Song Fengwan chatted with Qiao Aiyun until late at night.

She was just reminding her to pay attention to their limits when dating Fu Chen.

She really wanted to say, “Actually, we’ve already done things past the limit.”

But she was worried that Qiao Aiyun would go crazy if she said this. After all, the thinking of elders was still more traditional and conservative.

“You’re a girl, and you’re still young. Sometimes, you still have to protect yourself. Don’t suddenly call me and say that I’m going to be a grandmother.”

Song Fengwan huddled under the blanket and didn’t say a word.

The two of them got up, washed up, and went straight to lunch. Qiao Aiyun’s flight was at 3 p.m., and Tang Jingci came to see them off.

The moment she saw Qiao Xiyan, she couldn’t help laughing out loud, making a certain someone’s face darken and a cold wind blow.

Song Fengwan was sitting next to Qiao Xiyan. It was almost June, but why did she feel cold all over?

Tang Jingci’s seat was on the other side of Qiao Xiyan. She had just sat down and was chatting with Qiao Aiyun. At this moment…

Her hand on her knee was covered by a dry and rough palm, and it squeezed her hand a few times.

Tang Jingci was caught off guard and almost jumped up. Her face turned pale. When she tried to pull her fingers out, Qiao Xiyan suddenly got up to pour some tea and whispered into her ear.

“No matter how mischievous you are, let’s see if I’ll let you off when Uncle-Master and the others leave,” he said while pouring tea for her. His expression was normal, and he pretended as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Qiao Aiyun was chatting with Song Fengwan with her head turned, so she didn’t notice the abnormality at all.

Yan Wangchuan knew about their relationship, so he naturally observed them more. Seeing the two of them acting so unrestrained, he coughed twice.

“Uncle-Master!” Tang Jingci pulled her hand out. She looked vigilant and a little uneasy.

“Have some tea.” Qiao Xiyan pushed the cup full of tea to her.

“Thank you.” The two of them were still very polite on the surface, but their fingers were intertwined out of view. The skin on her hand was very thin, while his was covered in calluses, feeling rough and thick. As their palms rubbed against each other…

It felt hot and itchy.

Tang Jingci lowered her head and took a sip of tea, wanting to use the tea to suppress the heat in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Xiyan suddenly let go of her hand slightly. Their palms were hot. He didn’t pull his hand back completely but instead gestured in her palm with a calm expression.

Tang Jingci didn’t notice that he was writing at first and only thought that he was deliberately rubbing his calluses against her soft palm.

The heart-piercing ticklish feeling seemed to be teasing her heart. It was simply fatal. It took her breath away.

… Until she felt him writing and discerned it carefully.

Only then did she realize that Qiao Xiyan had written two words.

[He knows.]

“Pfft—” Tang Jingci held back the tea from spurting out of her mouth and instead choked. Her face flushed red.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Qiao Xiyan kindly handed her a tissue to wipe her mouth.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” Tang Jingci covered her face with a tissue. Her heart was pounding wildly. She raised her leg and kicked the person beside her. Why did he only say such a big thing now? He’s deliberately scaring me.

“What happened? Why did you choke all of a sudden?” Qiao Aiyun asked with concern.

“I was careless.” Tang Jingci glanced at Yan Wangchuan from the corner of her eye and felt guilty.

Yan Wangchuan lowered his eyes and drank his tea while watching the interaction between the two of them. He had watched Qiao Xiyan grow up. He looked cold and emotionless, and he really didn’t look like the kind of person who would play tricks on young ladies under the table.

He had this inexplicable feeling in his heart…

The pig raised after so many years suddenly became enlightened.

He was starting to dig into someone else’s cabbage¹.

He felt inexplicably relieved.

He suddenly thought of Little Mr. Yan at home…

A few days ago, on May Day, Old Madam Yan had signed up for an elderly group with a good friend to go overseas to play. She had gone to a famous temple there to beg for something. She said that she hoped that her grandson’s personality wouldn’t be inherited from Yan Wangchuan and that he wouldn’t be like the Qiao family and his uncle.

At the time, Yan Wangchuan had asked, “If he’s unlike me and the Qiao family, wouldn’t that mean his genes mutated?”

“If he’s like you, I’m afraid you won’t be able to see your grandson in your lifetime!” Old Madam Yan shouted at him.

Yan Wangchuan obediently shut up.

To be honest, his son was only a few months old. It was too early for him to worry about a grandson.

But if his personality is like mine…

I’ll probably have to wait another twenty to thirty years to see him dig a cabbage.

Yan Wangchuan took a sip of tea, but he didn’t expect his face to be slapped so quickly. In Old Madam Yan’s words, “Your son is much more promising than you.”