Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Ying Yuchuan ignored his wailing and hung up the phone.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Don't say he didn't show it to him; the deer vine was right in front of him that day. He was just stupid and didn't notice.

Now, what is he going to do?

Oh, right, he needs to go home.

He grabbed his phone and car keys and left the office without looking back.

……

Over there, Zhou Yanjin was completely confused by his words, her mind a complete mess.

Has he met his wife?

When and where?

He's seen him?

He doubted his memory and even pounded his increasingly useless head twice.

Ugh, why can't he remember?

Where exactly did he see his wife?

Why does he have no memory of anything?

Could he be lying to him?

But it doesn't seem like it, and Old Ye also said that day that he really did marry a wife.

So what exactly is going on now?

Despite racking her brains, Zhou Yanjin couldn't come up with a solution. She felt itchy all over, as if she were being pricked by needles, and couldn't sit still or stay still.

Ahhh, how can Ying Yuchuan be so mysterious?

Never mind, let's go home first and come back next time. Right now, the most important thing is for him to go buy some walnuts to nourish his brain.

He must have amnesia, otherwise how could he not even remember ever seeing Ying Yuchuan's wife...

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Ying Yuchuan returned to the Ying family mansion.

Old Ye was the first to know, and he was so surprised that he rushed to the dining room to report to Grandpa Ying and his wife.

They are eating.

Also at the table were Ying Huayu and his wife; Ying Qingran was out having a gathering with friends and wasn't home.

The four-person dining table was clearly lonely and quiet until Lao Ye's footsteps broke the silence.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Young Master Yuchuan is back."

Grandpa Ying had some reservations about his haste, but after hearing what he said next, his expression instantly turned to surprise and delight.

"Yuchuan's back? Quick, quick, Lao Ye, set out an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl for him to eat. We have his favorite black pepper beef tenderloin today, hurry, hurry, hurry..."

When Ying Huayu and his wife heard that Ying Yuchuan had returned, their joy was evident on their faces.

Honestly, they've been feeling pretty lonely these past couple of days.

All the younger generation has left home, leaving only the old folks behind... Ah, the feeling is indescribable.

It's so quiet and deserted. If you want to talk to someone, you have to wait for your partner to come home so you can have someone to talk to.

"No, I'm not eating."

Ying Yuchuan's voice came in with the sound of footsteps.

"I just came back to pick up some things."

Sheng Shuang walked over. "Yu Chuan, come home and sit down for a bit. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Madam Ying snorted and interjected, "He's been brainwashed by that woman. He's in a hurry to leave as soon as he gets home. He used to be like this."

Grandpa Ying really couldn't stand her anymore.

He gave her a disapproving look.

He's tried everything to persuade her these past few days, almost to the point of exhaustion, but the old woman remains the same and won't listen to a word.

Now that Yu Chuan has finally come home, she still says these sarcastic things. Does she want to force him to never step into her house again before she's satisfied?

Ying Yuchuan glanced at his grandmother.

He didn't say much, but simply turned and walked out of the dining room towards his own courtyard.

"I'm going back to my room to grab something and then I'll leave."

Behind him, Old Master Ying's voice kept ringing out.

"Look at you, Yuchuan finally comes back, and you have to say these things, making him not want to eat."

"Old woman, what exactly do you want?"

"..."

Ying Yuchuan was too lazy to listen.

He returned to his courtyard, went into his bedroom, bent down, and took out the book he had thrown into the desk drawer.

That book that Deer Branch clearly minded.

He was a little confused; could a book really have such power?

He took the book and left without looking back.

As he walked out of the courtyard, he ran into his mother, who had followed him.

"Mom, I'm not eating."

He said calmly.

Sheng Shuang smiled, "If you don't want to eat, then you don't have to. Mom won't force you. I just came to see you..."

"Yuchuan,"

The old lady's voice broke through their conversation. She walked over with fairly light steps and said, "Grandma, I have something to tell you."

"Come over tomorrow, I've arranged for you to meet the granddaughter of an old friend."

She commanded him, "She's a very pretty young woman, from a family that owns a bank..."

"Grandma, I'm busy."

Ying Yuchuan interrupted her impatiently, "Also, please don't make arrangements for me without my consent. I'm already a married man."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Seeing his attitude, Madam Ying was so angry that she jumped up and down on the spot.

"Sheng Shuang, look at your good son! Is this how you treat his grandmother?"

"How did you raise him? How did you raise him to be so arrogant and disrespectful?"

When Wu Rui criticized her, Sheng Shuang simply watched her make a scene calmly.

"Not only your son, but also your daughter. What kind of behavior is it for a young girl to run away without a word? Don't follow others and move out. I think you should bring her back as soon as possible, lest that woman corrupt her..."

Sheng Shuang didn't want to listen anymore and turned to leave without saying a word.

She didn't have much to say. When prejudice is deeply rooted in her heart, it can't be eliminated with just a few words.

No wonder Sang Rou couldn't stand her anymore; she herself felt she couldn't stand her either.

"Sheng Shuang!"

Seeing that she treated her like she was invisible, the old lady was so angry that she kept calling out to her.

I still ignored her.

Madam Ying was so angry that her heart and lungs felt like they were about to explode.

If one is like this, and two are like this, does this house still feel like a home?