Ouyang Ya said, “The third young master of the Jun family cooked himself. His culinary skills, honestly, aren’t as good as yours, but I could manage to eat it.”
“It wasn’t so bad that I’d go hungry, and I didn’t want to eat nothing, or your grandma and the others would worry and the Jun family would feel they hadn’t hosted me well.”
“The Jun family is wonderful.”
Ouyang Ya gave a rare compliment to the Jun family.
“I know the Jun family’s values are like those of your Zhan family. Honestly, keeping such a large family so harmonious is truly remarkable.”
“Especially for a wealthy, prominent clan.”
Their children and grandchildren are all accomplished, capable, and have their own careers. They have no desire to compete for the family’s ancestral legacy; instead, they see taking over the family business as a heavy burden, a loss of freedom.
Because each of them has different passions.
Taking on the family business often means toiling in a field they don’t enjoy, which feels exhausting.
“Next time, I’ll take you back to Youyou Manor,” Zhan Yuan said in a deep, warm voice.
Fengchen Manor was the Jun family’s ancestral home.
His grandma had boldly stayed as a guest there.
His fiancée-to-be had met his grandma at the Jun family’s home for the first time.
Zhan Yuan always felt it wasn’t formal enough.
Ouyang Ya paused before saying, “Next time, I don’t know when I’ll find the time, but I’ll definitely visit a few times.”
In the short term, she had no time for a break.
“We have a lifetime ahead. We’ll go back whenever you’re free,” Zhan Yuan said.
Ouyang Ya glanced at him, lightly pinching his arm. “We haven’t even sorted things out yet, and you’re talking about a lifetime.”
“Miss, I’ll marry no one but you! In this life, you’re the only one for me.”
“Once we break through that barrier, I’ll officially pursue you.”
Not just her, but winning over the entire Ouyang family.
They all liked him and treated him well, unaware of his intentions with Ouyang Ya.
Once they knew he wanted to marry her, would they still like him?
“Your grandma told me to enjoy love properly, to go on dates with you when I have time,” Ouyang Ya said with a faint smile. “It’s rare for me to feel this way, and I want to experience being pursued and cherished by a man who likes me.”
“I’m very devoted in relationships too. It’s up to you to convince my family’s elders to accept you.”
If Zhan Yuan weren’t the sixth young master of the Zhan family, and he liked Ouyang Ya, her mother might consider it and agree to let him join the family.
But as a young master of a wealthy family, could Zhan Yuan join her family?
Even if he said he was willing, Ouyang Ya’s mother would have concerns, fearing he might regret it after marriage.
So, Zhan Yuan’s pursuit faced the same challenges as Jun Ran had, and much like his other brothers.
Several of his sisters-in-law had married far from home.
Their families must have agonised over the decision.
“I’ll do my best,” Zhan Yuan said.
They talked as they entered the house.
Once inside, Zhan Yuan let go of Ouyang Ya and hurried to the kitchen, bringing out the late-night snack he’d prepared and placing it on the dining table, inviting her to eat.
Ouyang Ya was starving.
After washing her hands, she sat at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and began eating.
Two days without his cooking felt like years; she missed it dearly.
Zhan Yuan knew her appetite well.
The snack left her about seventy percent full.
Too full, and it would affect her sleep.
Setting down her chopsticks, Ouyang Ya sighed contentedly.
“Home is still the best.”
