"After he went back, he was so sad that he refused to eat. The old man asked me to ask you when you would be free. So, I had no choice but to come and ask you."
"Heh." Qiao Nian sneered, loosened his hand, and pretended to take out his phone: "I'll ask him."
The man held her wrist, and continued to cling to his waist, lowering his eyes and saying hoarsely, "Hold me for a while longer."
Qiao Nian's heart softened instantly and she gave up struggling, allowing him to half-force and half-coax her into hugging her for a while. They didn't know how long they stood there, so long that Qiao Nian thought he would hold her forever.
Ye Wangchuan loosened his hand and inserted his five fingers through her palm, interlocking their fingers tightly, and asked her, "Are you hungry?"
"Hmm?" Qiao Nian was still looking at the two people's clasped hands. She didn't follow his thoughts and didn't look up.
Ye Wangchuan looked at her drooping eyelashes, as if his heart was tickled, and said, "Sister Wang made some soup for you, so I put it in a thermos bucket for you. Do you want to have some?"
Qiao Nian finally raised his head: "What soup?"
Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but stroke her eyelashes with his other hand, then withdrew his hand as if it was burned: "It's the yam and pork ribs soup you like."
"You also asked Sister Wang to cook the soup?" Qiao Nian didn't like anything greasy, desserts, or drinks, including soup.
She seldom drinks thick soups such as seafood soup, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, chicken soup, etc. Instead, he discovered that she likes to drink simple soups such as pork ribs soup, tomato beef brisket, etc.
Rhine's family often makes this kind of soup.
If he has time, he will do it himself. If he doesn’t have time, he will ask Mrs. Wang to do it.
Mrs. Wang is a servant in the family and has been with the old man in the old house for more than 20 years.
Because Gu San was there too, and Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan didn't like crowds, she only came over to help occasionally.
After all, it’s okay to let Gu San clean up.
Let Gu San cook... Considering that Qiao Nian said she was not picky about food, but in fact she was extremely picky about taste, Ye Wangchuan was afraid that she would rather starve than eat.
Ye Wangchuan hooked her fingers, hummed, and asked her, "Would you like to eat something?" Qiao Nian admired his behavior of not forgetting to bring a bowl of soup with him when he went to the high seas. She looked at him for a long time before curling her lips and saying, "You are going to piss off the people of the Theron family to death."
He did not deny it, and nodded proudly: "Well, I will piss them off to death with you."
Qiao Nian: “…” Those are not your biological mother and grandfather. It’s as if you don’t know them.
She knew the secrets of the Theron family from the secrets collected by Elena, and also knew about the complicated relationships on his mother's side. She did not take the initiative to provoke a conversation, but instead grabbed his hand tightly.
"Let's go."
*
Beijing city.
Ye family.
It was afternoon time and the little devil at home came back from skipping school again.
Ye Maoshan watched him walk past his elder without even looking at him, showing no awareness of being a truant student, and called out to him helplessly.
"Chenchen."
"… "
The little boy, who was only six years old, stopped. He was wearing a private school uniform. The suit, small bow tie and expressionless handsome face made him look a bit like the male protagonist in idol dramas when he was a child.
He stopped but didn't say anything, looking at his grandfather with his big black eyes, as if to ask, "What do you want me to do for you?"
In addition to Ye Maoshan, there were many other people at home.
Bo Xu and Wei Shulang from the Bo family, as well as Qin Si's father Qin Lang were also there. Most of the backbone forces in Beijing were there, and they were all the decision-makers in the top families.