The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Yun Duan Yuan hadn't been back for several days. As soon as she opened the door, the familiar scent of aromatherapy wafted out.

The house was quiet. Potato Chips was curled up in its doghouse, fast asleep.

As soon as it heard the door open, its little ears perked up immediately, and it jumped out of its nest, wagging its tail happily as it rushed to the door.

"Oops, potato chips!"

As soon as Xia Qing saw the potato chips, she didn't even bother to change her shoes. She bent down and hugged the warm, fluffy ball of potato chips, rubbing her face against it.

"Do you miss your mom? Hmm? It's been so many days since we last saw each other, do you miss her?"

Potato Chips was also stunned by this sudden maternal love, sticking out its tongue to wash Xia Qing's face, while humming and whining in a spoiled manner.

Ye Shu stood at the door changing her shoes, watching the heart-wrenching scene of mother and child affection between the person and the dog, and couldn't help but think back to that morning.

When Xia Qing heard Ye Shu say they had been staying at the An family villa for several days while eating breakfast, her first reaction wasn't anything else, but rather, "What about the potato chips? They haven't eaten for so many days, won't they starve to death?"

Ye Shu immediately took out her phone and showed her the app for the automatic feeder:

"Look, I've set it to eat one meal a day, morning and evening. There's still plenty left in the granary, so we won't go hungry. There's even a camera here, so you can see the potato chips right here."

As he spoke, he handed his phone to Xia Qing, and sure enough, you could see Potato Chips sleeping in the doghouse.

Xia Qing was very dissatisfied with this way of raising dogs using technology. She stared at Ye Shu and said:

"That potato chip must be so lonely at home by itself. It's still a puppy, how can we leave it at home by itself for days? No, I have to go and get it."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shu was indeed slightly surprised.

In Ye Shu's mind, he thought that Xiao Xue would be the one who felt most sorry for the potato chips, but he didn't expect it to be Xia Qing.

But then I thought about it again, and it made sense. Wasn't it Xia Qing who picked up the potato chips back then?

Shen Jingwan, who had been sitting next to the two children the whole time, listened to their words and asked:

"Xiao Qing, you and Xiao Shu have pets now?"

"Um."

Xia Qing turned to her mother and said:

"Ye Shu and I adopted a little stray dog ​​named Potato Chip, and it's so cute."

Before Shen Jingwan could express her opinion, An Jianxing, who was watching TV next to her, spoke first, saying in a very disdainful tone:

"Don't bring your dog here."

"Why?!"

Xia Qing became anxious as soon as she heard this.

An Jianxing didn't even turn his head, still looking at the TV, and said:

"For no particular reason, I just don't like it."

This unusual sternness made the atmosphere a little awkward. An Jianxing usually doted on his daughter, but now he suddenly put on the airs of a strict father.

But Xia Qing wasn't exactly a model student; she was stubborn and fearless.

She stopped arguing with An Jianxing, grabbed Ye Shu who was eating fruit nearby, and pulled him towards the door, calling out to An Jianxing as they walked:

"I'll take it! Why can't I? I'm going home right now to bring the dog back!"

After saying that, she grabbed Ye Shu and left the house.

Ye Guoqiang sat to the side, keeping his head down and drinking tea without saying a word.

After all, this is someone else's home, not his own. It's not appropriate for an outsider like him to meddle in such family matters.

Shen Jingwan looked at An Jianxing's expression, which seemed to say, "Oh no, I've angered my daughter," and rolled her eyes at him helplessly.

"You know that child's temper perfectly well, why do you have to say harsh things at this time and make things difficult for him?"

An Jianxing put down the TV remote control he was holding after hearing Shen Jingwan's words.

He couldn't really explain why he suddenly wanted to object; it wasn't that he hated dogs that much.

Maybe... it was because he saw his daughter discussing getting the dog with Ye Shu, and saw that her eyes were only on Ye Shu and the dog, and not on him, her father, that he felt a little jealous.

I wanted to get my daughter's attention this way, to feel a sense of participation, and at least not be ignored.

But it's clear he didn't handle the situation well and went too far.

Instead of gaining attention, he also angered his daughter.

He sighed, glanced at the doorway, and felt bitter inside.

This is probably something every father has to go through.

In the living room of Yunduanyuan, the air conditioner had been resting for a few days, and the air it was blowing seemed to have become much cooler.

Xia Qing nestled on the sofa, hugging the potato chips tightly, clearly enamored with them. She rubbed her face against the chips' fur, her voice so sweet it was almost sickeningly sweet.

"Potato chips, potato chips, do you miss your mom? Come on, call Mom, Mom~"

Ye Shu poured two glasses of chilled drinks from the refrigerator, brought them over and placed them on the coffee table, and joked:

"If it really could call you 'Mommy,' would you still dare to keep it?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing looked at the potato chips and imagined what would happen: the little thing suddenly speaking human language, calling her "Mommy" in an old man's voice...

Wow, this scene is indeed a bit eerie.

She quickly spoke up, pinching the potato chip's ear:

"Alright, alright, don't call me that anymore. Just recognize your mom and be a good little puppy."

Ye Shu smiled, took a sip from the cup, and said, "This drink has to be chilled, it's Guojiao."

The two of them sat on the sofa, the TV wasn't on, and there wasn't anything interesting to watch.

Ye Shu turned to look at Xia Qing, who was looking down at the dog. The peaceful scene was as beautiful as a painting.

But this painting must eventually be put to paper.

Ye Shu took a deep breath and spoke softly:

"Sister Xia Qing, Xiao Xue and I got our marriage certificate."

"Yes, I know."

Xia Qing didn't stop playing with the dog, nor did she lift her eyelids; she was still staring at the potato chips as she said:

"I saw Uncle Ye at home when I woke up this morning, and that's when I guessed it. Uncle Ye wouldn't have come all this way unless it was something important."

Looking at her nonchalant demeanor, Ye Shu felt uneasy, but this was something that couldn't be hidden, nor was there any need to hide it.

"I filled in the same date on the marriage certificate I gave you as Xiaoxue."

"Um."

Xia Qing simply responded with a sound of agreement, showing no sign of anger or displeasure. She seemed completely absorbed in petting the dog, and nothing else mattered.

Ye Shu thought for a moment, then brought up the most somber topic:

"Right now, the parents are discussing wedding arrangements."

This time, Xia Qing's hand, which had been playing with the dog, finally paused for a moment.

But he only paused for a moment, and the next second he was back to normal, continuing to touch the potato chips.

But Ye Shu saw it; Xia Qing's smile faded, and her eyes became empty.

"Sister Xia Qing, you..."

"It's alright."

Xia Qing interrupted Ye Shu, turned her head, gave Ye Shu a hearty laugh, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't try to comfort me, I'm really fine. It's just a wedding, it doesn't matter who it's for, right? We're essentially the same person, so it's like a wedding for me."

Xia Qing was clearly smiling at Ye Shu, but Ye Shu's mood was incredibly gloomy.

This isn't about having a change of heart; it's about cornering yourself and then smiling and saying you're not in pain.

But just as Ye Shu was about to say something, Xia Qing spoke up first:

"I am Xiaoxue's older sister, so there's no need to argue about this. Anyway, I still have you."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head again, looked at the potato chips in her arms, and then muttered something under her breath:

That's enough.