After three years of misplaced affection, Mrs. Yu is no longer willing to pretend to be obedient.

"Brother." Zeng Ying's sweet and clear voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Jian Ailing's thoughts.

Jane Ailing turned around and saw Yu Yunting walking towards them.

"Let's go back, or we'll get stuck in traffic later," Yu Yunting said gently to Zeng Ying.

Then he walked past Jane Ailing and opened the car door.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car."

Jane Ailing belatedly followed him into the back seat of the car.

Why... that woman was clearly having an affair with her ex-lover, and was caught red-handed, yet she could still swagger around next to my brother and sit there as if nothing had happened?

After she did something so outrageous, does her brother still intend to leave the position of Mrs. Yu to her?

Why should he forgive her?

As she watched the Bentley leave, Zeng Ying clenched her fists, her breathing becoming rapid.

"I just heard Xu Cheng say that you had a banquet to attend tonight." Jian Ailing looked at the scenery on the street, then couldn't help but turn to look at the man beside her. "You don't need to come back with me and change your plans... I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"I just want to visit my parents-in-law, is there a problem?" Yu Yunting leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Alright..." Jane shrugged and turned her gaze back to the window.

They were lucky tonight; there weren't too many cars on the road. The drive was smooth, and they arrived at the Jian family's house in no time.

Jane rang the doorbell, and the door was opened quickly.

"...Dad." I thought it would be Wang Shuqin who opened the door, but it was Jian Hui who opened it instead.

"Dad," Yu Yunting said softly, standing behind Jian Ailing.

"Hey. Ai Ling, Yun Ting, come in quickly." Jian Hui smiled at the two of them and invited them in.

"I didn't expect you to be back so soon today. Please have a seat. Your mother and Sister Liu are still in the kitchen preparing."

"Okay." Jian Ailing greeted her mother. Jian Sen didn't seem to be home; she didn't know if he hadn't finished get off work yet or if he had an appointment. But since she had already informed him in advance that Yu Yunting would be back today, Jian Ailing figured her parents would at least let Jian Sen come home for dinner.

Jane walked around the house for a bit, then decided she didn't want to stay in the living room anymore and went straight upstairs to her room.

Phew, my own room is still the most comfortable and relaxing.

The half-open door was pushed open, and Jian Ailing turned around to see Yu Yunting walk in.

"What, can't I come into your room?"

"Oh...that's not what I meant." Jane Ailing immediately looked away.

She was lounging lazily in her computer chair, her legs stretched out on the desk. If Wang Shuqin and Jian Hui saw her, they would definitely criticize her for having no manners.

Although Yu Yunting wouldn't say anything to her, she felt a little awkward being seen by him.

"My room isn't big, and I don't have many chairs. You can just sit on the bed." As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ailing suddenly remembered what happened three years ago and fell silent for a moment.

Fortunately, the incident didn't happen in her room, but in her sister's room... Now that they're sitting here together, it's not exactly like returning to the scene of the crime.

Yu Yunting sat on the edge of the bed and glanced around her room.

Compared to the houses in Minghua Villa and Yunsong Bay, her room was indeed small, but it had an indescribable old-fashioned yet cozy feeling, imbued with the weight of time.

The room was well-maintained, with some yellowed celebrity and anime posters on the walls, bookshelves crammed with textbooks and novels, and cabinet doors covered with a bunch of random stickers.

Yu Yunting then turned his gaze to her desk. He guessed that when she still lived there, the desk must have been a mess. But now it was neat and tidy, with only a desk lamp, tissues, and some simple daily necessities.

Several picture frames were placed on the side, making them stand out.

With slender hands, he picked up each photo frame and looked at them. The first photo frame contained a girl who looked about eight or nine years old. She looked like she had participated in some kind of cultural performance. She had two braids, wore bright red lipstick, and was wearing a performance dress. She was smiling brightly at the camera and making a peace sign.

"I think I was in third grade back then," Jian Ailing said, looking at the photo. "I participated in the school's arts performance. It was my first time, and both my parents came to support me."

"I was really looking forward to it back then. I really wanted to stand in the front row so my parents could see me right away." Thinking back on the past, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face. "Unfortunately, the teacher didn't agree and only let me stand on the far side of the second row. My dad wanted to take pictures of me on stage, but no matter how he tried, there were people blocking my way."

Yu Yunting looked down at the smiling little girl in the photo, his thumb gently stroking her face through the glass, as if he could truly transcend time and space and touch that eight or nine-year-old girl.

For some reason, her appearance always gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Yu Yunting put down the photo frame and picked up another one next to it.

The photo shows three children, clearly the three siblings. Jane Aiying is standing in the middle, with Jane Sen and Jane Ailing on either side. Jane Ailing looks slightly older than in the first photo. Behind them is a garden landscape, suggesting they've been on vacation.

Jian Aiying smiled gently, her lips curving upwards; she looked like a lady despite her young age. Jian Ailing grinned, revealing her white teeth, and made a big peace sign.

Jane Ailing turned her gaze to Yu Yunting and found him staring at the photo in a daze, so she stopped talking.

Yes, that photo includes my sister, so it's understandable that he looked at it carefully.

Jane Ailing silently turned her gaze to the side.

Yu Yunting could fly into a rage over her going out to eat with Zhou Ze'an, but when he missed his sister, she could only watch quietly from the sidelines, without even having the right to blame or complain.

Their relationship was never equal, and that was a reality she had to accept.

Thinking of this, Jane felt a pang of sadness and silently lowered her head.

"Are there any other photos?" Yu Yunting put down the photo frame and looked at her thoughtfully.