I was disliked by my husband, so I took my mother to marry an officer as a rich woman.

Wen Yan on the side was also looking at Jiang Xiaoyue. Her eyes were as clear as water, and in some ways she was very similar to her.

But why did she have a child with another man? Who was that man? Xixi looked particularly excited.

He introduced Wen Yan to Jiang Xiaoyue.

"Mom, this is grandma."

Is this Fu Zijin's mother? Jiang Xiaoyue didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Because she never expected Fu Zijin's mother to suddenly appear beside him. And next to her was An Ying, and she seemed to have a closer relationship with An Ying, but Jiang Xiaoyue still greeted her gently. "Hello, Auntie, thank you for the red envelope."

She thought of the red envelope Wen Yan gave her.

Even though he had never met her, he had already shown her enough respect. Wen Yan hummed, "Hello."

Although he was already feeling resentful because of what An Ying said, he still thought that greeting others was basic courtesy.

Mr. Fu was listening to the radio at home. He finally turned off the radio and went out to see his daughter-in-law coming back.

Moreover, she was wearing gray clothes, looking dusty and there was a lot of sand in her hair. I don’t know how many days and nights she had been on the train, and the depths of her eyes were so dark.

Mr. Fu even noticed that his daughter-in-law’s hair had turned much whiter.

"Wen Yan, you're back!"

"Dad." Wen Yan called out, and the two hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

Mr. Fu hasn't seen his son and daughter-in-law for a long time.

Wen Yan was also very excited. Her father-in-law had always raised her as his own daughter because she grew up in his home. Her parents sacrificed themselves and she was adopted by her father-in-law.

Mr. Fu quickly welcomed Wen Yan into the house and asked her to take a shower and change her clothes. Wen Yan's clothes were here because Wen Yan had also lived in Mr. Fu's house before.

When Mr. Fu and Wen Yan left, Xixi and Jiang Xingyun had their own space to spend time together.

But this time he didn't call him uncle, but Comrade Jiang Xingyun.

Her aloofness made Jiang Xingyun's gentle face look a little different.

She turned her head and saw that Liang Zhuo had already started talking to An Ying. Liang Zhuo and An Ying were both in that circle and were children of the compound, so they had a good relationship.

Meeting the clear eyes of the little girl in front of him, Jiang Xingyun suddenly had an indescribable feeling. He only heard the little girl say to him.

"Uncle. What are you hiding from me? I thought you were very good to my mother! You're probably the only person in the Jiang family who's kind to her. It's a pity that you're not by her side. Otherwise, she wouldn't have suffered so much. If only you could have come back. Back then, she didn't know anything. If only you could have persuaded her not to marry Lu Mingfeng."

"She also doesn't go from one fire pit to another."

Xixi's words were particularly calm and rational. "As long as Mom can escape from this hellish situation, it doesn't matter if I'm not born and don't become her child."

Hearing Xixi's sensible words, Jiang Xingyun's eyes became sore. He looked at the sensible little girl but didn't know what to say.

However, Xixi looked at him again, her eyes clear, "So, uncle, what exactly do you want to tell me? Are you hiding a huge secret in your heart?"

"I didn't." Jiang Xingyun had a faint smile on his jade-like face. He quietly clenched his arms while they hung at his side. They were pale and weak, with the veins on his arms slightly exposed. The man was completely different from those jackals and tigers of the Jiang family.

But Xixi met his eyes, and a look of deep thought flashed across her face.

"No? Is it true? Or is it just a lie?"

Jiang Xingyun couldn't say anything, but he looked like he was worried about something.

Liang Zhuo and An Ying chatted and laughed even more, talking about interesting things from their childhood.

Jiang Xiaoyue, who was standing by, couldn't get a word in at all.

Xixi also came to Jiang Xiaoyue's side. The meal was already prepared.

It happened that Wen Yan arrived at dinner time. An Ying was there, laughing, talking about the time when Liang Zhuo pursued Ming Anyu when they were young. Liang Zhuo's face turned red, and it was ruined for his whole life.

"How can I have such a fate? It's not me that people like."

He was in a nonchalant manner, as if he was particularly regretful.

Xixi looked at him steadily, with something flashing across her eyes.

The meal arrived: pork stewed with vermicelli noodles, steamed buns, and stir-fried beans—a hearty feast that made everyone salivate. The beans, in particular, were Jiang Xiaoyue's secret recipe. Deep-fried and topped with Sichuan peppercorns, they had a rich, rich flavor. Since there were several people, the portions were extra large, so any leftovers could be stored in the refrigerator.

However, after Liang Zhuo finished eating the beans made by Jiang Xiaoyue, he drank water like a cow. "This... why is this so unpalatable?"

He blurted out, his eyes full of disgust, "I have never eaten peppercorns since I was a child. Where did you get the peppercorns?" He looked at Jiang Xiaoyue, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Obviously, he thought Jiang Xiaoyue was the nanny of the Fu family.

Wen Yan, who was standing by, put down her chopsticks and frowned.

But then he heard a soft voice, "It's good enough that you can eat the food in my house. It's a blessing that you can't achieve in eight lifetimes. Why did you choose it?"

Xixi said coldly.

Liang Zhuo was completely mad, his defenses broken. "What gives you the right to say that? You don't even know whose child this is, and you're talking nonsense here. You're not taught by an adult!"

Even in front of Mr. Fu, he spoke without any reservation.

Mr. Fu's face was as dark as water.

All I heard was Xixi's crisp voice: "I'm not anyone's child, I'm your father."

Mr. Fu couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter.

His face was wrinkled from laughing.

It feels great. Xixi feels great when she talks back.

Jiang Xingyun on the side couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect Liang Zhuo to look for his cousin. A cold light flashed in Jiang Xingyun's eyes.

Even if Liang Zhuo was his friend, it wouldn't matter. In fact, it was Liang Zhuo who took the initiative to approach him and kept looking for him to chat, so they became familiar with each other over time. Now in Jiang Xingyun's heart, Liang Zhuo is no longer his friend.

"It's only been a few years since the founding of the country, and you're already here being picky about food. Is it because Mr. Liang doesn't know how to teach you?" Mr. Fu said darkly, "It seems I need to talk to your grandfather more so we can have some discussions!"

"Mm, these beans are really delicious. I can eat three bowls of rice with them. Although I'm old, I can still eat three bowls of rice. I wonder if your grandfather can eat three bowls of rice now?"