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Chapter 557 Don’t work anymore, I’ll support you

Chapter 557: Chapter 557 Don’t work anymore, I’ll support you

Zhu Qianying accompanied Madam Yan for a stroll in the garden. When they returned for lunch, both their faces were much brighter than before they had left. Clearly, both Madam Yan and Zhu Qianying had managed to set aside some of their concerns.

While they were out, Yan Bo had purposely placed a call to a medical professional he was acquainted with, to discuss what Yan Han had just mentioned and to seek the doctor’s opinion. He then called a senior lawyer, similarly assuming a consultative position on certain matters.

Once Madam Yan had enlightened herself, she was no longer preoccupied with the matter regarding Yi Wei. She had full confidence in her husband and son, and was certain that whatever needed to be accomplished or straightened out would be done so systematically. There was no need for her and Zhu Qianying to worry about this issue.

"Ying’er, has your mother spoken to you about it?"

"About what?"

For some reason, Zhu Qianying immediately thought of Luo Yifan.

"She said she’s made up her mind. She’s decided to attend the International Gourmet Fair!"

Although Zhu Qianying had pretty much expected this outcome, she was genuinely pleased to hear the confirmed decision.

"That’s wonderful! My mom finally has the chance to become a renowned chef!"

Throughout her life, Zhu Qianying had spent more time worrying for her mother than feeling proud of her. Such occasions, where she could bask in her mother’s glory, were truly rare.

However, she believed that such moments would increasingly become the norm.

"Yes, your mother can finally hold her head high! Given this, she seems to be faring much better than Zhu Zhizhou’s wives!"

Yan Bo looked at the two ladies on the table, "This is the difference between depending on a husband and depending on one’s own efforts!"

What Yan Bo said was true, but Madam Yan gave him a reproachful look, "Oh? Weren’t you the one who told me to stop meddling in the mess of the Tong family and to marry you and live a lavish life instead?"

This piece of gossip was news to Zhu Qianying, arousing her intense curiosity.

"Dad, you had such a domineering side? And here I thought you’ve always been a tad afraid of my mom!"

Yan Bo indeed gave the impression of being a henpecked husband. Of course, Zhu Qianying knew that it was just a form of respect and pampering, not that he was actually afraid of his wife.

"Ying’er, which woman wouldn’t be happy to hear her husband say, ’it’s tough, don’t work anymore, I’ll provide for you’? Of course, this isn’t a command, but a guarantee and a promise. Moreover, I knew your mother wouldn’t be content with just being a trophy wife."

Zhu Qianying, who was initially just interested to hear the gossip, found herself convincingly swayed by Yan Bo’s words.

...

In the evening, when Young Master Yan returned home, he expected that the atmosphere would still be gloomy. However, to his surprise, not only was the atmosphere harmonious, his wife had also personally cooked a meal for everyone.

When the little boy heard from his grandmother that his mom was cooking, he cheerfully tossed his school bag onto the sofa and went bouncing into the kitchen.

"Mommy, did you make the Tangerine Ribs that I love?" He asked while tiptoeing and trying to sneak a peek behind the kitchen counter.

Zhu Qianying looked down at the little boy dripping with sweat and clucked her tongue twice.

"You sure have a lot of favorite foods. A few days ago, your favorite was Crispy Pigeon. The week before, it was Cheese-Baked Shrimp. So, what’s your actual favorite?"

The little boy blinked, then, looking up with a grinning face, said, "As long as mommy makes it, it’s my favorite!"

Zhu Qianying laughed and shook her head, "Whose smooth-talking ways did you learn, huh?"

The boy cautiously glanced at the kitchen entrance, then cheerfully said, "I learned from Daddy!"

Zhu Qianying burst into laughter. She had thought that the bond between the little boy and his father had already advanced to a ’buddy-buddy’ level. Little did she know that even though things seemed to be on great terms, he had no qualms about shifting blame when required.

"What did you learn from me, huh?"

Eldest Master Yan, who came in later, probably didn’t hear the previous conversations.

"How to coax Mommy..." The little boy didn’t miss a beat and quickly replied.

"So you’re just coaxing me, huh?" Zhu Qianying teased intentionally.

The little boy, oblivious to his mother’s jest, thought she was really angry and anxiously rushed over to hug her waist, rubbing himself continuously against her back.

"Of course not! I like the dishes Mommy makes the most, even more than the ones Grandma makes!"

Eldest Master Yan came over, put his hand on his son’s forehead and flicked it several times.

"Fool, your mom is just playing with you!"

Only then did the younger boy peek and seriously look at Zhu Qianying a few more times, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mommy, you scared me!"

Of course, he was just pretending to be scared.

Eldest Master Yan covered the young boy’s eyes, leaned over and planted a heavy kiss on Zhu Qianying’s lips.

"Why don’t you take a break? You could always let the chef handle this."

Zhu Qianying did not respond to him. Instead, the young boy, with both hands holding Yan’s palms, tried to pull his hand down.

"Daddy, what are you doing? Isn’t it just a kiss? Why do you always cover my eyes?"

Zhu Qianying also found it strange that Yan seemed to be quite conservative in such things.

"Son, stop talking nonsense!"

Rarely, Yan even showed some parental authority to the little boy.

"Mommy, you have to manage Daddy, he’s bullying me!"

The little boy was no pushover either, knowing how to seek effective protection when needed.

Zhu Qianying didn’t want to mediate their squabbles, "Alright, both of you leave. Stop making such a noise; it’s driving me crazy!"

The two ’grandpas’, forcefully driven out of the kitchen, glared at each other and walked away, bickering as they went.

"Hmph, it’s all your fault, the moment you step in Mommy’s already angry!"

"No, it’s your fault! When I came in, your mom was clearly already angry!"

The duo bickered about trivial matters but ended up together in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the older one came out carrying the younger one. Both were whispering and giggling – a picture of intimacy. It was hard to believe they were squabbling just a few minutes ago.

"Xiao Han, come here!" While Madam Yan’s mood was, on the whole, back to normal after Zhu Qianying’s counselling, she was still somewhat troubled by certain matters.

Eldest Master Yan placed the boy down, and the little one ran off to play.

"Mom, what’s the matter?"

"Did you go back to Tong village this afternoon?"

Eldest Master Yan nodded, "Yes!"

"Be careful, don’t cause too much commotion." Madam Yan looked worried.

"Mom, what are you thinking?" Eldest Master Yan sighed helplessly.

Madam Yan looked around nervously, then whispered cautiously. "Aren’t you preparing to administer private punishment to them?"