The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Yan Yan looked at the time. Zhou Haoqin hadn't gotten off work yet, and it wasn't time for him to get off work either.    

    

She did not want to face her mother-in-law alone so early in the morning. It was too tense and depressing.    

    

Yan Yan thought for a while and then headed to the supermarket. It just so happened to be time to buy ingredients for dinner. When that time came, Zhou Haoqin would most likely be home too.    

    

He dawdled at the supermarket for a long time before coming out. However, when he reached the door of his house, he received a call from Zhou Haoqin.    

    

He said that he was stuck on the road and had Yan Yan and his mother eat first. There was no need to wait for him.    

    

He hung up the phone. It was inconvenient for him to carry the food in his hand. Yan Yan had just flipped the key for a long time when the door opened.    

    

Zhou Yan's mother stood at the door.    

    

"Mom. "    

    

Yan Yan knew that Granny was home, but she didn't want to trouble Granny to open the door.    

    

Zhou Yan's mother glanced at the dishes in her daughter-in-law's hands and didn't reach out to take them. She only turned sideways to let Yan Yan in.    

    

"You came back quite early today. You got off work at 5: 30. You got home in 20 minutes?"    

    

Mother Zhou's tone and words of doubt did not come out. After all, her mother-in-law had always been like this to her.    

    

Moreover, what she was thinking about now was her own body's problem. Ding Yi was mostly comforting her.    

    

Yan Yan was absent-minded. He casually replied with a "En," and then busied himself with washing the vegetables and cooking.    

    

"How did you come back?" Zhou's mother continued to ask.    

    

Yan Yan's hand, which was washing vegetables, paused as alarm bells rang in her heart.    

    

Could it be that Granny saw her get off Ding Yi's car and was misunderstood?    

    

"It's a gift from a friend. . . "    

    

Just as she was about to explain that Ding Yi was only her friend, Mother Zhou used words to block her mouth, not giving her any chance to explain.    

    

"I saw it at noon. You didn't go to work. After happily making a phone call, I don't know which man you went to meet!"    

    

"Mom, it's not what you think. I just went. . . " He stopped halfway through his sentence.    

    

I can't say. . . He couldn't say that he was going to seek treatment for his infertility.    

    

Granny never took a liking to me. If I let her know that I can't get pregnant, I don't know what the consequences will be.    

    

Women were not pregnant. Most of these kinds of marriage would lead to divorce.    

    

"What are you just going to do?" Zhou's mother crossed her arms, wanting to see what she could say.    

    

"I'm going to see a friend, Mom, you misunderstood. " Her explanation was too plain and powerless.    

    

"Do you think I will believe you? From the very first sentence, you have been lying. Why didn't you say you weren't at work when I asked you?"    

    

"Fortunately, I saw it. Otherwise, I would have thought that you were honest and acted like a person. "    

    

Granny's words were getting more and more excessive. Words were originally weak in nature. In addition, she really could not explain it this time. She bit her lower lip and could not say a single word.    

    

"Don't think that you can avoid it just because you don't want to talk. Wait until Haoqin comes back and say it clearly!"    

    

Mother Zhou waved her hand and went back to the living room to sit. Her mouth was still shouting, and her words were full of regret.    

    

"It's not right to be a door and not a house. My academic qualifications aren't worthy of Haoqin either. Why did I agree to marry back then?"    

    

Yan Yan tightened his apron, and even the waterproof silk was wrinkled. He raised his hand and casually wiped his eyes. His eyes were red and he continued to wash the vegetables.    

    

Half an hour later, the dishes were served and covered by a thermal cover. Zhou Haoqin also came back.    

    

"It smells so good. Whose craftsmanship is it today?"    

    

The room was silent. No one responded to him.    

    

Zhou Haoqin was puzzled. He looked towards the living room and saw that his wife and daughter-in-law were both sitting on the sofa. The atmosphere in the room was very low.    

    

"Have you eaten?" Zhou Haoqin was a little slow. He did not see what was going on.    

    

"I can't eat it. " Mother Zhou said in a strange tone.    

    

Only now did Zhou Haoqin see some clues. Looking at Yan Yan's red eyes again, it was obvious that he had cried before.