He Xiyan took the initiative to move into the guest room at night after asking Aunty Qin for directions.
The guest room was very clean; the bed sheets and blankets had just been changed and the room was spick and span as though someone had cleaned it. It didnât look like a room that hadnât been lived in.
Chen Jiahang and his father Gu Chengli drove more than 10 kilometers to pay a visit to his grandfather.
Chen Jiahangâs grandfather was already 91 years old and he was extremely emotional when he learned that his grandson was still alive. His grandfather wanted to rush over to see him immediately but he had a bad leg and had arthritis so he couldnât afford to catch a chill. Thus, Chen Jiahang decided to pay him a visit along with his father after they had dinner.
He Xiyan did not agree to visit Chen Jiahangâs grandfather with him. She was willing to go with him but she knew that it wouldnât be appropriate for her to go because of her awkward identity. She knew that Jiahangâs grandfather used to hold a high political position and was afraid that he wouldnât like her.
She decided that there was no point going with Jiahang if she was only going to be standing awkwardly in the corner.
He Xiyan laid out the blankets as the night grew deeper. Then, she leaned against the bed and sat quietly as she held her phone in her hands. Her phone would beep occasionally with messages from the store, from Yuan Yuan, and also from Jiahang.
Chen Jiahang had just texted her and informed her that he was on his way back.
She merely sent back a short reply to acknowledge his message.
Then, she heard someone knocking against the door and got out of bed and wore her bedroom slippers as she looked at the door.
She guessed that it was either Aunty Qin or Jiahangâs mother since there werenât that many people in the house.
She opened the door and saw that it was Jiahangâs mother.
Yang Yun smiled and the corners of her eyes crinkled, revealing her many wrinkles.
âMiss Chenâ¦â Yang Yun still called her âMiss Chenâ although she knew that her name was Yan Yan.
He Xiyan pursed her lips together and smiled politely at her.
âAuntyâ¦â she said.
Yang Yun approached her carrying a new set of pajamas that was dark brown in color. It didnât look anything like the color that young people would wear.
âI noticed that you didnât bring any clothes with you and Iâve only just purchased this set of pajamas not too long ago. I have yet to wear it and although the style is a little dated, it is very comfortable. Would you like to wear this?â Yang Yun asked as she placed the pajamas on the bed.
He Xiyan thanked her politely.
âYouâre welcome,â Yang Yun said with a smile. Then, she pulled He Xiyan to the bedside.
âMiss Chen, Shaoqian has already told us about your relationship. I know that youâre a good girlâ¦â she said as she patted her shoulder and continued, âShaoqian is a sentimental person and I know that he must be deeply in love with you. He has even clearly told me that he wants to be with you.â
He Xiyan looked at Jiahangâs mother and pursed her lips into an awkward smile. She looked confused and a little embarrassed because she didnât understand why Jiahangâs mother was suddenly bringing this up.
âAunty, I have indeed been living with Jiahang, no, your son, for the past three years,â she said.
âI know,â Yang Yun said with a nod and a smile. She suddenly took He Xiyanâs hand in hers and patted her hand.
âMiss Chenâ¦â Yang Yun said and barely perceptible look crossed her face as she said, âI donât know how to begin telling you this butâ¦â
âGo ahead, Aunty. Itâs alright,â He Xiyan said with a smile. She could tell that Jiahangâs mother wanted to tell her something but didnât know where to begin.