Cheng Ying tore off another duck leg and thrust it directly toward Chi Wu’s mouth—she was feeding him. The two children drove on, chewing the duck, not letting it interfere with their task in the slightest.

As for Fatty Sun, the pair didn't even notice him; they cared nothing about whether he ate or not. Fatty Sun took a deep breath.

They were clearly treating him as if he were invisible. Cheng Ying let out a satisfied burp.

There wasn't much duck left. She wrapped the rest in paper.

“This will have to do for now. A bowl of hot soup when we get home will make everything comfortable.” Chi Wu said, “Scatter a couple of eggs in it.” Cheng Ying clutched her stomach, wanting to eat even more the more she heard.

“Hurry up and drive! You’re making me hungry!” Chi Wu replied, “Got it.

Hold on tight!” Cheng Ying adjusted her posture. She knew Chi Wu’s driving speed; it was honed on mountain roads.

Most people couldn’t handle it. Fatty Sun felt the car accelerate.

After that, his leisure was gone. When they arrived home, Fatty Sun’s legs were weak, just like before.

“Were you two taught by the same master?” Why was the driving so erratic for both of you? Cheng Ying said, “You’ll get used to it with practice, Uncle.

You’re just too timid.” The two walked into the courtyard, completely ignoring the fatty trailing behind them. Chi Wu didn't care that it was nearly midnight.

“Grandma, I’m back!” That shout was a bit disruptive at this hour. Cheng Ying hissed, “Quiet down, the old lady should be asleep.” Chi Wu retorted, “She won’t be.

Grandma never sleeps soundly until we’re back.” Before he finished speaking, the neatly dressed old lady threw open the padded curtain and emerged. “Why are you running around so late?

I almost told Yingzi not to worry about the cost, just prioritize safety. I regret ever saying that; why worry about money?

Look at you coming back in the middle of the night. Come in quickly!” Aunt Gan followed behind the old lady, thinking to herself that the grandmother worried about her granddaughter far more than she worried about money.

Fatty Sun felt a surge of warmth; finally, he saw family. Then he looked at his wife under the lamplight.

He had only one thought: It’s so good to be alive to see you. These two troublesome kids are even more wicked than I am.

He desperately wanted to go over and embrace his wife, if only his feet weren't wobbling so much. The old lady set down a table.

“Driving around this late, you must not have eaten properly. I saved food for you.” Fatty Sun, halfway there, turned back and retrieved the roast duck from the car.

He was, after all, just their attendant. Thankfully, he wasn't the one paying for the duck.

Fatty Sun thought that he should give his wife a whole duck, otherwise, he’d feel unbalanced. When he saw the hot meal the old lady served, Fatty Sun’s eyes welled up with emotion.

Someone actually cared for him. Look how thoughtful the old lady was.

Cheng Ying got onto the warm kang bed and invited Aunt Gan and the old lady to join her on the kang to eat the roast duck, while she ate her staple food on the side. Just eating duck wouldn't fill her up.

Chi Wu didn’t get on the kang, saying he needed to wash his face. A moment later, he brought out a basin of egg drop soup.

Fatty Sun raised an eyebrow at the boy. This kid certainly knew how to put in effort.

Cheng Ying drank several bowls of the egg soup, sighing, “I’ve finally come back to life.” Chi Wu nodded. “Yes.

I just wanted something warm inside the car. Grandma’s porridge is good, but it lacks substance.

Eating out was torture. Teacher certainly doesn’t treat us to good food.” The old lady exclaimed, “Oh, you’ve been wronged, have you?

Tomorrow Grandma will make you dumplings stuffed with pork and scallions, with extra oil!” Chi Wu nodded. “Grandma, I miss your dumplings.” Fatty Sun took a deep breath.

He wouldn’t provoke any of them. This kid even knew how to placate his grandmother; he was much more capable than Fatty Sun.

He broke off a duck leg for his own wife and placed it in her bowl. I need to learn this boy’s skills; how can I not have a close, devoted wife?

Aunt Gan blushed slightly. How many duck legs had that been?

It felt like they were grabbing food. It was so embarrassing; she didn't dare look at anyone else at the table.

The old lady chuckled, “Oh, Dongzi knows how to dote on his wife. Eat, eat it all.” Aunt Gan wanted to kick Sun Dongzi twice.

The heartless wretch, he was doing this deliberately to annoy her. Fatty Sun felt that his own attempts at learning were not precise enough; the results were clearly different.

The old lady arranged for Sun Dong to sleep in the same room as Chi Wu, while she took her granddaughter and her adopted daughter-in-law to another room to rest. As for why Chi Wu and the others returned at this hour, the old lady probably didn't even stop to think about it.

When they woke up the next morning, it was already past ten. They had gone to bed late and slept in late.

After eating, Cheng Ying finally had the chance to ask Chi Wu the reason for the fight. Chi Wu felt exceptionally pleased.

Yingzi first ensured his safety before asking about the cause. This was true kinship, and even more so, true love.

When he thought of that word, Chi Wu’s face flushed. Thinking about it made him blush.

Cheng Ying looked at Chi Wu’s hesitant expression. Had he found some girl outside?

“Is the fight something difficult to talk about? It wasn't a heroic rescue of a beauty, was it?” The only reason a young man would blush like this was usually that.

Chi Wu quickly clarified; this kind of misunderstanding could not be allowed to happen, as it would affect their relationship. “No, it wasn’t a rescue, nor was it me playing the hero.

I was just joining them for a meal. Weren’t there several girls there?

They were causing a huge ruckus while eating. A few thugs nearby were making crude remarks.

Qingfang was arrogant and difficult, and she got into a confrontation. The guys nearby were quite drunk, and then it escalated into a fight.

Since I was out with people, I couldn’t just stand by, could I? Besides, those thugs were skilled at causing trouble, but terrible at fighting.

If I hadn’t stepped in, those thugs would have beaten them up. So, I had to intervene.” Chi Wu rarely talked much, but if he didn't explain this clearly, rumors would spread, eventually turning into a story where he, Chi Wu, heroically saved the day, and the object of his rescue was Qingfang.

Others might misunderstand, but Cheng Ying could not. Chi Wu needed to be clear about this.

Cheng Ying thought to herself, why is he saying so much if he’s not guilty? But Qingfang, that unfortunate girl, perhaps it was best to let it go.

She would pretend not to know. It was time to start brainwashing her own child now.

Better to find a gentle, considerate, sensible, and caring wife. Cheng Ying said, “You were still stepping up for justice.

But why is that troublesome child so restless? You should just break up with her.” This was the first time Cheng Ying had expressed dissatisfaction with Qingfang.

It was fine if she admired their boy, but involving their boy in danger was absolutely unforgivable. Chi Wu’s mood soured.

What did she mean, 'break up'? They were never even together in the first place.

Cheng Ying saw Chi Wu’s expression darken. “That first love is meant to be remembered; no one marries their first love.

That creates obstacles for future memories. It’s nothing.

You will definitely meet the best person later, and when people ask about your first love in the future, you’ll have a story to tell. Isn't that great?” Chi Wu pursed his lips.

“I’ve never been in love.” Cheng Ying beamed. “That’s even better; we skip the heartbreak entirely.

I just think that girl is quite pretty, but so troublesome. Sister tells you, a spendthrift wife brings distress to three generations.

You shouldn’t want a woman like that.” She was truly angry now. The key was that because of this girl, Cheng Ying had lost ten thousand yuan and a ginseng root.

Cheng Ying felt stifled; it wasn’t even her own brother causing trouble, damn it, what a loss. Chi Wu snorted.

He thought that his first love would certainly succeed, and then he looked at Cheng Ying, his eyes heating up with affection. Cheng Ying kept nagging.

“What kind of taste does your grandma have? Look how wonderful my mother is.

She insists on making things difficult. I can’t even be bothered to talk about her.

If things had gone according to her taste, you, right now, would certainly be in deep trouble.” Saying that, she remembered. This was Chi Wu’s own grandmother; gossiping about family was inappropriate.

She pursed her lips and stopped, unable to resist adding one more jab: “That unfortunate girl doesn’t even know how to care for people. Look how thickly she dressed; why didn’t she just freeze to death?” Chi Wu looked at Cheng Ying, feeling an inexpressible sweetness.

Cheng Ying disliked Qingfang, but it was mainly because Qingfang’s clothes made him catch a cold. What kind of dynamic was this?

He was the most important person in Cheng Ying’s heart. Maybe Yingzi was jealous too.

Thinking about the future, everything looked bright. Chi Wu spoke softly, “It’s fine.

In the future, I won’t live with my grandma. I’ll have Dad, and there’s Xiao Ye too.” He was telling Cheng Ying that the two of them could live a quiet, peaceful life.

Cheng Ying sighed. “You might be peaceful, but my mom will be impossible to avoid.

How annoying that will be.” Chi Wu thought, as long as the two of us are good, it’s fine. However, Cheng Ying was only thinking about his mother, not others.

The matter passed just like that. Except for Cheng Ying telling Chi Wu she disliked Qingfang, essentially nothing changed; life continued as usual.

Chi Wu returned to school to report. Since he was back, he had to link up with the main group.

The next day, Fatty Sun was busy arranging their return to his hometown. He was so dedicated, it was as if he were returning to his own home.

Cheng Ying thought that she was going for Aunt Gan’s sake, but having Fatty Sun around was quite nice too. At least when things got complicated in Beijing, she felt much more confident; this man had extensive connections.

And his acquaintances were of a decent caliber. Cheng Ying knew this because of what she overheard at the hospital reception desk.

Getting appointments for their patients was difficult. Because these patients weren't just anyone who could be seen casually.

Just how high-ranking were these people? Yang Zhi and Chi Yong still didn't have time; they were busy at year-end.

So, the ones returning were the old lady leading the three children, plus the newly recognized son and daughter-in-law. It must be said that Aunt Gan also had no time at the end of the year; she was on the same level as Chi Yong.

But she took special leave to see the doctor. Everyone knew Aunt Gan still hadn't had children.

Fatty Sun specially drove a car so he wouldn’t have to play chicken with Chi Wu and the others. Seating arrangements in the cars were also strictly segregated.

Originally, Fatty Sun felt his car wasn't prestigious enough. He never drove it near the old lady, waiting until he could trade it for a better one before showing off.

Now, for the sake of his life, he could put vanity aside. Cheng Ying was thrilled.

With so many things, she no longer had to worry about how to transport them back. The old lady was displeased.

“Such a fuss! We could squeeze in.

Driving two cars back and forth, don’t you care about the gasoline cost?” Fatty Sun flushed. He hadn't considered the cost from this perspective before.

To be honest, the cost of fuel was never something he paid close attention to, even if he wasn't as extravagant as his grand-niece. Aunt Gan walked over.

“Mom is right. I didn’t want to say it, but you’re not frugal.” Fatty Sun’s face darkened.

When it came time to load up, Fatty Sun regretted it even more. His own car was packed to the brim, with barely any room for a person.

His own wife sat in Cheng Ying’s car with the old lady. Fatty Sun thought grimly, although I am safe, my wife is in danger.

He suggested very seriously, “Mom, you and Lanzi should take my car. These two kids can drive their own car.” The old lady gave her adopted son some face and didn't mention that his car looked less shiny than the other one.

“Your car is stuffed with things; it would be too much hassle to move them around. Lanzi and I will manage here.” With that, she pulled her daughter-in-law into the car, leaving Fatty Sun in a state of conflict.

Chi Wu drove, and they left first. Fatty Sun followed miserably behind.

Then he regretted it. Was this even driving?

Why wasn't the speed the same as that wild night? He never exceeded sixty miles per hour.

Was he intentionally messing with him?