In the hall, the always indifferent and aloof Bao Yun casually asked. After he spoke, Housekeeper Liu looked up, gazing at Old Madam Bao sitting in the main seat. Old Madam Bao didn’t expect such a coincidence either; the young girl just happened to have the surname "An." As she noticed her son’s gaze land on her, Old Madam Bao furrowed her brows, feigning a relaxed tone, "Just a younger person who wants to visit me." Housekeeper Liu bowed, listening quietly. "Do we have relatives with the surname ’An’?" Bao Yun’s eyes were clear, looking at the green potted plant in the corner, a seemingly casual remark, yet it made Old Madam Bao’s face twitch. A relative with the surname "An"? Of course, Old Madam Bao knew her son was implying something else. Instead of following up on Bao Yun’s words, she looked towards Housekeeper Liu in the distance, her lips, tinted purple-red, lightly parted, "Zhenxing, since A Yun is back home, help me send the person away." Housekeeper Liu slightly raised his head, glanced at Old Madam Bao, seeing her face solemnly serious, he bowed, "Alright." Having said that, Housekeeper Liu turned around to leave. "Uncle Liu, wait for me outside for a moment, I brought back some fresh tea leaves, accompany me later to get some." Bao Yun timely spoke up. Housekeeper Liu’s gaze shifted back and forth between Bao Yun and Old Madam Bao, "Alright." Housekeeper Liu exited the hall, standing guard outside. Old Madam Bao sat upright on the soft chair, Bao Yun’s words brought her mixed emotions. Sadness because he wasn’t willing to stay long. Happiness because he actually brought tea leaves for her, which meant she still had a place in his heart. Old Madam Bao raised her eyebrows, seeing him standing casually, exuding an air of noble elegance; her son, in his fifties, still possessed a handsome visage. Old Madam Bao’s eyes flickered with hesitation, after a long while, she softly said, "You’ve been alone all these years, without anyone by your side who understands you, why not let me arrange for someone to be with you." "Mom, my place isn’t suitable for a woman to live." Bao Yun directly rejected her good intentions. "Why not, you come home, I’m..." "Mom, I’d rather spend my life with the breeze and moonlight than find another woman." Bao Yun’s gaze lingered on Old Madam Bao, the determination in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. "Hmph..." Old Madam Bao gave a bitter smile, her mouth twisted with a hint of bitterness, "Ultimately, it’s still about blaming me, isn’t it!" Her voice trailed off, like a young bird falling into a valley with mournful cries. "Mom, overthinking harms the body. Take care." Bao Yun briefly lifted his eyelids. "If any of you truly wished for my longevity, why would you go against me?" Old Madam Bao’s cold eyes scanned her son right in front of her. Perhaps because of those years in the temple, despite Old Madam Bao’s emotional upheaval, Bao Yun’s face remained unchanged, seemingly very gentle. "Mom, calm your anger!" Old Madam Bao looked at her son, his eyes like an unfathomable lake, eerily calm. She let out a long sigh, waiting for the pain in her heart to subside, Old Madam Bao closed her eyes, waving her hand in Bao Yun’s direction, "You may go now!" She spoke woodenly, her face showing a trace of empty despair. "Alright." Bao Yun glanced at her once, "Then I’ll be leaving now." With that said, his light footsteps could be heard. Old Madam Bao quickly opened her eyes, seeing her son’s straight back grow distant until it disappeared before the door; her lips slightly parted, attempting to call him back, but as if remembering something, in the end, Old Madam Bao said nothing. The dampness of her sleeve seeped into her wrists, yet she, who had always feared the cold, did not feel any chill. At this moment, nothing compared to the coldness in her heart! Clearly he was her most beloved son, the son she had the highest hopes for, now the two were not quite enemies, but there was little difference. Old Madam Bao took a deep breath, the wrinkles on her forehead seemed to increase by a few lines. In the Bao Family courtyard. An Yin stood dazedly under the corridor. From the moment she entered this traditionally-designed building, she didn’t dare to take a deep breath. Around, the unsmiling servants stood straight. Since stepping into this house, she couldn’t remember how many servants she had seen, glancing at several places of beautiful scenery. With each stop, the surrounding architectural styles varied—courtyards grand and mighty, small bridges over flowing water poetically... Standing for a long time, An Yin’s calves felt a bit sore. She slowly raised her head, looking around, not knowing her current location. Just as she was disoriented and helpless, her phone rang, making her nervously take it out. Seeing the caller ID, she answered the call immediately. "Where are you?" The man’s breath was chaotic, sounding very irritable. An Yin was frightened by his tone, holding the phone with unease, "Bao, Bao Shaojin, what’s wrong?" Her voice was soft and gentle, unconsciously calming the man down gradually. "Tell me, where are you?" The man asked firmly again. An Yin’s feelings were easily influenced by others, her big eyes blinked, soft and slow, "I’m afraid you might not believe me if I tell you." An Yin didn’t know how to tell the man that she was at his home, absurd as it might sound! Bao Shaojin suddenly stated. "Ah, you know." An Yin raised her voice, questioning. The girl’s carefree tone allowed Bao Shaojin to somewhat guess the situation at the Bao Family, he said in a low voice, "Stay put, wait to leave obediently with the second uncle." "Second, second uncle?" An Yin repeated his words in confusion. "The one who examined your pulse before." Bao Shaojin said in a deep voice. The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Oh." An Yin blushed, finally remembering after his reminder, but thinking about what would happen next, her delicate face sparkled with unease, "Bao Shaojin, I was supposed to meet your grandmother later." The other end of the phone remained silent for a moment before speaking, "She has some matters to attend to today, probably won’t have time to see you." "Really?" An Yin’s eyes lit up, her face full of surprise. The magnetic depth of the man’s tone inexplicably comforted An Yin. "Did you remember what I told you earlier?" Bao Shaojin’s tone. "Rest assured, I’ll go with Second Uncle." An Yin stated clearly and powerfully, word by word. Not long after the call was disconnected, An Yin saw someone in the corridor. Until the person approached, especially seeing the man who examined her pulse previously, her beautiful eyes blinked, she stuttered, "Second Uncle!" When An Yin called out these words, Housekeeper Liu’s body trembled, capturing the scene before him within his eyes. "Hmm." Compared to his previous lifelessness, Bao Yun’s expression slightly changed now. "Uncle Liu, hand her over to me." Bao Yun spoke leisurely.