CHAPTER 511: CHAPTER 510: VISITING THE MOTHER-IN-LAW

A little later, Lin Mubai was cooking in the kitchen, tangled up with a call from his mom: "Mom, is something up?"

"You rascal, can’t I call just because there’s nothing wrong? You really have a wife now and don’t need me anymore."

"Don’t say that, Mom." Lin Mubai knew deep down that the real point was yet to come.

"Humph, as if you wouldn’t dare. Has Nannan come home? When are you both coming back?" What a troublesome son, getting married and still keeping it a secret from the family; even the in-laws aren’t happy.

Lin Mubai knew he was in the wrong. Although it wasn’t his idea, he couldn’t just blame it on his wife, so he took all the responsibility upon himself: "Mom, I’m sorry, we got married and didn’t tell you. I really messed up. I’ll accompany An Nan to visit her mother tomorrow, and we’ll be back for dinner the day after."

"Alright, alright. But isn’t Nannan’s mom no longer with us?"

"Yes, the grave is in B City."

"I see. Then I’ll go with your dad tomorrow. Don’t tell Nannan yet; just give me the address later."

"Okay, I got it, Mom. Thank you, Mom."

"Why be so polite with me? Just make sure you and Nannan are happy together in the future."

"Okay, I understand, Mom."

Back home from the supermarket, An Nan felt sleepy again but didn’t want to go back to her room, so Lin Mubai turned up the heater in the living room and let her lie on the sofa. He was busy in the kitchen but kept an eye on her in the living room, worried she might accidentally fall off while sleeping.

The key An Jiayou had was given to him by Lin Mubai earlier, so when he returned, he didn’t knock but opened the door directly with the key.

He spotted the sleeping figure on the living room sofa immediately and whispered to the person who brought him back: "Uncle Xia Yang, keep your voice down."

Han Xiayang also saw the figure on the sofa and quickly moved carefully.

His fear wasn’t about waking the sleeping person; it was about someone who’s protective. Seeing the busy figure in the kitchen, he stood at the entrance with eyes wide open.

Han Xiayang knew his good buddy could cook but was still shocked by the sight, entirely unexpected.

The person busy in the kitchen saw the shocked face standing at the kitchen door and habitually furrowed his brows: "Why are you here?" His voice was purposefully kept low.

Han Xiayang was frustrated by someone’s bridge-burning action. Initially planning to check things out and leave, he decided to stay. He wanted to taste this Young Master’s cooking, whether welcomed or not. Tonight, with An Nan here, he didn’t believe he’d be kicked out successfully.

After being disliked by a certain petty man, Han Xiayang turned around directly and sat on the living room sofa, quietly waiting for someone to wake up.

Perhaps the atmosphere around her felt unfamiliar, An Nan quickly awoke and saw Han Xiayang sitting not far away, instantly becoming disoriented. The other seized the moment to sincerely request: "An Nan, can I stay for dinner?"

"Uh, okay." With such an ask, how could An Nan refuse?

But this moment displeased Young Master Lin, who stepped out of the kitchen with a cold smile, saying something so infuriating: "You can stay for dinner, but please help yourself to enjoy the meal."