They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Noon the next day.

Jiang Han was driving a Maybach, with Lin Yaoyao in the passenger seat.

She wore a light blue dress today, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally pure and lovely.

She kept twisting the hem of her skirt with her fingers, her face showing barely concealed nervousness.

"What's wrong? You haven't said much the whole way."

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Lin Yaoyao scratched her head. "It's just...my mom invited other people today."

"Who?"

"An elder," Lin Yaoyao stammered, "You'll find out soon enough."

As the car entered the villa district in the south of the city, the architectural style here was completely different from that of Yunqi Mountain Villa.

It features a Chinese-style garden with blue bricks and gray tiles, and winding paths leading to secluded spots.

Following the navigation, we turned onto a private alley and saw a magnificent Chinese-style villa in the distance. A middle-aged woman in a cheongsam was standing at the entrance, looking in our direction.

"Here we are!" Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Carrie Lam rushed up to greet them.

She is very well-maintained and looks to be only in her early forties. Her eyebrows and eyes are six or seven parts similar to Lin Yaoyao's, but her temperament is more mature and charming.

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle into crescent moons, clearly indicating a warm and cheerful personality.

"Mom!" Lin Yaoyao got out of the car first.

"Hello, Auntie, sorry to bother you."

Jiang Han got out of the car and greeted them politely, while taking out a prepared gift from the trunk.

"Don't call me 'Auntie,' that's too formal!"

Carrie Lam looked Jiang Han up and down, her eyes growing brighter with each glance.

"Yaoyao has such good taste! Hehehe!"

"Mom..." Lin Yaoyao's cheeks flushed from her mother's blunt words.

"Come on, come inside and let's talk. It's hot outside."

Carrie Lam held her daughter's hand with one hand and greeted Jiang Han with the other, showing great enthusiasm.

The interior of the villa is decorated in an antique style, with mahogany furniture, calligraphy and paintings, and vases, exuding traditional charm everywhere.

Jiang Han noticed that another woman was sitting in the living room, quietly drinking tea.

She looked to be around thirty years old, with her black hair tied up, revealing her fair and slender neck.

With delicate and elegant features, a gentle and calm temperament, and upright posture while sitting on the mahogany chair.

Jiang Han followed Lin Yaoyao into the living room, his gaze naturally falling on the unfamiliar woman.

She's probably Yaoyao's cousin or sister-in-law...

He gave a polite smile and greeted her, "Hello, sister, I'm Jiang Han."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yaoyao next to him coughed violently, her face instantly turning bright red.

The woman put down her teacup, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes before turning into a gentle smile.

She gently touched the corner of her mouth with a tea towel, finding the way she was addressed as "sister" quite endearing.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Han asked Lin Yaoyao in a low voice, vaguely sensing that something was off.

Lin Yaoyao tugged at his clothes, wishing she could bury her head in the ground and whisper in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"She...she's not my sister..."

The woman stood up and walked to Jiang Han, her voice carrying the gentle warmth characteristic of the Jiangnan water towns.

"Xiao Jiang, right? He's quite the handsome young man..."

She paused, a smile playing on her lips: "But calling me 'elder sister'... is making me feel too young."

Lin Yaoyao forced herself to introduce, "Jiang Han, this is Song Wanqing, I usually call her Seventh Stepmother..."

Seeing is believing; the Lin family is serious about promoting traditional culture…

Song Wanqing was already used to the astonishment people felt when they heard about this identity.

"It's alright. According to seniority, you should call me Seventh Aunt, but please feel free to do as you please."

Jiang Han snapped out of his daze and quickly greeted her again, "Hello, Seventh Aunt, I was impolite just now."

After much deliberation, he still chose to call her Seventh Aunt. Calling her Seventh Mother would be too intimate, while calling her Sister would mess up the generational order.

"Hahaha!" Carrie Lam laughed heartily, her smile never stopping since she saw Jiang Han.

"Xiao Jiang, Wanqing will be very happy that you've mistaken her for your older sister! Come, come, sit down and have some tea, don't stand."

Taking the opportunity, Lin Yaoyao leaned close to Jiang Han's ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, I should have told you beforehand."

Jiang Han squeezed her hand to indicate that everything was alright.

Carrie Lam pulled the two of them to sit on the sofa, pouring tea and offering fruit.

"Xiao Jiang, when you opened your mouth on stage yesterday, I got goosebumps even through the screen! Yao Yao's dad also loved to sing when he was young, but compared to you, he was nowhere near as good."

"You flatter me, Auntie."

"No flattery, no flattery!" Carrie Lam waved her hand, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Jiang Han and Lin Yaoyao.

"Xiao Jiang, tell Auntie what you think of our Yao Yao?"

Lin Yaoyao picked up her teacup and pretended to drink water, but her ears turned bright red.

Jiang Han glanced at Lin Yaoyao, who was sitting restlessly beside him: "Yaoyao is very good. She has a gentle personality and is very good at taking care of people."

"Right, right!" Carrie Lam's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter, her face full of wrinkles radiating satisfaction.

"Not to brag, but our Yaoyao has always been a well-behaved child. She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a huge butt..."

"Mom, have some water!" Lin Yaoyao suddenly stood up, shoved a cup of tea in front of Lin Zhengxiujuan, and blushed all the way to the roots of her neck.

Carrie Lam pushed away her daughter's teacup, completely unconcerned.

"Xiao Jiang, I won't beat around the bush with you. The women in our family all agree on one principle: if a man is capable, he should have several wives to serve him well."

"Look at Yaoyao's father, he married seven women, and each one of them lived happily together, without any jealousy or rivalry. Now that Yaoyao is with you, she feels the same way and will definitely not cause you any trouble."

Jiang Han had some expectations, but such a direct and straightforward attitude was still surprising.

He wanted to call out "Mom" right away!

She's really my mom!

A mother actually encouraged her son-in-law to have more women.

This kind of thing would be unimaginable in an ordinary family.

"Mom, could you please not start by saying all this..." Lin Yaoyao protested softly.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Lin Zhengxiujuan stood up with a smile. "The dishes are all prepared, let's eat!"

She invited everyone to move to the restaurant, where a dozen or so dishes were laid out, all looking and smelling delicious, clearly showing that a lot of thought had been put into them.

At the dinner table, Carrie Lam's advances subsided somewhat, though she would occasionally put a piece of food into his bowl.

Song Wanqing didn't talk much, only occasionally interjecting with a soft, gentle voice, and her eating manners were extremely elegant.

Jiang Han noticed that although this "Seventh Stepmother" looked young, she had a calm and composed demeanor, which contrasted sharply with Lin Zhengxiujuan's carefree and easygoing nature.

"Wanqing, what do you think of Xiaojiang?" Lin Zhengxiujuan suddenly turned her head and asked in a low voice.

She asked her sister to come over so she could help advise her.

Song Wanqing put down her chopsticks and replied, "Xiao Jiang is handsome and has a calm demeanor. He and Yao Yao are a perfect match."

"Anything that Yaoyao is willing to bring home can't be too bad."

One sentence made Lin Yaoyao blush, and she buried her head in her rice, not daring to look up.

Carrie Lam beamed from ear to ear, repeatedly serving food to Jiang Han: "Eat more, eat more! Come often, make yourself at home!"

The meal was enjoyed in a lively atmosphere, and before we knew it, it was afternoon.

Carrie Lam had the maids clear away the dishes and served fresh tea and snacks, showing no intention of letting the person go.

Lin Yaoyao quietly nudged Jiang Han's foot under the table, and the two exchanged a helpless yet amused look.