After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

Lan Yujuan put down the fruit, slowly closed the refrigerator door, and then walked towards the sofa.

"Grandma, what do you want to ask me?"

She chose a spot that was neither too close nor too far from the old lady, and then sat down awkwardly on the small sofa diagonally opposite her.

These past few days, she's been busy staying up late at home to finish her manuscript, and after dropping her child off during the day, she rushes to the construction site to shoot video footage, working herself to exhaustion.

If the old lady were to ask about Chen Mo's situation in the past few days, she really wouldn't be able to answer her right away.

"What did you do this afternoon? Tell me the truth!" The old lady asked, her hands clasped in front of her, her brows furrowed.

Lan Yujuan was puzzled and replied softly:

"Grandma, as I just said, I went out to take care of some errands."

Upon hearing this, the old lady frowned even more deeply.

"Hmph, you still want to lie to me? Still trying to deny it!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! Half an hour ago, at the coffee shop across from the police station, who was the man you met?"

"You've already registered your marriage with Momo, and you still dare to secretly date other men behind his back, doing such shameless things! Humph!"

Lan Yujuan held back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back and told the truth:

"Grandma, he is my ex-husband."

"When I said I was going out on business, I meant I was going to talk to him about the division of property. I wasn't lying to you."

The old lady paused for a moment, her eyes beginning to flicker.

Taking the opportunity, he picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, seemingly to ease the awkwardness, buy time, and think of what to say next.

Even if he is your ex-husband.

"But you're already divorced, why are you still seeing each other?"

"A man and a woman alone together, don't they know they should avoid suspicion?"

The old lady slammed her teacup down.

"Besides, does our Qin family lack your dowry, or your pocket money?"

"Your ex-husband, surnamed Liu, has no job, no family support, and is drowning in debt!"

"What's the point of talking about dividing such a small amount? Let him take it if he wants it; just give it all back to him."

"Could it be that our prestigious Qin family can't afford to support you and your daughter?"

Lan Yujuan sat beside her, listening blankly.

For a moment, she couldn't quite tell whether the old lady had come to cause her trouble or because she felt the old lady was being disrespectful and had come specifically to scold her.

"Grandma, please listen to me slowly."

Lan Yujuan swallowed hard, sat up straight, and said earnestly:

"First of all, do you think my outfit today looks like something you'd wear on a date?"

The old lady glanced at her, her eyes visibly softening, but she remained unyielding, muttering under her breath:

"Hmph, who knows?"

"After all, when two parties meet, they are looking at the person, not the clothes."

"In ancient times, some people would even change into plain clothes and remove their jewelry to meet secretly in nunneries!"

Lan Yujuan choked, then rubbed her temples.

"Secondly, we are not alone together; a lawyer was also present when we met this afternoon."

"Furthermore, if we really still have feelings for each other, why choose to meet in a busy coffee shop across from the police station?"

The old lady's lips twitched slightly, a point that was indeed undeniable, and she began to wilt.

Lan Yujuan took a deep breath, recalling the old lady's dismissive words, and continued:

"Moreover, I did not accept the betrothal gifts my sister offered."

"I got married to Chen Mo simply because I think he's a very reliable person. He takes great care of both me and my daughter."

"I value his character and am willing to spend my life with him."

"As for the rest, whether it's Chen Mo's career or the Qin family's business, I'm not interested."

"When we got our marriage certificate, I did consider that we were not a good match in terms of social status."

"But things have come to this point, and unless Chen Mo brings it up himself, I won't easily have any other ideas."

"But if you have any concerns, we can sign a prenuptial agreement. I'm always willing to cooperate."

The old lady listened, her expression clearly showing skepticism.

"You should hire a lawyer to fight for even the meager sums your ex-husband has.

"How can you expect me to believe that you are truly willing to give up the empire Chen Mo built, and the family fortune accumulated by the Qin family over generations?"

"From the moment we met, your little mouth has been as sweet as honey, constantly calling me Grandma."

"Isn't it because you already guessed that Chen Mo is the only heir of the Qin family, my own grandson?"

Lan Yujuan's mouth was slightly open as she stared at the old lady with surprise in her eyes.

Could the Qin family really reveal such a secretive past to me openly and brazenly under these circumstances?

Suddenly, the sound of a password unlocking came from the doorway, and "click!" the door opened from the outside.

After entering the room, Chen Mo changed his shoes and walked inside, saying as he went:

"I've said it many times, my surname is Chen, and I have nothing to do with your Qin family."

"As for the lineage of your Qin family, and your beloved grandson, he is currently in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the provincial hospital."

"Instead of wasting your time causing trouble for my wife, you should go to the hospital and talk to your ex-daughter-in-law."

Chen Mo's sudden return home caught the old lady off guard.

What surprised the old lady even more was the news she learned from Chen Mo.

"MoMo, what do you mean by that?"

"Could it be that Feifei is pregnant again...?"

As the old lady speculated, she kept her eyes fixed on Chen Mo, trying to find a clue and the answer in his expression.

However, Chen Mo remained unusually calm and hadn't given her a kind look since he entered the room, showing no sign of any difference.

However, the lack of denial implies tacit acceptance.

"So, Feifei is really pregnant with her third child!" The old lady slapped her thigh and got up to walk out.

After changing her shoes at the door, the old lady seemed to remember something.

He casually pulled two heavy, thick red envelopes from his bag, tossed them lightly onto the entryway cabinet, and said in a strained tone:

"I came in a hurry this time and forgot to bring anything for the children."

"When the weekend comes, take the child to the mall and let her choose for herself!"

After saying that, he quickly left.

Lan Yujuan had just reached the door and wanted to catch up with him to see him off, but he had already entered the elevator.

Faintly, one could still hear the old woman's slightly trembling voice coming from inside the elevator:

"Amitabha Buddha, may our ancestors protect us!"

"Quickly! Go straight to the provincial hospital..."

After closing the door, only Lan Yujuan and Chen Mo remained in the room, staring at each other.

There seemed to be something they wanted to ask each other in their eyes.

Lan Yujuan felt inexplicably guilty. As she turned and walked into the house, she whispered:

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

She suddenly recalled the scene when she unexpectedly ran into Chen Feifei when she accompanied Li Rui to the hospital last time. The two events immediately matched up.

"Sister Feifei, are you really pregnant?"

Chen Mo followed behind her at a leisurely pace, nodding gently, "Yes, she's pregnant."

Lan Yujuan's heart jumped when she heard this.

"So, is it that Feifei herself doesn't want it, or that her husband doesn't want it?"