Zi Ye's admiration for Zi Yu was truly profound.
As a result—
When Old Su and Madam Lan also entered the living room, the child immediately ran over and hugged Madam Lan's arm: "Mom, Mom! Tell me quickly, how did you raise your sister-in-law? Not only is she beautiful, but she also cooks incredibly well."
When Yang Zi Ye called Madam Lan "Mama," she did so with an air of absolute entitlement.
Last night, she had "automatically" started calling Old Su and his wife, Dad and Mom.
She was Li Qian Fan's biological sister.
If Li Qian Fan called Old Su and his wife Dad and Mom, why shouldn't Zi Ye follow her brother's lead and call them Dad and Mom?
What was the point of calling them Aunt and Uncle?
Were there any people who directly called them Dad and Mom, causing Old Su and his wife to be momentarily stunned before secretly rejoicing?
Despite being well-protected since childhood, Zi Ye was, after all, the daughter of Ding Xiao Lang and Li Xiao.
She possessed a "social" talent that most children lacked.
In the shortest possible time, she had become a member of the Su family.
Setting aside Li Mou Nan, who pouted in secret after hearing her call them Dad and Mom, let's talk about the Su family of three.
They were as happy as they could possibly be.
Madam Lan, in particular, treated Zi Ye as a beloved younger daughter, even more so than Su Zi Yu.
Her motherly love overflowed—
"My Old Niu makes breakfast? And it's incredibly delicious? Has the sun risen from the west today?"
Madam Lan was stunned for a moment, and when she looked towards the kitchen, her reaction was swift: "Hey, actually, your sister-in-law was raised quite freely by us. Her current achievements can be attributed to inheriting her father's rather good genes."
See.
Madam Lan was even smarter!
Upon hearing her words, Old Su's back straightened a hundredfold.
He completely forgot the embarrassing fact that even though he was currently the CEO of Zi Yu Fashion, his daily allowance did not exceed fifteen yuan.
"Mom, Dad, please sit down quickly. I'll go get breakfast with my sister-in-law."
After asking Old Su and his wife to sit, Zi Ye, in her small slippers, bustled into the kitchen.
"Look at Zi Ye, how youthful and lively she is. Not like our Old Niu, who is so listless and indifferent all day. Alas, if only Zi Ye were truly our daughter, how wonderful that would be."
Old Su and his wife exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing.
Fortunately, Su Zi Yu couldn't read minds.
Otherwise, she might have cried herself to sleep in the kitchen.
After helping Zi Yu set the breakfast table, Zi Ye ran to the door of the second bedroom, opened it, and called out, "Pig, wake up and eat!"
*Bang!*
A pillow flew over and hit the door.
Li Qian Fan, who was still in bed, said without opening his eyes, "Pig, go away! If you dare to shout one more time, I'll spank your butt until it blooms."
"My brother has no awareness of being a live-in son-in-law. It must be because my sister-in-law spoils him too much."
Yang Zi Ye felt dejected, but she was also genuinely afraid of angering Li Qian Fan and having her butt spanked. She could only kick the bolster back accurately with her foot and then quickly close the door.
This kick she used to send the bolster back—
If seen by martial arts experts like Jiao Yin, they would surely be astonished!
Because no one would believe that the outwardly youthful and invincible Princess Zi Ye was actually a quasi-second-rate martial arts master.
Among Yang Da Mo Tou's many granddaughters, others might not have to learn martial arts.
But the eldest granddaughter must!
This was a strict rule set by Yang Xiao, and a personalized martial arts training plan suitable only for her was tailor-made for Zi Ye from the age of seven.
Yang Xiao doted on his eldest grandson and granddaughter exceptionally, but his demands on them were also the highest.
Zi Ye could easily handle three to five ordinary strong men, a fact that outsiders were unaware of, but Li Qian Fan certainly knew.
He didn't care.
If Zi Ye didn't learn martial arts, she wouldn't be worthy of being Yang Da Mo Tou's most beloved granddaughter.
"Kahn was crippled, and Zi Ye is still so happy. Is she inherently cold-blooded, or heartless, or just pretending to be indifferent?"
After being hit by the pillow, Li Qian Fan's sleepiness was also dispelled.
He leaned against the headboard, picked up his phone, and intended to ask Lang Ma (worried that Kahn's crippling would leave a psychological scar on Zi Ye), but then he abandoned the thought.
Zi Ye was only a year younger than him, and although she was a top-tier pampered young lady, she could certainly handle this relationship on her own.
As her brother, Li Qian Fan didn't need to interfere.
Casually opening his WeChat, Li Qian Fan's finger slid, and he saw Ruhua.
His spirits lifted—
He sent a message: "Old Iron, you there?"
Ruhua replied instantly: "Something wrong?"
"What are you doing?"
"Picking up girls."
"Picture as proof."
Li Qian Fan casually typed: "Send it over, let me wake up my brain."
*Ding.*
A picture of black stockings held up in mid-air was sent.
"This angle is perfect for carrying."
After Li Qian Fan gave his most professional appraisal, he typed: "No wonder we became old iron. It turns out we both like to have the girls around us wear stockings even when they sleep."
Ruhua replied: "I was poisoned by you."
"Ha, what are you talking about?"
Li Qian Fan sneered and replied: "Old Iron, the girl you're pursuing now is definitely not the same one as before."
Ruhua asked: "What makes you say that?"
"The leg shape in the previous pictures, though plump, was still slender."
Li Qian Fan sent the picture back: "What about this one? Based on my discerning eyes, this is clearly the leg of a mature woman."
Ruhua was surprised: "You can tell that?"
"Of course. After all, I'm a Casanova.
Li Qian Fan proudly replied: "Even if a young girl's legs are plump, they will have a bony appearance around the knees and instep. But this one you just sent? It has very little bony structure, only a screen full of flesh. Therefore, I conclude that the girl you have around you must be a woman around forty years old! Alright, old iron, I didn't expect your appetite to be so good, I'm envious."
"You have sharp eyes."
Ruhua's reply proved Li Qian Fan's analysis to be completely correct.
Ruhua then asked: "So, do you prefer young girls or 'a screen full of flesh'?"
Li Qian Fan thought for a moment and replied with four words: "Discuss bone, love flesh."
What did that mean?
Ruhua didn't understand these four words.
Heh heh.
It meant that for romantic conversation, young girls were best.
But in the bedroom, a screen full of flesh was the most satisfying.
Ruhua exclaimed in admiration: "Makes sense. It seems you're the real expert on women."
"Haha, you flatter me, you flatter me."
Li Qian Fan replied proudly: "Oh, right. Let me tell you something."
Perhaps Li Qian Fan would have to "go on a business trip" again in a few days, and he wanted to ask Ruhua if he should go and have a "heart-to-heart" talk with the undercover agent and her mother before he left.
After all.
He not only genuinely enjoyed the relaxed feeling of being with the undercover agent's family, but more importantly, the undercover agent's mother was an extremely cunning woman who could provide him with advice for his travels that young people wouldn't think of.
Ruhua asked: "Is the undercover agent's mother that formidable?"
Li Qian Fan replied: "I think the undercover agent's mother is the most cunning woman in the world! She's definitely the type who calls you 'brother' to your face but stabs you in the back. The most amazing thing is, if she were to slowly cut me to death with a knife one day, I would still feel that she had done nothing wrong. Everything would be my own fault."
Ruhua replied: "No way? Are there really such terrifying women in the world?"
"Alas, I don't want to admit it."
Li Qian Fan sighed: "But that's the reality."
Ruhua asked: "Then do you think she would scheme against you?"
Li Qian Fan's tone was uncertain: "It's hard to say. All I can do is be on guard against her at all times."
"That's only right."
Ruhua suddenly asked: "Old Iron, why don't you use your masculine charm to win over the undercover agent's mother as well?"
"Get out!"
Li Qian Fan shivered: "Your question is like a mouse wanting to marry a cat. And after I die, I wouldn't have the face to be buried in my family's ancestral grave. Regardless, given my substantial relationship with the undercover agent, she is my close elder relative."
"At least you still have a basic sense of reason."
Ruhua then asked: "Have you ever thought about why the undercover agent's mother creates such an illusion of being easily attainable for you?"
Li Qian Fan thought about it seriously and replied: "Everything she does is for her daughter."
He paused.
Li Qian Fan then replied seriously: "No matter what she does to me in the future, and no matter how others see her, she is a great mother."
She is a great mother!
Looking at these words, Su Nan Yin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, remained silent for a long time.
The door opened.
Li Wu Jiang walked in: "Old Su, what are you spacing out about?"
"Nothing."
Su Nan Yin, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to reality and was about to put away her phone.
But Li Qian Fan snatched the phone away: "Let me see, you old cucumber, you're definitely trying to trick my pig again!"