Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

Qin Jian is over forty years old this year.

He used to be handsome and charming, attracting many women who would flock to him.

Unfortunately, if people don't pay attention to their figure management when they reach middle age, they will gain weight.

Those once-praised peach blossom eyes now appear somewhat smaller on her increasingly round face.

Fine wrinkles crept up to the corners of his eyes, giving him a somewhat lewd look when he squinted.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll take care of things at home."

Zhang Zhiyue nestled in his arms, a smug smile on her face.

Qin Jian tilted his head and smelled Zhang Zhiyue's hair, and suddenly noticed a few white hairs.

The nascent beauty vanished completely.

Turning his head slightly, Qin Jian put his arm around Zhang Zhiyue, a greasy smile on his face, and said, "Xihe has just arrived and does have a lot of problems. Please bear with her."

She's still useful to us; find a manners teacher to teach her etiquette.

Should we teach her manners?

How can you really learn it?

Zhang Zhiyue patted Qin Jian's chest: "The child has only just arrived and already has to learn this and that. She must be resentful towards you. Let Xihe get used to it first."

"I must learn this; I have plans."

Qin Jian's gaze fell on Zhang Zhiyue's wrist, and she gently held it in her hands: "Study hard, we can't let her do this kind of thing again, it breaks my heart."

"Hey Lao Qin, don't do that."

Zhang Zhiyue patted him with a smile: "I'm spoiled and easily leave marks, so don't punish Xihe too much. The baby just arrived."

In the midst of their conversation, they once again took a jab at Cheng Xihe.

"Xihe is far inferior to Susu."

Qin Jian's rough fingers caressed Zhang Zhiyue's hand, and he kissed her: "It's so wonderful to have such a virtuous wife like you."

"Hmph, it's all because of you."

Zhang Zhiyue stood up and patted him on the shoulder with a laugh: "You're always so unserious, what if someone sees you like this!"

Under Qin Jian's smiling gaze, Zhang Zhiyue said softly, "Xihe is, after all, your child. It's not easy for me as a stepmother."

Moreover, Xihe is different from Xiaxia. We watched Xiaxia grow up, while Xihe has suffered so much outside, so naturally I have to take good care of her.

"I'll need your help taking care of things at home."

Qin Jian pulled a gift box from behind him: "Here, this is a gift I bought for you."

"Any gifts?"

Zhang Zhiyue smiled and pounced on Qin Jian, coaxing him like an embryo: "Thank you, husband."

"Oh, no problem, just open it and take a look."

Opening the gift box, Zhang Zhiyue handed it to Qin Jian with satisfaction: "Quickly put it on for me, husband."

"Yes, it looks good."

On her fair neck was a ruby ​​necklace worth millions, which had just been auctioned off.

Qin Jian glanced at Zhang Zhiyue and tentatively asked, "Wife, Xihe's grades are pretty good. Should we have her tutor the kids at home?"

Zhang Zhiyue's smile faded, and she put the box away: "How can this be? It's not like our family is short of money."

Besides, Z City is so far away; Xihe's education level might not be up to par.

Are you kidding me!

Zhang Zhiyue isn't short of money, so why should such a bumpkin educate her child?

So what if I get into University A? School isn't just about studying!

Which is less important, networking or personal connections?

"My wife is right, don't take it to heart."

"Um."

The two smiled at each other and started being affectionate again.

In the bathroom, Cheng Xihe reached out and turned off the small speaker on the shelf.

When Zhang Zhiyue touched her before, she slipped a small, disposable listening device into it.

Surprisingly, she actually overheard something.

This old woman is always talking in a sultry way, like trying to look young on an old cucumber.

"What other tricks do they have up their sleeve? I'm curious."

Cheng Xihe dried her hair and went outside, then turned on her computer.

"Beep beep~"

Zhang Zhiyue's information is already in my email.

The Zhang family is wealthy, ranking among the top in the second tier of wealthy families in City A.

Zhang Zhiyue has an older brother who is now in charge of the Zhang family.

Because the Zhang family only had one daughter, they pampered her like a princess.

When she was young, Zhang Zhiyue fell in love with a poor boy, but the Zhang family disapproved and separated them.

Later, Zhang Zhiyue married the head of the Liu family through a matchmaking arrangement, and she lived a good life.

After the unexpected death of the head of the Liu family, Zhang Zhiyue remarried into the Qin family, taking half of the Liu family's assets with her.

The time between her death and her mother's death was no more than three months.

She managed to seduce Qin Jian within three months, making him disregard Qin Ruosu's identity and his recently deceased wife, and then they got married.

This is almost impossible.

The two of them must have been in cahoots long ago, perhaps even before the Liu family's leader died.

Perhaps, even earlier.

Remarriage is considered a laughing stock in wealthy families.

Zhang Zhiyue disregarded everything and resolutely married Qin Jian, bringing her child with her.

It would be strange if the Zhang family hadn't helped with this.

Why did the Zhang family do this?

Why is the Liu family afraid to say anything?

Both have problems.

Twirling the pen in his hand, Cheng Xihe wrote the character "Zhang" on the paper, circled it, and added a question mark.

With the help of the Zhang family over the years, the Qin family has grown stronger and entered the ranks of the wealthy families.

Everyone could only envy Zhang Zhiyue's good fortune.

This is interesting.

Cheng Xihe closed the computer, and his phone rang again.

The broken cell phone and the cobweb-covered cell phone on the table remained unresponsive.

"Tsk, I almost forgot."

Cheng Xihe pulled out a small, light purple cell phone from a hidden compartment in her suitcase; it was ringing loudly.

This is the phone she uses for daily communication; it only has friends listed, not Qin Jian's or their phone numbers.

"Feed?"

"Hey, Xihe, I heard you lost some stuff at your research institute and ran off to City A with the thief?"

A man's mocking voice came from the other end of the phone.

The voice was clear and bright; it belonged to a young man.

Cheng Xihe's lips drooped: "What's up?"

This person speaks so maliciously, always stabbing people in the back.

"It's nothing, nothing. I just wanted to ask if you had time to grab a bite to eat?"

Qi Shen had a hint of anticipation on his face.

"I'm busy."

Cheng Xihe refused without even thinking.

"Oh dear, senior sister..."

"Don't call me that, it gives me goosebumps."

Cheng Xihe looked disgusted: "Do you need something from me?"

She's young; even counting back several years, Qi Shen never called her "senior sister," so there must be something fishy about it.

"My senior sister is so smart; she understands me."

Qi Shen kept praising, but never got to the point.

Cheng Xihe: "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

"Eh? Eh? Eh!"

"Why are you so easily teased!"

"Ding-dong!" Cheng Xihe put her phone away and found a file sent by Qi Shen on WeChat.

She spoke on speakerphone, without opening the file: "Tell me what's going on."

Qi Shen explained, "I have a patient here whose leg hasn't healed for a long time due to some accident, and we can't find the root cause of the problem."

You know how hard it is to find a master craftsman, and I'm really curious, so I wanted to ask you for help.

"You were the one who wanted to study Western medicine in the first place, junior brother."

Cheng Xihe spoke slowly and deliberately, his expression indifferent and aloof...