When she first heard from Qian Ruqing that the two children had obtained their marriage certificate, Zhuang Xian was surprised but remained calm. In her opinion, Yan Yan was a scheming kid, and even if her son was really gay, she would not like him. Later, Zhuang Yiyun worked overtime every day and did not go home, which confirmed her judgment.
But she didn't expect that once she wasn't paying attention, things would be completely out of her control. Zhuang Yiyun first moved without saying anything, and then took her to the company's annual meeting. She didn't know where they moved to unless she looked for them. When she saw her son again after two months, she frowned so hard that she couldn't relax.
Yan Yan looked at the mother and son. The family relationship was very different from his own. If it was before, he would definitely take the initiative to ease the atmosphere. Now... Zhuang Yiyun had clearly refused to pay him, so he didn't want to help him. After saying hello, he went straight to open the door without hesitation.
Without waiting for Zhuang Yiyun to invite her in, Zhuang Xian followed Yan Yan and walked in. Yan Yan brought her a pair of guest slippers, light pink, obviously women's style, elegant and beautiful. The new home prepared her slippers, and such details invisibly eased the atmosphere. Yan Yan, who was in charge of purchasing household items, said that he did not prepare them specially for you. He was a regular purchase, buying both men's and women's styles. The tradition of the old Yan family was that it didn't matter whether the guests were there or not, but it was impolite not to prepare them.
Due to his family education, Yan Yan went straight to make tea as soon as he entered the door, just like starting a program. Zhuang Yiyun stood at the door, looked at Zhuang Xian sitting on the sofa, and went to Yan Yan who was making tea.
"What are you doing here?"
"Carry water."
Yan Yan took out the cup, and Zhuang Yiyun handed him some tea leaves. After a moment's thought, he said, "Go back to your room and rest first."
"Why?"
Zhuang Yiyun didn't answer for a long while, until Yan Yan finished making tea and was about to leave, he finally said, "She came with bad intentions."
He came with bad intentions. I didn't expect him to use such words to describe someone, and the person he was describing was his mother. Yan Yan could guess that he had a bad relationship with his family, but he didn't expect that his own mother could be so bad.
Yan Yan did not answer. He was no longer the obedient little cutie in Zhuang's house. He wanted to see for himself. After making tea, Zhuang Yiyun, who was holding the tea, still did not give up. He directly grabbed him in front of Zhuang Xian and said, "Go back to your room and rest first."
Yan Yan: “Hmm?”
"I just came back from the hospital. Go lie down."
Zhuang Xian looked over and frowned again. Yan Yan understood. Zhuang Yiyun was quite capable and even pretended to be considerate to her husband. Was she doing this to piss off his mother? Zhuang Yiyun was indeed concerned about her, so it was better for him not to know what Yan Yan was thinking.
"Yan Yan, please stay. Why can't I, your mother, accompany you for a while?"
Yan Yan didn't want to be the sword and spear in the fight between the mother and son, so he nodded and stepped forward, thinking it would be easy to be a guest. But as soon as he took half a step, he was pulled back by Zhuang Yiyun and blocked behind him.
"He just got out of the hospital and hasn't recovered yet, so it's not convenient." As he said that, he pushed Yan Yan towards the bedroom in an irresistible manner.
"Zhuang Yiyu!" Zhuang Xian's voice rose twice, and she was obviously angry.
Zhuang Yiyun ignored her, put down the tea without even picking it up, and took Yan Yan's wrist and led him to the bedroom.