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

This time, Qiaoqiao wouldn't have it. She hugged the tablet tightly, pouted, and was about to cry: "No, I want to see it."

Yan Qing pulled a long face.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and winked at Cheng Xihe.

This is the "fairy godmother" she hired for five million; I wonder if her words will carry any weight.

Ideally, it should work.

Cheng Xihe successfully received her instructions.

"Qiaoqiao, look, even the little pigs in the cartoon are resting. You should give your eyes a rest too, before we eat."

Her tone was unusually gentle, and her voice was completely different from before.

Yan Mingchuan wheeled over and happened to hear her say that, looking at Cheng Xihe with some curiosity.

Her voice was deliberately slowed down, and a little strained.

"Is that so?" Qiaoqiao looked at the tablet.

The little pig on the screen is already lying in bed.

She sniffed and handed the tablet to Cheng Xihe: "She's really asleep."

"Yes, you should rest too." Cheng Xihe easily took the tablet and handed it to Mu Xiaoting.

Mu Xiaoting quickly took the tablet and put it in her bag.

Lan Qiao blinked her big, watery eyes at Cheng Xihe: "I'll do whatever Fairy Godmother says."

"Hmm, staring at the tablet for too long will affect your beauty. You won't be a fairy anymore then."

"How about this, go wash your hands now, and then do eye exercises with your sister Tingting, okay?" Cheng Xihe used all her strength to make her voice sound strained.

"hehe."

A very soft laugh came from behind me.

Cheng Xihe turned his head and saw Yan Mingchuan with his fist pressed against his mouth, his face full of smiles.

"Okay, I'll listen to Fairy Godmother!" Lan Qiao stood up and took Mu Xiaoting's hand: "Sister, let's go wash our hands."

Mu Xiaoting chuckled, "Okay, let's go."

Turning around, Cheng Xihe looked at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing is wearing a black dress today, embroidered with dark red patterns, and her hair is styled in an updo, making her look particularly dignified.

The seven-centimeter high heels clicked softly on the carpet, like the gentle murmur of an elegant cat.

Sitting next to Cheng Xihe, Yan Qing smiled and said, "You're the only one who can really help. The five million wasn't wasted."

Cheng Xihe smiled but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Yan Qing added, "I'll need your help a lot from now on, Miss Cheng."

"Just call me Xihe." Cheng Xihe nodded to her, "Yan..."

"We're getting too distant," Yan Mingchuan interrupted Cheng Xihe.

When Yan Chiye saw Yan Mingchuan, his pupils contracted and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

The wheelchair slid to Cheng Xihe's side: "Call her 'Auntie' with me."

"Shout it now?" Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow.

Yan Mingchuan replied naturally, "Otherwise, we're already engaged, so of course you'll call me that too."

"Okay." Cheng Xihe shrugged.

Yan Qing chuckled: "Come on, call me 'Auntie'."

"Auntie." Cheng Xihe greeted her calmly and naturally, without the slightest embarrassment.

Now Yan Qing felt bored: "I thought you would be shy, but I didn't expect you to shout so openly."

"I'll listen to him," Cheng Xihe said naturally.

They've only just gotten engaged, but they're talking like they've known each other for ages.

Yan Qing chuckled: "You two are quite interesting. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd known each other for a long time."

"Auntie, shouldn't Grandpa and the others be back soon?" Yan Mingchuan didn't want Yan Qing to tease Cheng Xihe anymore, so he changed the subject.

"It'll be soon, right? It's just a bunch of old folks outside, it's normal for them to chat. Several of them are talking about having babies, and look at you..."

Yan Qing's gaze was directed downwards, without any attempt to conceal it.

"They're back." Cheng Xihe stood up, blocking Yan Qing's view, and waved to Lan Qiao opposite her: "Come here."

"Godmother~"

Qiaoqiao shook off Mu Xiaoting's hand and ran over excitedly.

Yan Qing couldn't utter a single flirtatious remark, and glared at Yan Mingchuan.

She didn't dare say a bad word about Cheng Xihe, so she could only glare at Yan Mingchuan.

With a slight smirk, Yan Mingchuan chuckled, his expression one of provocation.

"Come on, let's do eye exercises."

Cheng Xihe pulled her to sit down, and Mu Xiaoting followed. The two of them obediently did eye exercises on the side.

In front of her daughter, Yan Qing dared not speak out boldly, and could only try to find the right words: "Anyway, hurry up."

After staying there for a long time, I've become very direct in my speech and forgotten how to be subtle.

Yan Mingchuan smiled faintly: "No need for Aunt to worry."

Before long, the people who had been greeting guests outside returned.

Including the old man of the Yan family.

This private room is only slightly smaller than the hall below, and it contains eight large tables that can seat twenty people each.

Old Master Yan was accompanied by Yan Haiting and his group.

"Come on, it's ready to be served."

"Um."

Cheng Xihe followed Yan Mingchuan.

After the old man sat in the main seat, the others took their seats one after another.

Besides the Yan family members, there were also several elderly gentlemen at the head of the table, who were Mr. Yan's friends for decades.

They were all influential figures in other families.

"Please sit down."

Grandpa Yan spoke casually with a smile on his face: "Today is my seventieth birthday, everyone please make yourselves at home. This is just a simple family dinner, no need to be formal."

Cheng Xihe frowned, leaned close to Yan Mingchuan, and asked in a low voice, "Is the old man seventy?"

"68 years old, 69 in the traditional Chinese age reckoning, I'll celebrate my 70th birthday in grand style," Yan Mingchuan explained in a low voice.

Cheng Xihe nodded.

Indeed, many places have the custom of "celebrating the ninth but not the tenth," which is to avoid the taboo of "fullness leads to deficiency" and to take the meaning of longevity of the number nine.

Seeing her deep in thought, Yan Mingchuan chuckled softly, "Don't you have this custom where you're from?"

"People on my side basically don't celebrate birthdays," Cheng Xihe shrugged.

Back in my hometown of Z city, people don't really celebrate birthdays; they just treat them like any other day.

Yan Mingchuan comforted him, "It's okay. If you want to celebrate your birthday, I can help you."

"That's not what I meant."

The two whispered to each other for a long time, their heads down, until they finally attracted the attention of the people at the main table.

Grandpa Yan paid attention to this place while chatting with others.

Today was the first time he had met Cheng Xihe.

From a distance, the young girl looked gentle and elegant. I wondered if she could stay in the Yan family.

"Mingchuan, aren't you going to introduce your fiancée to this old man now that you're engaged?"

Grandpa Yan's voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention in this direction...