After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Zheng Jihua waved to Yan Yun when she saw him.

"Ning'er, come here to your father."

He was actually hoping that Yan Yun could come over.

Yan Yun took off running.

Hearing the sound, the concubine turned around and saw that Yan Yun's small figure had already run out again. She also wanted to like the child she had given birth to, but he could not get close to her. Her mother had also told her that she still had to give birth to a man for the master who could inherit the Zheng family. The child should be left to the old lady to take care of.

The concubine pouted and acted coquettishly.

"My lord, you have been away for so long, I have missed you very much."

The maids around her all secretly blushed.

The maidservant beside the concubine told them to leave, "All of you, go down. I'll take care of things here."

"Yes."

After all the maids had left.

The old woman pushed Zheng Jihua's wooden chair into the room.

Yan Yun hoped that the people of the Zheng family would not focus their attention on him and would pretend that he did not exist, but the reality was quite the opposite.

Zheng Jihua's thoughts were almost entirely focused on Yan Yun. Even when Yan Yun was at home, Zheng Jihua wanted to know where Yan Yun went.

The old lady was eventually persuaded by Zheng Jihua, and Yan Yun was sent back to his concubine by Zhu Mama.

The concubine's heart was with Zheng Jihua, so she had her own nanny take care of Yan Yun. Compared to Zhu Mama, the nanny around the concubine was more patient, but she was also more indulgent towards Yan Yun.

Yan Yun originally didn't want to see his concubine, but now he was grateful to her for letting him come back. Back in this courtyard, Yan Yun's constraints were greatly reduced. Without Zhu Mama watching him every day, Yan Yun was determined to escape.

As mentioned before, Zheng Jihua hired a miracle doctor.

I haven't left the mansion lately, waiting for the arrival of the divine physician.

The concubine hoped to take this opportunity to conceive a second child.

Everyone has different thoughts.

Yan Yun already knew how to exit through the back door, but the presence of a doorman made things a bit more complicated for her.

Something came up at the money exchange, so Zheng Jihua had to leave the mansion.

The concubine and her nanny were choosing patterns with the measuring craftsman who had come to take measurements.

Yan Yun took the opportunity to go to the backyard.

The boy was there too. This time he was chopping wood. He swung his axe, but instead of cutting through the wood, he was almost knocked to the ground by the rebounding piece.

Yan Yun didn't go forward, but found a stone step and sat down.

She stared at the boy, her mind racing, and her thoughts began to wander.

Looking at the Zheng family, not a single one of them was someone he could trust or rely on. But the person before him was different. He was young and guarded the back door he wanted to use. If he could be put to good use, then…

Yan Yun thought the idea was feasible as soon as it came to mind. He couldn't trust any of the people in the Zheng family, but the person in front of him was different.

She acts on her word.

He went straight into the kitchen, where the cook immediately got up and put down what she was eating when she saw Yan Yun.

"Miss, what brings you here? It's so dusty and grimy."

Yan Yun looked around and saw that there was still something on the cook's lips that hadn't been wiped clean, so she knew there was still food here. She looked around, then pointed to the steaming bamboo steamer.

The cook, seeing this, guessed that the young lady was hungry and wanted to eat, and immediately asked, "Does Miss want to eat something?"

Yan Yun nodded.

The cook immediately took out a delicate little plate, placed the steamed pastries from the steamer on the plate, and handed it to Yan Yun.

"Miss, please have this."

Yan Yun didn't ask for the plate; he just took the pastries on it and left.

Before the cook could finish calling out "It's hot!", Yan Yun had already stepped out of the doorway.

Yan Yun didn't take the plate because he thought the boy wouldn't dare. It had happened before, back at the Yan residence, and he still remembered clearly how the cook was punished for losing a delicate plate.

She came out of the kitchen.

That kid was still chopping wood, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength and looked rather unenthusiastic.

Yan Yun walked over, but he didn't notice.

He was thinking of taking a break, so he put down his tools and was about to sit down when he turned around and saw Yan Yun standing behind him. He was startled and couldn't help but scream.

"ah!"

He took two steps back, pointed at Yan Yun, but dared not say anything.

Yan Yun wasn't too surprised by his reaction. If he didn't make a sound, Yan Yun would definitely be startled if he wasn't paying attention.

Once he calmed down, Yan Yun stepped forward and handed him the things he was carrying.

The boy looked at the still-steaming pastries and didn't dare to reach out to take them. He scrambled to his feet in a panic, trying to get away.

Yan Yun didn't give him that chance, and directly blocked his way, still giving him the snacks.

He definitely can't read, so writing him a note would be completely useless.

The boy was terrified. From the first time he saw Yan Yun, he knew that this person and his identity were worlds apart and that he could not be touched casually.

He lowered his head and apologized.

"It's my fault, I startled you, Miss."

The sound I made just now must have frightened her.

Yan Yun looked at the boy. Although he was still young, his features were strong and handsome. Even now, he seemed to have an extraordinary appearance, completely different from the servants in the Zheng family.

Yan Yun chuckled to himself, realizing he still had the habit of judging people by their appearance.

She took a step forward, took the boy's hand, placed the pastry in her hand into his, and waited for him to accept the pastry she offered.

Yan Yun let go of her hand but didn't leave. She pointed to her lips.

The other person immediately reached out and fed it to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun reached out to block it.

She was referring to him as someone to give him food, not someone to feed her.

The boy immediately shook his head.

Yan Yun held his hand and fed him to his mouth.

The moment the pastry touched his lips, Yan Yun left immediately.

She didn't need to give him any special instructions. As long as she did this slowly and continuously, she could sway the boy's heart. After all, no one would be wary of someone so young.

From then on, Yan Yun would appear in the backyard every day, not to go out, but to see the boy.

He always had endless work to do, either adding water, chopping wood, or doing other help; he never had a moment to rest.

Although Yan Yun also has many things to do every day, he is not as tired as him.

He looked up, realizing the time had come.

Yan Yun arrived in the backyard on time, carrying various pastries she had taken from the concubine. These pastries were meant for the nanny; the maids wouldn't even have the chance to sneak a taste.

Yan Yun handed him the snacks and was about to leave.

The first time, the second time...

It wasn't until the boy spoke.

"Miss, these are not foods I can eat."

The boy didn't eat any of the snacks Yan Yun sent; he hid them in his room. Unfortunately, the person who brought him there discovered them, and the boy was severely beaten for stealing. But he had nowhere to go back to, so he knelt on the ground and kept begging.

"Then tell me where these things came from."

The boy remained silent, and naturally couldn't escape another beating.

Yan Yun saw the injuries on his body, but didn't know why he had been beaten.

Yan Yun didn't ask, but secretly went to see it once.

He didn't eat the snacks she sent out; the old man who emptied the chamber pots and pooped on the boy ate them. He even told the boy that if he wanted to stay here, he had to listen to him. As for the young lady, he shouldn't even think about it; it was useless anyway. She was the daughter of the Zheng family, while he didn't even come from a family that could be considered a chamber pot.

Even if he's mute, that's beyond his comprehension.