365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild
Chapter 1449 You Don’t Need to Accommodate Me

Chapter 1449: Chapter 1449 You Don’t Need to Accommodate Me

Soon, the Ye Family’s driver arrived at the gate of the private villa.

"Move all the luggage to the car, we are leaving soon." Qin Youxuan, holding Tingye, instructed the butler.

The butler wanted to say something, but she had already turned around and looked at the villa.

To say there was no reluctance would be false.

It was not just this place she was reluctant to leave, but also the people here...

Qin Youxuan forced herself not to think about it and dared not even hesitate a bit; holding her son, she quickly got into the car.

They left the private villa.

When the car arrived at the Ye Family Villa, Su Yiru and Ye Mingmei were both waiting outside the gate.

Upon seeing Qin Youxuan getting out of the car, they immediately went up to greet her.

"Youxuan..."

Su Yiru still had the matters from the court on her mind and felt somewhat guilty.

Ye Mingmei stood at a distance, even more embarrassed to come forward.

Originally, Su Yiru planned to leave America with Ye Mingmei before Qin Youxuan moved back, but Ye Mingmei suddenly changed her mind and wanted to stay.

Su Yiru couldn’t persuade her otherwise and had to agree.

Now that Qin Youxuan had moved back, everyone faced each other with some awkwardness.

"I can’t say I don’t mind at all about the past, but I’m glad you can stay. I believe father also hopes you can stay by his side. With my return, you don’t have to accommodate me too much. Keep to your usual habits."

Qin Youxuan was the first to break the silence, holding Tingye as she walked toward the Ye Family Villa.

"Move the luggage to my room; unimportant stuff can be put aside for now, make sure to get all of Tingye’s necessities sorted out first." Qin Youxuan held her son, directing the servants as they arranged the room.

Su Yiru quickly followed, helping to arrange the luggage.

Qin Youxuan glanced at her but didn’t refuse.

Since Su Yiru and Ye Mingmei planned to stay, living under the same roof meant they were bound to encounter each other, and they couldn’t cling to the past forever.

"Help hold Tingye for a bit, I’ll make him some milk."

Qin Youxuan couldn’t remember how much wine she drank yesterday. Even though red wine had a low alcohol content and a night had passed with little residual effect, she still dared not breastfeed Tingye these days.

"Me hold him?"

Ye Mingmei stood by the door, hesitating whether to come in or not. Noticing Qin Youxuan looking at her, she hesitated slightly.

Pointed at her own nose, she asked in confusion.

"I’ve never held such a small child, I’m afraid of making him cry," Ye Mingmei said nervously, gripping her skirt tightly.

Yet her eyes held hope, never having thought that Qin Youxuan would allow her to hold her son.

"Everyone has their first time, Tingye doesn’t fear strangers, you can give it a try. He might really cry if he gets hungry later." Qin Youxuan’s eyes twinkled as she walked forward, proactively handing the child to Ye Mingmei, showing her how to hold him.

Su Yiru stood by, not daring to say a word.

She was even more surprised by Qin Youxuan’s generosity.

Taking the initiative to accept her and her mother.

"He really is well-behaved." Ye Mingmei watched the little one sleep peacefully in her arms, her expression involuntarily softening.

Even though she dared not move her tense arms, she still felt a sweet joy in her heart.

This feeling of being trusted felt truly wonderful.

In contrast to the deep emotions of Su Yiru and her daughter, Qin Youxuan seemed indifferent to her own actions, turning around to make milk for Tingye.

After testing the temperature to make sure it wasn’t too hot, she fed the little guy.

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