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Chapter 425: I Thought, You Were Lying to Me

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: I Thought, You Were Lying to Me

No matter how slim that possibility was, Zhu Qianying thought, maybe, she should encourage her mother to find her second spring.

"Shall I consult with sister Huai and look at the calendar to choose a day?"

"Um, Xiao Yu and I have no objection."

The mother and daughter only spent about ten minutes in front of the shop, and when they got back home, it was just a little past ten.

While Chen Jing was busy putting away the food they had picked up from the supermarket, Zhu Qianying sent a message to Mr. Yan to let him know they were safe.

The message had only been sent a few seconds when Zhu Qianying’s phone rang. It was indeed, Mr. Yan.

Originally, Zhu Qianying had chosen to send a message for fear of disturbing Mr. Yan at work. Now, she naturally hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Ying’er, are you home?"

In fact, although Zhu Qianying’s message was simple, she had clearly stated that she was home. Mr. Yan’s question seemed more like he was searching for a topic to talk about.

"Yes, I hope I didn’t bother you?"

Zhu Qianying thought his call was entirely unnecessary, yet she didn’t feel it would be appropriate to say it directly.

"No, I just finished a meeting. I was about to call and check on you when I received your message."

Over the phone, there came the sound of papers rustling.

Zhu Qianying guessed that he must be quite busy recently.

Although he had only briefly mentioned the issue of Yi Wang Real Estate, Zhu Qianying had heard some rumors from Xing Bailun and the others that Yi Wang Real Estate was up to no good and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were targeting Yanhuang Group.

"Well then, you carry on with your work. The house hasn’t been occupied for a while, so I need to clean up," Zhu Qianying didn’t want to delay his work and was about to hang up the phone.

But Mr. Yan spoke before she could hang up, "This morning when I took our son to school, he said he wanted to come home and have dinner with you. I’ll pick him up after work and bring him home. Can you please tell my mother to prepare dinner for him and me?"

Only then did Zhu Qianying realize that the real purpose of Mr. Yan’s call was not to check in, but to arrange dinner.

"Also, the wound on your hand hasn’t fully healed yet, so don’t do any housework for now. I’ve asked Qin Xiu to hire a part-time maid who will come over to clean up every day at half past ten. Now, she should be arriving soon. Her last name is Lan."

As soon as Mr. Yan finished his sentence over the phone, Zhu Qianying heard the doorbell ring.

"I got it. She must be here now. You go back to your work, let’s hang up first."

When Zhu Qianying opened the door, standing outside the iron gate was indeed the maid Mr. Yan had mentioned whose last name was Lan.

With the part-time maid helping with the cleaning, Zhu Qianying’s burden was significantly lighter. She was only responsible for tidying up her clothes. After she had eaten lunch, she took a good nap.

It was a little past six in the evening when the doorbell rang again. When Zhu Qianying opened the door, what caught her eyes was not the face of Mr. Yan or their son, but a large bouquet of fiery red roses.

"Mommy, the flowers are from daddy and me. Do you like them?"

Only then did Zhu Qianying’s eyes move from the red roses to her son’s face, which was beaming brighter than the flowers.

"Of course I like them, thank you, my sweetheart!"

Zhu Qianying squatted down and affectionately kissed her chubby-faced son.

She stood back up and met Mr. Yan’s smiling face.

When Zhu Qianying looked at him, Mr. Yan blinked at her and pointed to his own cheek, "What about me?"

At first, Zhu Qianying didn’t want to respond to him. But then, she pressed her finger against her lips and lightly touched his cheek with her finger.

"That’s it. Come inside and wash your face for dinner."

Zhu Qianying said, taking the large bouquet of roses from Mr. Yan and thanking him before turning to go inside the house.

"Ying’er, give our son a spare key!"

Mr. Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, touching his face that had been indirectly kissed, then holding his son’s hand, followed Zhu Qianying into the house.

"We’ll see..."

How could Zhu Qianying not know what Mr. Yan was thinking?

By giving their son a spare key, wouldn’t he be able to get one too?

But she wasn’t sure yet whether she should trust him or give him another chance!

How could she possibly give him the key?

Zhu Qianying placed the bouquet on the table, found a vase from the storage cabinet, carefully arranged the flowers, and put them on the coffee table.

"Zi Zi said you like roses, is that true?"

Mr. Yan, who had just come back from the balcony having washed his face, happened to see Zhu Qianying sticking her nose into the flowers.

"Yes!"

Zhu Qianying still thought that Mr. Yan remembered.

Once upon a time, on their wedding day, he had asked her a question about roses. Her answer then was the same as it was now.

It turned out that he didn’t remember; he had just heard about her preferences from their son.

Zhu Qianying stared at the dew-covered petals and fell into deep nostalgia, whereas Mr. Yan just stood silently beside her, watching her.

After a while, Mr. Yan slowly began to speak.

"Actually, I thought you were lying to me!"

"Huh?" Zhu Qianying didn’t immediately understand what he was referring to by "lying".

Mr. Yan first looked at the blooming roses in the vase, and then turned his gaze back to Zhu Qianying’s face.

"Do you remember? On our wedding day, the entire corridor on the second floor was filled with roses. At that time, I asked you if they looked beautiful, and you said they were."

Zhu Qianying stared at him in disbelief!

"Back then I thought you didn’t like roses. You said you liked beautiful flowers, lively scenes, and everything mundane and common in the world."

"At that time, I thought you were just humoring me."

"But as it turns out, that wasn’t the case?"

Mr. Yan’s eyes were focused and profound, unblinkingly fixed on Zhu Qianying, as if trying to peer into her soul.

Zhu Qianying, having listened to his explanation, didn’t know whether to nod or shake her head.

It turned out he really remembered!

"I wasn’t humoring you, I really do like roses."

It wasn’t until this moment that she realized she had indeed been often perfunctory towards him in many things in the past.

Turns out, he knew from the beginning she was doing it.

She thought he didn’t care, so he wouldn’t know even if she was being perfunctory.

"In fact, I like all kinds of beautiful flowers, or to be more accurate, I like all good things with strong vitality." Zhu Qianying looked at Mr. Yan seriously and said.

Mr. Yan then nodded earnestly in response.

"Um, I understand."

After speaking, both of them shared a laugh at the same time.

Whatever happened in the past, whether it was perfunctory or deceptive, it is all in the past and no longer important.

What’s important is that starting from today, they will try to be candid with each other about their thoughts, just like earlier.

"Mommy, Daddy, let’s eat! Grandma made my favorite cheese-baked lobster today, yummy!"

Their little glutton washed his hands quickly and went into the kitchen. Upon learning there was his favorite dish, he started to fuss about hurrying up and having dinner.

Zhu Qianying swiftly turned around to help, but was pulled back by Mr. Yan.

"Let me do it, you go and sit down."