Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time
Chapter 232: Turning the Tables

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Turning the Tables

After pondering for a while, Wan Chu’er went down to the living room again, only to see Old Sir Zhong alone there, staring out the window in a daze.

Xiao Bai and Lishan were nowhere to be seen.

In the empty house, it was eerily silent, and the old man’s expression was very forlorn.

This sight made Wan Chu’er feel a bit heartbroken, so she took a deep breath and deliberately made some noise.

Old Sir Zhong turned to glance at her.

The hope in the old man’s eyes stung Wan Chu’er’s conscience for a moment.

She went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and brought them over to Old Sir Zhong.

"Did you have someone put the fresh flowers in my room?"

Old Sir Zhong looked out the window at the mottled light and shadows and slowly said,

"When your grandmother was young, she really loved fresh flowers. Every time she went out, she would always pick a bunch of wildflowers on her way back. Although we weren’t well off back then, those flowers would always brighten up the house.

Your grandmother was a woman with a clever mind and skilled hands."

This was the first time Wan Chu’er had heard Old Sir Zhong mention her grandmother, and it seemed filled with endless attachment and remembrance.

After a while, she said, "The flowers are pretty nice, thank you. You should go to rest early," and then she turned and went upstairs.

Old Sir Zhong listened to the fading sound of Wan Chu’er’s footsteps and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Such a stubborn girl.

The next morning, Wan Chu’er woke up at six o’clock. She took a deep breath, changed into her running gear, and went out to jog along the lake.

The morning air was exceptionally fresh, and the slight chill was very comfortable.

This place was indeed nice.

Since she had classes in the morning, she stopped after running for half an hour.

Upon arriving home, she saw Grandpa Zhong practicing Tai Chi in the small courtyard in front of the house. Wan Chu’er watched for a moment, greeted him with a "good morning," and then went inside.

First, she called Xiao Bai to get up and make some millet porridge, then she went back to her room to wash up.

Xiao Bai, yawning endlessly, muttered a few words, took out his phone to call Yan Hui, and then fell back asleep.

Last night, he was pleasantly surprised to learn that both Yan Hui and Lishan were adopted by Old Sir Zhong from the orphanage, and that the house originally belonged to Yan Hui.

So naturally, he took the opportunity and stopped being polite with Yan Hui, directly borrowing Yan Hui’s housekeeper to come over and cook.

By the time Wan Chu’er was done washing up and had packed her things, she came downstairs and smelled the strong scent of millet porridge.

Well, Xiao Bai can really make a good millet porridge.

But as soon as she finished that thought, she saw a middle-aged woman with a round face carrying out a pot of porridge.

Wan Chu’er was stunned; she didn’t recognize this person.

She subconsciously looked around for the others and then saw Yan Hui sitting properly at the dining table.

"Eh, Mr. Yan, what are you doing at my house?"

Yan Hui smiled and said, "Mrs. Zhu from my house came over to make breakfast for you, so I had no choice but to come over and eat as well. Come and have breakfast, Mrs. Zhu is quite skilled."

Wan Chu’er smiled goofily, baring her teeth, and casually greeted Old Sir Zhong and Lishan.

"I’m sorry for troubling you, Mr. Yan."

Yan Hui said, "No need to be polite with me."

Old Sir Zhong harrumphed in dissatisfaction; this girl indeed saw no one else once she saw Yan Hui.

Lishan watched Wan Chu’er, who was brimming with joy, and was momentarily stunned.

Noticing Old Sir Zhong’s dissatisfaction, Yan Hui asked with concern,

"Grandpa Zhong, how do you like breakfast? If there’s anything you’d like to eat, just let Mrs. Zhu know; Mrs. Zhu’s skills even surpass those of Aunt Zheng."

Aunt Zheng must be Zheng Yun’s mother, Wan Chu’er thought to herself, how does Yan Hui know Zheng Yun’s mother? Could it be that Yan Hui and Old Sir Zhong have known each other a long time ago?

Old Zheng made a sound of acknowledgment, indicating for him to move the food closer to Wan Chu’er.

Wan Chu’er watched the two of them for a while, then suddenly asked Li Shan, "Brother Lishan, who has spent more time with Old Sir Zhong? You or Mr. Yan?"

Li Shan answered directly, "Me."

Old Sir Zhong and Yan Hui immediately caught on, and both looked at Wan Chu’er somewhat nervously for a moment.

Wan Chu’er narrowed her eyes and snorted, rising to head upstairs.

"Bai Qiyan, come out!"

Soon after, Wan Chu’er’s furious shouts could be heard from upstairs; below, Yan Hui and Li Shan exchanged glances, and Old Sir Zhong remarked, "Has a bigger temper than me."

Even though no names were mentioned, everyone knew that he was talking about Wan Chu’er.

Wan Chu’er beat up Xiao Bai to vent her anger.

Xiao Bai, who had been beaten black and blue, mournfully said with a pitiful face, "Big sister, what did I do wrong? Even enemies don’t beat people up like this!"

Wan Chu’er glared at him furiously and pointed a finger at him, "You are my enemy!"

"What’s really going on with this house?"

Hearing this, Xiao Bai entirely woke up, feeling shocked inwardly, and asked with confusion, "What’s wrong with this house? Is there something wrong?"

Wan Chu’er asked, "Does this house have anything to do with Yan Hui? Does it have anything to do with that old man? Why didn’t you tell me that Yan Hui and that old man already knew each other?"

Xiao Bai breathed a sigh of relief; it was just this issue, and there was no solid proof, so that was good.

With a look of grievance, he said, "How would I know Yan Hui is acquainted with them? I only found out last night when you said you met Yan Hui, so I happily went out to quickly make friends with Yan Hui.

We started talking, and then I learned Yan Hui knew Old Sir Zhong. Only then did Mr. Yan discover that Old Sir Zhong was actually living in our house.

He said that Old Sir Zhong was such an important person, we couldn’t neglect him, so he agreed to lend us his maid to cook for us."

Wan Chu’er watched him with suspicion, "Really? You really didn’t know beforehand?"

Xiao Bai saw there was hope and immediately put on a serious face, saying, "Of course it’s true. You’ve seen Yan Hui more times than I have. Did you notice? You didn’t notice, so how could I?"

"I’m truly wronged!"

Then Xiao Bai redoubled his efforts and countered, "I say, my dear lady, can you not be so impulsive in the future? You don’t trust me and you suspect me at will. If you keep this up, I’m going to break off ties with you, and I’ll return to Wutong County!"

For a moment, Wan Chu’er thought she really had wronged Xiao Bai and sheepishly said:

"Uh...Second Brother, sorry about that, keep sleeping, keep sleeping. The food made by Mrs. Zhu from Yan Hui’s place is indeed good, I’ll ask her to save some extra for you."

Xiao Bai finally regained his footing and threw a pillow at Wan Chu’er, "Get lost!"

Wan Chu’er deftly ducked and quickly fled downstairs.

As soon as she got downstairs, the three people at the dining table all looked her way.

Wan Chu’er pretended to be calm, "Today’s food is really delicious. I went upstairs to call Xiao Bai down to eat, but he wants to sleep a bit longer, Mrs. Zhu please save some extra food for my Second Brother."

"Mr. Yan, thank you, and you’re welcome to visit my home often.

Old man, eat more,

Brother Lishan, don’t be shy, help yourself to more."

Old Sir Zhong: "..."

Yan Hui: "..."

Li Shan: "..."

All three thought to themselves, Xiao Bai upstairs really had a way with words.

Wan Chu’er ate a few more bites, then said, "I’ll be going first." If she didn’t leave now, she’d be late.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "I also need to go to work now, I can give you a lift."

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