"Rest assured, I won’t mention anything about your previous hospital stay," An Yin said, blinking her round, glistening eyes. Huang Yiyi’s eyelashes trembled gently, as if a warm current flowed through her heart. "I know." Her words were full of trust. An Yin felt relieved. Originally wanting to say no more, Huang Yiyi turned her head and quietly looked at An Yin’s dazzling face, seeming to speak casually, "Are you very familiar with Mr. Bo?" At first, An Yin didn’t realize who she was referring to, but after a few seconds of dullness, she finally responded, "No, not familiar." Ever since she discovered her complicated feelings towards this man, An Yin could never keep calm when facing questions about him. Her guilty appearance was noticed by Huang Yiyi. Huang Yiyi seemed indifferent to what she had to say, and said to herself, "An Yin, Mr. Bo and people in his circle don’t lack the love of women, so when dealing with them, don’t get too involved." An Yin noticed that as she spoke, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if with a hint of melancholy. What made An Yin feel even stranger were her words. At this moment, An Yin thought these words were meant for herself, so she didn’t take them to heart. After Huang Yiyi finished speaking, she looked at An Yin’s puzzled expression and didn’t continue the topic. When they reached the clinic, Huang Yiyi noticed An Yin holding items in both hands, and didn’t bother to suggest lending her the umbrella. After saying goodbye to each other, An Yin hurried home along the shops. While climbing the stairs, she happened to see Grandma Wu coming downstairs. "You went grocery shopping." Having talked too much, Grandma Wu felt her mouth dry and swallowed several times to feel better. "Yes." An Yin looked up at her and greeted sweetly, "Grandma Wu." "Good child." Grandma Wu praised her without reservation, "Take good care of your mom these days." Seeing the girl carrying so many things, Grandma Wu moved toward the corner to let her pass first. "Thank you, Grandma Wu." An Yin said shyly. After walking for so long, she stood gasping when she got home. Aunt Zhang quickly stepped forward, took the bags from her hand, and carried them to the kitchen, while reminding her, "Go wash your face. You’re all sweaty." "Okay." An Yin followed Aunt Zhang. After washing her face, An Yin went directly to An Ying’s bedroom. Seeing a cup of tea on the chair by the bed, she asked curiously, "Mom, did someone come to our house?" "Aunt Wu sat here for a while just now," An Ying replied. An Ying did not look up, her eyes like calm autumn waters focused on the newspaper in her hand, engrossed in reading. An Yin always knew Ms. An had a habit of reading newspapers and didn’t think much about it, "I bought meat, so we can make dumplings later." "Okay," An Ying responded perfunctorily. Seeing Ms. An’s absent-minded look, An Yin snorted disapprovingly and turned to leave, just to hear An Ying speak again. "Later, take my phone to get it repaired." When she had jumped from downstairs before, she had held the phone firmly. When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital, and later the doctor said that while she was unconscious, she had been holding the phone tightly, making it difficult for them to take it away. When the doctor returned the phone to her, An Ying found its screen shattered. "Got it." An Yin nodded and left the bedroom to help Aunt Zhang cook. Inside the bedroom, An Ying sighed lightly. The fact that she was keeping her job a secret from her daughter, she could hide it for as long as possible. As for that job, it’s impossible for her to go back. The hospital expenses this time were covered by Su Jianteng, and An Ying didn’t refuse. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been hurt. In the hall, the maids stood on both sides, trembling with fear, not even daring to breathe too loudly. Madam Su sat on the sofa at the moment. Even with her exquisite makeup, she couldn’t hide her exhausted appearance. Old Hu stood by her side, wanting to say something several times, but seeing her furious expression, he held back. "Old Hu," Madam Su snorted coldly. Old Hu stepped forward two steps. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 "Do you think this rumor is true?" Madam Su almost gritted her teeth as she spoke. Old Hu’s eyes moved slightly, and in a flattering tone, he said, "Everyone knows how well Mr. Su treats Madam, you don’t need to pay attention to what others say." "Hmph, I shouldn’t have asked you." Madam Su glanced at Old Hu and snorted coldly. The reason why she was so angry was just because one of the ladies had told her in front of everyone during their tea gathering today that her husband had been close to a woman before. Madam Su didn’t pay attention at that moment, thinking she knew well enough what kind of person Su Jianteng was. What shocked her was when the lady said she saw that vixen in the hospital, and more so, when she sent someone to inquire, they found out the vixen was pregnant. When the lady finished speaking, everyone was waiting to see Madam Su’s reaction. Obviously, the ladies were disappointed. As time passed, second by second. In the silent hall, the maids held their breath, avoiding any mistakes at this time. When the sound of the car engine was heard outside, everyone lowered their heads. "All of you, leave." Madam Su squinted her eyes, her gaze had a trace of solemnity. Everyone quietly left, even Old Hu walked away. Su Jianteng entered the room wearing a light gray trench coat. Seeing his wife sitting in the center, he smiled, reflexively took off his coat, but when he looked around, he noticed there were no servants in the spacious hall. He scolded unhappily, "Where are the servants? Is there no order in this house?" His voice was loud, yet despite his words, no servants appeared. Looking at his wife sitting upright on the sofa, his expression turned stern, he said, "You should also have time to manage these people." After speaking, he casually tossed the trench coat onto a chair, sat down slowly next to his wife, and lazily draped one arm over the back of the sofa. Just as he was about to close his eyes for a nap, he faintly realized something was wrong with the atmosphere. Su Jianteng turned his head, his sharp gaze fell on his wife. Thinking it was his harsh tone earlier that caused her cold expression, he adjusted his mood and forced a smile, "You’re working hard managing everything at home. I was only cranky because of the constant issues with the company projects lately." After he finished speaking, there was no change in Madam Su’s expression. Su Jianteng sat up straight, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder, "Honey, you..." "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands."