Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

Chapter 262 Something is about to happen
Yan Zhen felt that Yan Yurou was asking nonsense. Yan Yurou also knew about her grandfather's proposed marriage.

Before marrying into the Fu family, Yan Zhen had never even seen her husband.

If her grandfather hadn't arranged the marriage, she would never have had anything to do with Fu Yan.

"Didn't you know everything before? Why are you asking?"

Yan Zhen glanced at Yan Yurou's mobile phone and was not worried about what she was doing. He even said deliberately: "If grandpa didn't let me marry Fu Yan and asked me to marry someone else, I would marry him. For me, marrying anyone is okay. Same."

Yan Yurou put away her phone and immediately sent the recording to Fu Yan.

Not long after, Fu Yan's call came on Yan Zhen's mobile phone.

Looking at the caller ID, Yan Yurou looked like she was watching a good show, and even deliberately moved closer to hear them argue.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan said: "I am still grateful to my grandfather for pointing you out to me instead of pointing you out to others. I am very lucky to marry you. My wife, I will love you well."

"..." Yan Yurou's face darkened.

It was really unlucky that the good show didn't work out and someone stuffed his mouth with dog food.

She snorted coldly and walked over to Zhang Lian and acted coquettishly at her: "Mom, you don't care about her. If she doesn't help me, forget it. She's just a stumbling block for me."

"enough!"

Yan Donghai came down from upstairs.

It had been a long time since he saw his daughter come back. He showed a rare smile and immediately asked the cook to prepare more dishes for the evening.

He named several dishes in succession, all of which were Yan Zhen’s favorites.

Zhang Lian and Yan Yurou looked ugly.

Although there is no shortage of people who stutter in the family, seeing Yan Donghai taking Yan Zhen as his priority and worrying about her like this makes him feel unhappy.

A general has a sword but can't chop flies. Yan Zhencai didn't care about the little thoughts of Yan Yurou and Zhang Lian. She looked around the room and finally fixed her eyes on her father's face.

Finding nothing unusual, Yan Zhencai said with a smile: "Dad, I haven't been back to see you for a long time. I came back now to ask you something."

"it is good."

Father Yan did not sit down in the living room.

He glanced at Zhang Lian and his daughter, who had stern looks, and said to Yan Zhen: "It's too noisy here, let's go to the study to talk!"

Yan Zhen also looked back at the mother and daughter, nodded and said yes.

Watching the two people go upstairs, Zhang Lian began to become anxious.

She walked to the stairs and looked upstairs, thinking to herself: "Why are they avoiding us? This Yan Donghai, doesn't he want to make a will?"

Although Yan Donghai is not very old, his health has not been very good these years.

There was no son in the family to inherit the property, so Zhang Lian wanted to bring in the child she had with her ex, but she never dared to speak for fear of Yan Donghai's rejection.

Forget it if she refuses, but if she tries to settle old scores with her over her son, her life will be even more difficult.

But Yan Donghai is getting older day by day, and he has not cultivated an heir.

Zhang Lian was very anxious. You must know that there are many ways to do business. If you don't train a successor in advance, if such a heavy burden suddenly falls down in the future,
In the past, she was always worried that her son would not do well and the family business would be ruined.

But now she discovered that Yan Donghai seemed to have other thoughts.

The study room has never been a place to discuss family issues.

When Yan Donghai called his daughter in, the conversation was definitely not a trivial matter.

The housekeeper brought tea out of the kitchen, and when he passed by Zhang Lian, he was stopped.

"I'll take it off, you go down!"

Zhang Lian took the tray from the housekeeper and hurried upstairs.

She walked quietly to the door, and did not knock on the door, but put her ear to the door and listened.But the sound insulation effect of this door is really good.

Even though Zhang Lian pressed her whole head against the door, she didn't hear what was said inside. Instead, she accidentally bumped into the door and made a 'dong' sound, alarming the people inside.

Yan Donghai reached out and opened the door.

When he found out it was Zhang Lian, he said with a cold face: "If you don't go watch the cook cooking, what are you doing here? When will it be your turn to serve tea and pour water?"

Zhang Lian hurriedly smiled and said, "Didn't it look like our daughter hasn't been back for a long time? I just wanted to serve her tea in person."

Yan Donghai has lived a long time, met many people, and heard many things.

Zhang Lian is a typical egoist. She always thinks about herself and guards Yan Zhen as much as she guards against thieves.

Nowadays, people just find it funny to say such hypocritical words.

"You go down!"

Yan Donghai didn't bother to argue with her. He reached out to bring the tea in and closed the door.

Inside the house, Yan Zhen was sitting on the sofa and noticed the white hair on her father's head. She said, "Dad, do you still remember my mother?"

Yan Donghai paused slightly.

Thinking of the car accident that year, he sighed softly: "Of course I remember, you were still young when she left. In a blink of an eye, you are now so old, and I am old too."

As he spoke, he sighed leisurely.

Looking at his father's melancholy look, Yan Zhen chuckled and shook his head.

In Yan Zhen's memory, his father did not have much love for his mother, otherwise he would not have remarried soon after his mother passed away, and left her in the mountains for his grandfather to take care of her.

Yan Zhen said: "Tell me, is there a possibility that my mother is not dead at all?"

"not dead?"

Yan Donghai became excited, but soon calmed down: "It's impossible. I personally took care of her funeral. I watched her being pushed into the crematorium with my own eyes..."

Probably because he remembered the scene at that time, he did not continue what he said next.

Looking at his father's solemn expression, Yan Zhen asked, "What are you going to do if my mother is really still alive?"

The sunshine outside the window disappeared, and the yard was filled with gloom.

There was a gust of autumn wind blowing, and the leaves that were about to wither fell rustlingly.

Yan Donghai stared at the bleak scenery for a while and sighed deeply: "If your mother is still alive, she will definitely not forgive me."

Another meaning of this sentence is that he does not intend to do anything.

Yan Zhen had the answer in her heart. She stood up and said, "Okay, I understand. I have something else to do, so I won't stay for dinner."

She walked to the door of the study, and Yan Donghai called her from behind: "You are not a person who likes to make assumptions. You just asked me like that, is your mother really still alive?"

Yan Zhen didn't look back and smiled forcefully: "She is indeed alive, but it's not important to you, is it?"

Yan Zhen opened the door and walked out.

Zhang Lian was still standing in the corridor. When she saw Yan Zhen coming out, she hurriedly lowered her head and walked into the study.

Yan Zhen passed her by and went straight downstairs.

On the street outside, black luxury cars approached from far away and stopped at the door of the villa.

He Zhou didn't expect Yan Zhen to finish the work so quickly, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just opened the door and asked her to get in the car. Seeing that her expression was wrong, he couldn't help but ask, "Young Madam, she doesn't look good." , were you wronged just now?"

"No."

Yan Zhen shook her head and held her aching chest: "Drive the car slower! Something is going to happen."

(End of this chapter)