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

If Lan Yujuan had known beforehand that she would agree to accompany Chen Mo home for a simple meal and have to deal with such an unreasonable old lady, she probably wouldn't have come!

"Look at yourself!"

"Speaking disrespectfully to elders and sitting improperly—what kind of behavior is that?"

Before Lan Yujuan could retort, Chen Mo, having just heard the commotion, returned from the balcony and immediately said unhappily:

"If you don't like it, then leave."

"I brought my girlfriend home for dinner today, so I didn't invite you anyway."

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of the head.

"Are you bored?"

"Go and make two cups of tea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and charming figure appeared from behind Chen Mo.

In that instant, even Lan Yujuan, being a woman herself, couldn't help but be somewhat lost in thought when she looked at that stunning woman.

If she hadn't known clearly that the woman who came out from the balcony was Chen Mo's older sister, who was 17 years older than her, she wouldn't have known.

She almost overlooked the other person's age because of their appearance.

gorgeous!

"You must be Yujuan!" Chen Mo's sister looked at her and said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some fruit!"

Lan Yujuan quickly sat up straight, nodding with a silly grin.

"Thank you, sister!"

The older sister winked at her, casually tossed her phone onto the sofa, turned and went into the kitchen, completely ignoring the old lady on the sofa.

The old woman had a cold face, and she raised her hand to gently pound her chest, as if she was holding back a lot of anger and feeling suffocated.

Lan Yujuan nestled back into the sofa, lowering her eyes to "listen" to the opera.

Within minutes of entering the room, she felt that the old woman sitting diagonally opposite her was both hateful and pitiful.

Soon, my sister came out of the kitchen with two plates of washed and cut fruit, eating as she walked.

As soon as my sister put the fruit down, the old lady said awkwardly:

"I won't eat it."

"Spring fruits are high in moisture."

The older sister raised an eyebrow and placed both plates of fruit directly in front of Lan Yujuan.

"Come on, try these fragrant blueberries. They were just air-shipped from southern Yunnan; they're great for beauty and health!"

Chen Mo had just finished brewing the tea and brought it over.

Instead of sitting on the sofa, he sat down next to Lan Yujuan, leaning against the armrest, looking every bit like a "protector of his wife."

Lan Yujuan had never eaten blueberries the size of quail eggs before.

Curious, she picked one up and tasted it. It was crunchy and hard, nine parts sweet with a hint of tartness. As the juice burst in her mouth, the floral fragrance filled the air.

She was almost certain that this batch of blueberries was the best of the best in that blueberry field.

"This pineapple is also good, want to try some?" Her sister handed her a fruit fork, looking at her eagerly.

Lan Yujuan blushed as she took the piece, sat up straight, forked a piece, and took a small bite.

Rich in fruity aroma, sweet and sour, and crisp – just the right balance!

This is definitely the most authentic-tasting and perfectly ripe pineapple she has ever eaten!

"Mmm, delicious!"

"Even if it's cut well!"

Whether it was her imagination or not, Lan Yujuan felt that as soon as she finished praising the old lady, the old lady not far away looked even more unpleasant.

Unexpectedly, her sister added insult to injury:

"I guess I bought good pineapples, but my knife skills are just average!"

"If Auntie had cut it, it would look much better!"

The old lady next to her immediately became unhappy and turned around to speak.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, my brother-in-law came out of the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as he said with a faint smile:

"My knife skills are indeed not as good as Auntie's. I'll practice more later."

Then, as he walked towards the sofa, he said:

"The fish is steaming, and the braised pork is ready."

"Once the fish is steamed, stir-fry some vegetables, and then we can eat."

After listening, the older sister responded softly, "Mmm."

Then, I saw my brother-in-law sit down next to the old lady, his attitude gentle and calm, and he took the initiative to refill her tea.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the old lady took a deep breath, as if she had taken a comforting pill, and her expression improved significantly.

The older sister completely ignored the mother and son next to her and chatted with Lan Yujuan with great interest.

"I heard from Chen Mo that you majored in Chinese literature and are now writing novels full-time?"

"Cough, cough!" Lan Yujuan choked on her juice, which went into her trachea. She quickly turned her head and covered her mouth with her arm, coughing violently.

Good heavens, this is so embarrassing!

She seems to have never mentioned to Chen Mo that she writes novels, right?

Even Lan's father and mother only vaguely knew that she was currently doing part-time work related to writing.

How could Chen Mo know about something as secretive and specific as writing a novel?

After coughing, Lan Yujuan suddenly turned her head and stared at him with a look of surprise and suspicion.

Before Chen Mo could answer, her sister patted her shoulder and comforted her:

"Don't ask. He must have peeked at your notebook when you weren't looking."

Chen Mo's ears turned red, and he immediately retorted, "I didn't."

The older sister said nonchalantly, "Oh, then he must have secretly read what you look like when you're writing a novel."

This time, Chen Mo remained silent.

Surrounded by the siblings, Lan Yujuan was so embarrassed that she started scratching the ground with her toes.

Why isn't the fish steamed yet? When are we going to eat?

"By the way, what's your pen name? And what genre of novels do you write?"

A face that was almost too beautiful suddenly moved closer, its eyes sparkling as it inquired about her.

Because of her pretty face, Lan Yujuan was almost bewitched and revealed her pen name on the spot.

Fortunately, she held back.

"Haha, I'm just writing whatever comes to mind..." Lan Yujuan's voice grew softer and softer, and the blush on her cheeks extended all the way to the depths of her neck.

She picked up her teacup, about to look away to hide her embarrassment, when she saw an elderly woman sitting upright not far away, also craning her neck and pricking up her ears, pretending to drink tea but actually eavesdropping intently.

She was truly speechless at this family!

Seeing that she wouldn't budge, her eyes sparkled with a seductive light, and she suddenly coaxed:

"Don't worry, I won't read your novel for nothing!"

"My sister's company happens to have a subsidiary that produces short dramas."

"If you tell me what novel you've written, I'll arrange for the copyright to be purchased and adapted into a short film. How about that?"

Lan Yujuan bit her lower lip and turned to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo tactically stretched, casually wrapped his arm around the back of the sofa behind her, and then nodded absentmindedly, "Mm."

Lan Yujuan immediately relented, turned around, and while taking out her phone, earnestly reported:

"Sister, I wrote an ancient farming novel. The title is: The Wicked Old Woman Was Starved to Death by Her Own Son, Then She Was Reborn!"

"Sister, let me add your contact information. I'll just send you the book title!"

On the other side, as soon as Lan Yujuan finished speaking, a crisp "clang" sound came from the side.

The old lady threw down her teacup and said angrily:

"What kind of nonsense is this? It sounds so frivolous!"