They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Inside the Lin family villa.

The two women were busy in the kitchen, enjoying a rare moment of preparing food themselves.

A short scream came from upstairs, followed by a muffled crash.

"Big sister, it seems Yaoyao bumped into the bedside table," Song Wanqing said calmly.

"It's normal for young people to be impulsive and reckless."

Carrie Lam turned on the tap and washed the vegetables without changing her expression.

"Wanqing, cut that beef up."

She hummed a song while chopping scallions; it was the same song Jiang Han had sung on the show.

She was completely off-key, but she was in an incredibly good mood.

……

After a long time.

In the second-floor bedroom, the air conditioner was blowing loudly, and the plush bear had fallen to the ground.

Lin Yaoyao carefully moved out of Jiang Han's embrace, her movements as light as a thief's.

"Awake?" Jiang Han's voice came from above, slightly languid and hoarse.

"She's not awake." Lin Yaoyao reflexively buried her face back, only realizing how stupid she was after she finished speaking.

She opened her eyes and peeked out, only to meet Jiang Han's smiling gaze.

"When...when did you wake up?"

"I've been awake the whole time."

"Then why aren't you saying anything!"

"It's quite amusing to watch you pretend to be asleep."

Lin Yaoyao grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jiang Han, but as soon as she lifted it up, she realized that her upper body was only covered by the pillow...

Jiang Han laughed unrestrainedly and reached out to pull her back, pillow and all.

"Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Lin Yaoyao nestled in his arms, slowly relaxing and carefully sensing her physical condition.

Aside from soreness, there wasn't the excruciating pain I had imagined.

She shook her head gently, then added softly, "My legs are a little weak."

Jiang Han looked down at her, the curve of his lips becoming more and more pronounced.

"What are you laughing at!"

"It's nothing."

"You're laughing again! Your shoulders are shaking!"

I didn't laugh.

"You..." Lin Yaoyao bit his shoulder in anger.

The teeth barely touched, and then, reluctant to apply force, the contact ended up as a light tap.

"You bad guy!"

The clock on the wall showed the time: 6 p.m.

A loud shout came from downstairs from Carrie Lam.

"Yaoyao, come down and eat when you're done. No rush, take your time!"

He emphasized the words "no rush" as if afraid they wouldn't understand.

Lin Yaoyao buried her face in the pillow: "I'm never going home again."

Jiang Han smiled and patted her on the back before getting up to pick up the scattered clothes.

His shirt, her dress, the scene was a complete mess.

Lin Yaoyao peered through the pillow at Jiang Han's back, from his shoulders to his waist to his long legs.

She suddenly realized that locking herself in by her own mother was a worthwhile decision.

From this day forward, I, Lin Yaoyao, am Jianghan's woman, until the day I die!

They can't be driven away by words or insults; they'll cling to you forever and never let go.

"Get dressed." Jiang Han handed her a skirt and casually brushed the tip of her nose.

It took the two of them quite a while to barely look normal again.

Lin Yaoyao stood in front of the dressing mirror and examined herself, covering herself up from the neck down.

The rosy glow on her face had faded considerably, but the delicate charm in her eyes and brows, still hinted at her youthful glow, was impossible to conceal.

She applied toner three times, but found it was completely ineffective, so she simply gave up.

"Let's go."

Lin Yaoyao opened the door, and sure enough... her mother had secretly come up and unlocked it at some point.

When Carrie Lam saw the two of them come downstairs, she looked them up and down with a smile so bright it could light up the entire restaurant.

"Come, come, sit down! Xiao Jiang, sit here, Yao Yao, you sit next to Xiao Jiang."

Lin Yaoyao sat down next to Jiang Han with her head down and eyes downcast. As soon as her buttocks touched the chair, she gasped.

Her movements were extremely subtle, but Carrie Lam's eyes were sharper than an eagle's.

She turned around and pulled out a soft mat: "Put this on, girls should treat themselves well!"

"Xiao Jiang, eat more to replenish your energy."

As she spoke, Carrie Lam frantically piled meat into Jiang Han's bowl, quickly creating a small mountain.

"Thank you, Mom!"

Jiang Han's voice came naturally.

Carrie Lam's chopsticks froze in mid-air, as if she had been put on pause.

Her eyes widened, her lips moved twice but no sound came out, and her eyes reddened at a visible speed.

"What...what did you call me?"

"Mom." Jiang Han said calmly, holding his bowl. "Yaoyao and I are already like this, it's not appropriate for me to call her Auntie anymore."

He had no relatives or friends in this world, and when he encountered his future mother-in-law who was practically offering her her daughter, his change of heart came from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Han believed that any man in this situation would have to call her "Mom."

Carrie Lam's tears streamed down her face.

She covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, her voice cracking: "Say it again!"

"mom."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Carrie Lam responded three times.

The way he looked at Jiang Han had completely changed.

Previously, she was only concerned with her son-in-law's satisfaction and pickiness; now, it's purely about how much she loves and is proud of her own son.

Carrie Lam pulled her chair forward, leaned forward, and her tone changed from excited to solemn.

"Xiao Jiang, let me make this clear today: no matter how things are between you and Yao Yao, you'll always have a key to this house."

"If Yaoyao makes you angry, come and tell Mom, and Mom will take care of her for you."

"Mom!" Lin Yaoyao stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "I'm your biological daughter, aren't I?"

"Now the son-in-law is closer," Carrie Lam said matter-of-factly. "You move to the back of the line!"

Lin Yaoyao couldn't say a word, and in the end, she could only look at Jiang Han with a pitiful expression.

Stop looking, eat meat.

Watching the interaction between the two, Carrie Lam's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.

She picked up her juice glass: "Come on, let's clink glasses!"

The sound of four glasses clinking together was crisp and pleasant.

"Xiao Jiang, when are you planning to have children?"

Lin Yaoyao almost spat out her juice, choking and coughing.

"Mom, we just..."

"What's with all the 'just' stuff? Since you're already together, just make the most of it."

Carrie Lam turned to Jiang Han: "Jiang, do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"I like them both!"

Lin Yaoyao lowered her head and ate her rice, her ears turning bright red, not daring to utter a single word.

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

"Yaoyao, shouldn't you go home now?" Lin Zhengxiujuan reminded her.

"Huh?" Lin Yaoyao was surprised; she had originally planned to stay overnight.

"Miss Jiang Linyao, please be mindful of your current status!"

Lin Yaoyao was stunned by her mother's words. Not only was her surname changed, but her daughter was also kicked out.

When it comes to tradition, she only respects her own mother.

Carrie Lam saw him off to the car door, the trunk of which was packed full.

The car drove into Yunqi Mountain Villa.

Lin Yaoyao felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

She used to live here, and she saw herself as a friend who was staying with her, a pretend girlfriend.

Although she and Qiu Siyao called each other sisters, there was always a veil between them.

However, her mother tore off that layer of gauze herself…

The living room lights were still on when I entered.

Qiu Siyao nestled on the sofa, draped in a thin blanket.

With a woman's intuition, she understood at a glance.

"You're back? I left some white fungus soup in the kitchen..."

"Sister Siyao," Lin Yaoyao said.

She stood in the entryway, hands hanging in front of her, took a deep breath, and called out again in a clear and proper voice:

"elder sister."

Qiu Siyao naturally took Lin Yaoyao's hand.

"The white fungus soup has been simmered for three hours with lots of red dates in it, specially to nourish you."

"For me?"

"nonsense!"