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

Day two.

Cheng Xihe woke up before dawn.

She went downstairs with her suitcase, where the housekeeper had already gotten up early to have breakfast prepared.

"Miss Cheng, your favorite noodles are ready. What flavor would you like?" The butler looked at Cheng Xihe with a smile.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Xihe said, "Let's make it spicy. There aren't many delicious options abroad."

"Okay, I'll have someone arrange it right away."

The housekeeper immediately notified the kitchen staff.

Before long, Yan Mingchuan and Su Jin also arrived.

The housekeeper prepared and served them their usual breakfast.

"Holy crap, what smells so good?" Su Jin squinted and looked toward the kitchen.

The butler explained, "It's Miss Cheng's favorite spicy beef noodles, and it really does smell delicious."

"This is unfair! Why should I eat a dry sandwich? It's one thing for Brother Yan to eat medicinal food, but mine isn't good either!" Su Jin quickly protested.

Cheng Xihe smiled and raised an eyebrow: "How about I give him a bowl of spicy beef noodles too?"

"it is good."

Yan Mingchuan stared at the medicinal food in his bowl and glanced at the two people opposite him.

Su Jin quickly said, "Brother Yan, you can't blame me for this. It was Sister-in-law who wanted to eat spicy beef noodles, and I just followed suit."

Before Yan Mingchuan could speak, Su Jin moved aside: "It won't taste very good if I eat here."

"The noodles are here."

Two servants carried out two bowls of fragrant noodles.

Cheng Xihe sniffed with satisfaction: "Mmm, it smells very good. Your cooking skills are excellent."

"Delicious! Delicious!"

Su Jin blew on it and then started eating it in big bites.

Now, only Yan Mingchuan is left, the poor soul staring at the medicinal food in front of him.

He was already used to eating medicinal cuisine.

Now, the medicinal food in front of me tastes particularly bad.

"President Yan, you can eat it once you're better. Let us try it for you first, okay?" Cheng Xihe said simply to comfort him, and then started slurping the noodles.

Su Jin stuck out her tongue as she ate, "Wow, this is so spicy! Sister-in-law, how can you eat so much spicy food? Aren't you from the south?"

"It's edible."

Cheng Xihe shrugged: "I've always been able to eat spicy food. Someone like you, who has a runny nose and tears while eating spicy food, is probably allergic to chili peppers."

"I've always eaten chili peppers, isn't it because they're spicy?" Su Jin asked, puzzled.

With a light laugh, Cheng Xihe said, "Eating like this will give you diarrhea, but it's alright, the medicine is already prepared."

"Pah, pah, pah."

Su Jin: "You can't say those things, I'm going to continue eating."

"President Yan, stop looking and finish your medicinal food in front of you." Cheng Xihe finished the noodles without changing his expression and wiped his mouth.

He stood up and said, "It's almost time. We can set off once you've finished eating."

"I'm almost finished eating," Su Jin said, quickening her eating.

More than forty minutes later, the car arrived at the airport.

Su Jin clutched her stomach: "Oh my god, my stomach hurts so much! Did I eat such spicy noodles this morning?"

"I knew you'd get diarrhea. You ate spicy food and your stomach couldn't handle it, didn't you know that?" Cheng Xihe took out a pill from his bag and handed it to Su Jin.

Su Jin quickly drank it with warm water and went to the toilet.

"Let's go, we need to get to the boarding gate now." After coming out, Su Jin pushed the stroller.

Their cars couldn't go directly in; they had to go to a special boarding gate where a driver would take them to their plane.

It took the three of them more than half an hour to finally board the plane.

"You can rest here now; the plane hasn't reached its scheduled takeoff time yet," the flight attendant said with a smile.

Yan Mingchuan nodded, lay down on the luxurious chair, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes to rest.

Cheng Xihe, who was not far away, was equally impressive.

After lying down, I put on an eye mask and headphones: "I'm going to sleep now, you can do as you please."

"Goodness, you two fall asleep so quickly." Su Jin glanced at the time.

We'll take off in one hour.

Okay, he can sleep too!

*

More than ten hours later, the plane landed in Paris.

Yan Mingchuan had already woken up and was dealing with his work.

Cheng Xihe glanced at it: "Where are we now?"

"Paris, let's stop in Paris for half a day first. I'll take you to meet someone." Yan Mingchuan smiled at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe quickly realized what was going on.

"OK."

Su Jin smiled and said, "Should I come along? Or can you two go by yourselves?"

"Let's go together, but you won't be having dinner with us." Yan Mingchuan closed his laptop and was pushed off the plane by the crew.

At this time, there were already cars waiting below.

Su Jin raised an eyebrow and followed eagerly, "Okay, Brother Yan."

"Are you taking me to see your mother?" Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Mingchuan.

Yan Mingchuan nodded: "Yes, my mother is currently in Paris attending a fashion show, and she is one of the judges."

I have two hours to meet with you this morning, so I'll take you to meet her.

"Do we really have to meet? I haven't prepared anything yet. Is it really appropriate to meet like this?" Cheng Xihe frowned.

She knew she was going to see Yan Mingchuan's mother, but she didn't expect it to be so early. She thought she would go after she finished dealing with things in Switzerland.

It was rare for Yan Mingchuan to see Cheng Xihe so nervous, so he comforted her, "Don't worry, my mother isn't the type to value these things. It's just a simple meeting."

"It's not good that I didn't bring anything since it's our first meeting. How about I go buy some gifts?"

Although it's a contractual relationship, one should still have a sense of contractual responsibility and do what needs to be done perfectly.

Yan Mingchuan said nonchalantly, "Really, there's no need. My mother is very busy and won't stand on ceremony. We can just meet directly."

"Okay, but do you know if your father knows about this when you take me to see your mother?" Cheng Xihe knew a little about the Yan family.

Since Yan Mingchuan's accident, the relationship between Yan Haiting and Yan Mingchuan has become much more strained.

I don't know why.

Perhaps it's because of his mother.

He doesn't need to know that.

When Yan Mingchuan mentioned Yan Haiting, his eyes turned slightly cold: "He has wronged my mother; these are not his concerns."

"Okay, sure."

Cheng Xihe nodded.

The group got into the car.

The car quickly stopped in front of the grand hotel.

A bodyguard came to Su Jin and said, "Please come with us to a private restaurant for dinner. We have prepared a delicious meal for you."

The man spoke fluent French and had a smile on his face.

Su Jin paused for a moment, then said to Cheng Xi and the others, "Then I'll go with him first, Brother Yan, Sister-in-law."

"it is good."

"Let's go, lead the way."

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow.

Su Jin's French is also very good.

"He's been with me for so many years, so I had him learn French. It's important for us too," Yan Mingchuan explained, noticing Cheng Xihe's confusion.

Cheng Xihe chuckled and said, "I understand."

"Young Master, you've arrived." The remaining bodyguards bowed to Yan Mingchuan, one of them placing a hand on Yan Mingchuan's wheelchair.

He nodded to Cheng Xihe: "Madam, leave it to me."

He said…

Seeing that Cheng Xihe didn't speak, Yan Mingchuan assumed she didn't understand and was about to explain it to her.

Cheng Xihe took two steps back and said, "Fine, you can do it."

"You speak French too?" Yan Mingchuan asked Cheng Xihe curiously.

He wondered what secrets his wife might have that he didn't know.

Cheng Xihe chuckled lightly: "I only know a little bit, just the basics, a smattering of knowledge."

"I underestimated you, Xihe." Yan Mingchuan said with a smile.

Cheng Xihe chimed in, "Mm."

The two took the elevator to the third floor.

The entire third floor was empty.

Cheng Xihe immediately spotted the table next to the French windows.

The table wasn't big; it was a six-person table, and it was covered with food.

An elegant lady sat not far away.

The woman was wearing a business suit, her hair was slightly updo, revealing her swan-like neck.

She was only in her forties, but looked like she was in her thirties. She was well-dressed and very beautiful.

Taking a few steps closer, one can see that Yan Mingchuan and this lady do look quite alike.

Especially those beautiful eyes, they look about seven or eight parts like her.

Cheng Xihe said in a low voice, "Your mother is indeed very beautiful."

No wonder Yan Haiting likes it.

I heard that she married Yan Mingchuan's mother against her family's wishes; she really is beautiful.

Unfortunately, this loving couple suddenly divorced.

"Of course, I look just like my mom."

Hearing the voice, Yan Mingchuan's mother turned around and looked at Yan Mingchuan with surprise and joy: "Achuan, you're here."

She stood up, and Cheng Xihe's eyes lit up.

Yan Mingchuan's mother had a very good figure, and at this moment she was wearing an evening dress that showed off her curvaceous figure.

She's very tall; with high heels, she must be almost 1.8 meters tall.

Even Cheng Xihe looked much smaller next to her.

Yan Mingchuan's mother hurried over, bent down, and pinched Cheng Xihe's cheek: "This must be your beautiful wife. She's so cute. Is she an adult yet?"

"Auntie, I'm an adult now."

Cheng Xihe replied with a hint of helplessness.

Yan Mingchuan's mother smiled and said, "You can understand me, just call me Lucy."

"Um?"

"Stage name," Yan Mingchuan replied casually.

Cheng Xihe understood: "Aunt Lucy."

"Oh, what a sweet little girl."

Lucy suddenly spoke Mandarin and led Cheng Xihe forward, saying, "Son, please sit down."

"it is good."

Yan Mingchuan followed helplessly behind.

The three sat down, and Lucy pulled Cheng Xihe aside, asking him all sorts of questions: "What's your name, baby?"

"Cheng Xihe".

"How do you write your name? Can you tell me?" Lucy asked curiously, handing Cheng Xihe a pen and paper.

With a slight smile, Cheng Xihe wrote down her name: "This is my name, Aunt Lucy."

"Your handwriting looks very nice."

Lucy put the paper away and said with a smile, "How did you and A-Chuan meet?"

My son is a bit slow-witted; I never expected that he would get engaged without ever having a girlfriend.

I was stunned when he told me the news.

Lucy spoke eloquently and did not appear depressed or heartbroken after her divorce from Yan Haiting.

On the contrary, he was very comfortable and spoke in a generous and appropriate manner.

Cheng Xihe felt very comfortable talking to her.

"Yes, that's us..."

Cheng Xihe's mind raced, trying to figure out how to fool him.

Seeing that Cheng Xihe was a little embarrassed, Yan Mingchuan quickly said, "I fell in love with Xihe at first sight. I think she is very suitable to be with me, so we got engaged."

"Hmm?" Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Mingchuan, her eyes widening in surprise.

What?

Is there such a thing?

This is ridiculous! How could his mother believe it?

"Really? Son, you're amazing!" Ms. Lucy praised Yan Mingchuan without hesitation, her face full of smiles.

Cheng Xihe: ?

What's so great about it?

Yan Mingchuan remained expressionless: "I also think Xihe is very good."

"Xihe is very beautiful, but she's still very young, isn't she? I heard she's only eighteen."

In China, eighteen is considered the age of adulthood.

Ms. Lucy looked at Yan Mingchuan with a teasing smile, her eyes clearly showing her amusement.

Yan Mingchuan sighed helplessly: "Yes, but I didn't get married right away because I'm not old enough."

Mom, please stop teasing me.

"I was just asking out of curiosity."

Lucy looked at Cheng Xihe and pressed the bell: "Serve the food."

After giving her instructions, she rested her chin on her hand and smiled sweetly, "Xihe, how did you fall for him? Don't you think he's too old?"

"As you get older, you'll be more caring," Cheng Xihe replied without changing his expression.

Later, realizing that she was too tense, she quickly forced a smile to cover it up.

Yan Mingchuan: Goodness, he just spouts off without thinking.

They know much more than I do.

"Is that so? It seems so, Mingchuan is indeed getting old." Ms. Lucy looked at Yan Mingchuan with a smile.

At this point, Yan Mingchuan fell silent.

His mother has a lot of quirky tastes.

The best choice is to remain silent if possible.

Cheng Xihe chuckled and said, "I'm serious, getting older makes you much more considerate, don't you think, Mingchuan?"

This was the first time Cheng Xihe didn't call him President Yan.

He paused, then smiled and said, "Yes, I'm good at taking care of people. You can have anything you want."

"Oh my, it seems you two have a pretty good relationship."

Ms. Lucy was relieved.

Soon, a table full of food was served.

Ms. Lucy said, "These are all local specialties, try them."

"Okay, thank you."

The meal was a pleasure for both the host and guests.

Cheng Xihe and Yan Mingchuan left after a short while.

As they parted, Yan Mingchuan's mother slipped a box into Cheng Xihe's hand and whispered, "Open it after you get on the plane. Goodbye, baby."