waved his hands to explain.

"Ayan, what are you thinking? Boss Fang is just worried that I can't handle it alone, so he's helping me in the kitchen!"

"Yes, yes, I'm just here to help." Fang Lansheng replied with a smile, and brought the remaining ingredients to the table. "You guys chat first, I'll continue to work in the kitchen."

Little did he know that his actions made him look more like a husband.

Fang Lansheng's virtuous and considerate appearance seemed like a declaration of sovereignty to Chen Jing'an, which made him so angry that his teeth itched.

Chen Jing'an snorted and turned his head to the side, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

Chen Qingyan didn't care about his brother's little thoughts. He pulled Jiang Shiyuan to sit on the sofa and couldn't wait to open the gift.

"Ayuan, this is a scented candle imported from the Romantic Country. Smell it, it's really good for helping you sleep!"

"And this one is a Swarovski vase. It shines brightly in the sun and goes well with the style of your room!"

Chen Jingan also handed over the gift he had carefully selected.

"Ayuan, this is the four-piece silk bedding set I bought especially for you, and this velvet quilt. Feel it, it's very comfortable!"

As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Shiyuan expectantly, hoping to get her praise.

Jiang Shiyuan took the light and soft quilt with a smile, but was so frightened by Chen Jingan's next words that he almost threw the quilt away.

"Ayuan, I give you this quilt because I hope we can love each other and stay together for a lifetime!"

"vomit--"

Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Qingyan acted in tacit understanding, retching, rubbing their arms, and complaining in unison.

"Ugh... so corny!"

The living room was suddenly filled with laughter, which diluted the awkwardness just now.

However, this seemingly harmonious scene, in Chen Jingan's eyes, felt like being pricked by needles.

He secretly glanced at Fang Lansheng who was busy in the kitchen, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never let him take away his little fiancée!

"Come on, Ayan, let's go to the bedroom and try out the feel of this silk!"

Jiang Shiyuan held the silk four-piece suit in one hand, pulled Chen Qingyan up, and walked towards the bedroom.

"Hey, I want to help too!" Chen Jing'an's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he followed closely.

"Go away, go away, you stinky man, how dare you sneak into a girl's bedroom!"

Chen Qingyan scolded his brother mercilessly, pushed him out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

"Oh, my dear sister, you are trying to murder your own brother!"

Chen Jing'an rubbed his hurt nose, his face full of grievance, just like a hapless big dog caught in the rain.

"Hmph, you are the only one with bad intentions!" Chen Qingyan made a face at his back.

Chen Jing'an was rejected and felt even more depressed.

So he turned around and went to the kitchen, trying to find trouble with Fang Lansheng.

"Boss Fang, your knife skills are pretty good!"

"They say a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, but it seems like Boss Fang has been in the kitchen a lot before!"

Chen Jing'an leaned against the door frame and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Fang Lansheng stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, with that gentle smile still on his face.

"Master Chen, you are too kind. These are just some trivial tricks."

"I was born in poverty. As the saying goes, children of poor families grow up early. I am not like you who grew up in luxury and lived a life of luxury."

"Boss Fang, you are too modest. This is not just a trivial skill. It is clearly a necessary skill for a good family man!"

Chen Jingan gritted his teeth and said something with a hidden meaning.

Fang Lansheng put down the kitchen knife, walked up to him, met his gaze with a frank look, and smiled brightly.

"Mr. Chen, you are worrying too much. Miss Jiang and I are just ordinary friends. You don't have to treat me as an imaginary enemy."

Chen Jing'an was choked by his words and was speechless. He could only say "oh" dryly.

Fang Lansheng patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "You can't force feelings, just let it take its course..."

For a moment, Chen Jingan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry because of his pretentious tone.

"I understand. Thank you Mr. Fang for your advice." Chen Jing'an replied sullenly and turned to leave the kitchen.

Why did he feel more depressed?

In the bedroom, Jiang Shiyuan took Chen Qingyan's hand and carefully examined the wound on her right shoulder.

"How is it? Does it still hurt?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at her healed wound and asked worriedly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Look, it's healing well. It's all thanks to your sulfa powder!"

Chen Qingyan smiled and shook his arms, indicating that he was fine.

Jiang Shiyuan was still worried, so he took out an exquisite porcelain vase from the drawer of the bedside table.

When you open the lid, a faint medicinal fragrance wafts into your nose.

"This is my grandpa's secret scar cream. It is very effective in treating scars. Apply it twice a day, morning and night, and the marks will soon fade away."

Chen Qingyan looked at Jiang Shiyuan's serious and meticulous appearance, and a warm feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

"Ayuan, thank you, it's great to have you!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled and scraped some ointment, then gently applied it on Chen Qingyan's shocking iron burn scar.

"Silly, don't be so formal with me, we are best sisters!"