An Ruide approves of An Lan's return with both hands and feet.
That night everyone was sent home to have dinner.
An Ruide wants to cook in person to celebrate the rebirth of his granddaughter.
An Lan quickly stepped forward to dissuade him, "Grandpa, it's okay." He took An Ruide's hand.
An Ruide sighed, "I didn't think much of you and that kid from the beginning, but now you have looked away too. Old man, I have to celebrate my granddaughter today."
When An Lan saw that he really couldn't persuade his grandfather, he stopped.
An Ruide was busy in the kitchen alone, and the cook and nanny were kicked out.
"I can do it on my own!"
The old man was doing it passionately alone inside.
An Lan, who was outside the kitchen, looked at her with tears in her eyes. Why didn't she see her family's ardent expectations and love for her in her last life?
Why is he hanging on Yang Jingyu's body and unable to get up?
When An Hongyu came back, he saw his daughter lying on the sofa.
Strangely, he came down from upstairs after changing clothes and walked to the sofa again.
It was indeed his daughter who was alone. The tears were still on her cheeks, and there was a tear hanging in the corner of her eye that refused to fall.
"Where's Yang Jingyu?" An Hongyu saw An Lan going home alone. Why is Yang Jingyu not even pretending now?
No, I can't swallow this breath.
I thought about rolling up my sleeves and walking outside.
"What are you doing?" Anruide just came out of the kitchen.
Stop An Hongyu in time.
An Hongyu's eyes were darkly red, "I'll go find Yang Jingyu to settle the score."
"What's the deal?" Anruide looked at his granddaughter sleeping on the sofa and spoke in a very low voice.
Walking to An Hongyu's side, he pulled him back while saying, "Nanny has already thought about it, so don't make trouble for her."
An Hongyu looked at the old man in confusion, "What does it mean to understand?"
"What do you want to understand?"
The more An Hongyu listened, the more something was wrong. He felt that An Ruide in front of him was hiding something from him.
He was also very anxious when he spoke.
Why do I get less and less clear the more I say this?
"You don't know?" Anruide saw his son getting so angry and thought he knew everything.
"What should I know?"
An Hongyu suppressed his fiery temper and looked at his father.
"Just," Anruide hadn't figured out how to tell his son about this. "that is……"
"I'm the one who got divorced."
As soon as these words came out.
The two of them were stunned from the doorway.
An Ruide turned around and found that An Lan woke up at some point.
Rubbing his eyes and looking at the two stunned people at the door, An Lan laughed out loud.
"Shouldn't you be happy for me? Dad." An Lan opened his hands.
An Hongyu's eyes were moist. This gesture was very similar to what An Lan would do when she was a child, when she encountered grievances outside, or when she was waiting for her to get off work at home.
Then he threw himself into his arms and pricked his delicate little face with his stubble.
But ever since An Lan married the ambitious Yang Jingyu, he had never seen An Lan's smile again.
Every time I see my daughter, I have to suppress my grief and comfort my daughter.
God knows, I just want my daughter to be happy for the rest of her life, even if she stays at home and never goes out.
An Lan saw An Hongyu's eyes turned red and her voice choked up, "Dad."
"Hey." An Hongyu's voice was dull.
"The child is happy, what are you doing?" An Ruide bumped An Hongyu's arm.
An Hongyu's figure was unstable and he staggered.
"Dad [expression] [expression]" An Hongyu shouted dissatisfied.
"It's okay, just come to the kitchen to help." Anruide walked quickly to the kitchen. It was broken and smelled of paste. My soup!
An Lan's face looked strange, and he obviously smelled the smell of paste coming from the kitchen.
The two men quickly entered the kitchen to make repairs.
An Lan was overjoyed on the sofa.
By the time Wang Huaqing came home, dinner had already been served.
"Hey, people are so neat today." Wang Huaqing looked at the delicious food on the table and asked, "Did anything good happen today?"
"You can take a guess." An Hongyu said with a smile on his face.
Wang Huaqing couldn't guess it. He stood at the door with his hands spread out and shrugged.
"Come on, come on, my dear wife, please sit down and eat quickly."
An Hongyu pulled out the chair in front of the table and asked Wang Huaqing to sit down quickly.
Wang Huaqing sat on the chair and saw her relatives on the table. The other three faces looked at her with smiles.
"It won't be my daughter's rebirth," Wang Huaqing only stared at An Lan.
When An Lan heard what Wang Huaqing said, he broke out in a cold sweat. Without noticing, he dropped the soup bowl in front of him, causing soup all over his body and on the ground.
"Oh, be careful, Nanny." The first person to speak out was An Ruide.
The nanny next to her quickly took a towel from the side and carefully wiped the soup off An Lan's body.
"Hurry up and change clothes." In the end, Wang Huaqing came out to take charge of the overall situation and asked An Lan to go up and change clothes, and take a shower before coming back down.
Wait until An Lan comes down from the shower.
I saw three people in the restaurant being silent.
Especially Wang Huaqing's eyes were red, thinking he had cried.
"Nanny." She cried out An Lan's nickname.
An Lan walked a few steps quickly and walked to Wang Huaqing's side. She carefully wiped the corners of Wang Huaqing's eyes with a tissue.
"Ms. Wang, if you keep crying, tomorrow will not be beautiful!" Wang Huaqing has always been a workaholic who pays attention to her appearance.
But the tears became more and more wiped away, and An Lan could only speak helplessly.
"That bitch Yang Jingyu didn't do anything to you!" Wang Huaqing said angrily.
When An Lan got married, everyone in the An family was opposed to the marriage, because it was obvious that An Lan was marrying to fill the gap in the Yang family, but An Lan was devoted to Yang Jingyu.
Back then, Yang Jingyu was able to confuse An Lan with his appearance, but now An Lan can jump out of that fire pit?
What's more, Yang Jingyu has a mother who is like that for him.
The Yang family is full of vampires, sucking the blood from their own daughters.
An Lan gently patted Wang Huaqing on the shoulder.
"Mom, look, don't you think I'm still standing in front of you?" An Lan knew that it was useless to explain with words at this time, so he could only use himself to verify it.
Wang Huaqing carefully observed An Lan's movements and made sure that there was nothing wrong with her daughter.
Even her face is so pink.
"Hurry up and sit down to eat. The food is already cold, and my daughter's stomach hurts again." Anruide said distressedly.
"It's okay, I have Ye Yichen." An Lan said nonchalantly.
