Chapter 141 (2/2)

Seeing Yan Han finished practicing his sword dance, Nan Xun no longer care about little eight. She walked over with the long prepared towels and wiped his sweat, then said, “How can there be so much sweat? Blame yourself, you have to toss around this morning, now it became late after tossing around and the sun is out.”

Yan Han pulled her into his arms and laughed, “Well, it’s this husband’s fault. I’ll take furen’s scolding.”

“Xun Xun, I want to eat the mung bean cake you usually make.” Yan Han said suddenly.

“I’ll make it for you now.” Nan Xun said with a smile, escaping from his arms and turning to the kitchen.

After the person left, Yan Han suddenly covered his chest, and the sweetness rising from his throat was swallowed back by him.

At noon, Nan Yue next door led a five-year-old little dumpling to Yan House.

Nan Yue is Cuihuan. When she left with Nan Xun, she changed her name to Nan Yue. Nan Xun wanted her to be her sister, but for little Cuihuan, some hierarchy concepts were deepy ingrained. She still called Nan Xun “furen”.

At first, Cuihuan didn’t want to marry anyone. She wanted to stay in Yan House to serve the two. So, she spent four years. Nan Xun really didn’t want to delay such a good girl, so she had the cheek to say that it was inconvenient for her and Yan Han that she was there.1

Cuihuan didn’t expect that she would cause trouble for her furen and was a little confused.

However, she soon found that her laoye was there and she didn’t need to do anything for her furen. She appeared to be redundant. At that time, Landlord Zhang was courting Cuihuan and Cuihuan agreed. The only condition was to live next to her furen.

The outsider liked Cuihuan very much, and soon bought the house next to Yan House at a high price. After renovating it, he married Cuihuan.

Nan Xun saw the little dumpling held in her arms. She laughed and teased: “Little stone, why does it seem that you gotten fatter again? I can’t hold you anymore.”

Little stone’s face shrunk and said: “I said I wanted to eat less, but father always asks me to eat more. Now even Aunt Xun scorns me.”

Nan Xun was amused by him.

Cuihuan beside her mentioned again, “Furen, if you like little stone so much, you can adopt him as your son.”

Cuihuan also learned later on that her furen couldn’t get pregnant for a lifetime after drinking infertility soup. She resented Yan Han for being unworthy of her, but she smiled and winked at her and made a silent gesture. “I can only tell you a secret. Even if I didn’t take that infertility soup, I couldn’t get pregnant for a lifetime. Yan Han has always been guilty of this matter, but I destroyed his throne, so he wasn’t angry. If I really wanted to hate him, then he should also hate me.”

Although Cuihuan didn’t quite understand Nan Xun’s words, but she heard that furen didn’t blame Yan Han at all. She wasn’t bothered by this matter anymore and pouted, “Furen, you let it go. How laoye dotes on you is incomparable with my family’s laoye.”

Despite this, her face was filled with sweetness and happiness.

Nan Xun looked at her and smiled. Suddenly she felt that time had passed, and the years were quiet.

It would be nice to live such a life, however, only if.

Another year passed by, and the big boss’s evil value still remained at 0.5 and little eight wanted to give up.

But at this time, the big boss caught a cold and suddenly became very sick.