Chapter 444: Chapter 444

At the same time, at Nanjiang Villa.

The autumn rain sprinkled down gently, pitter-pattering on the pale-yellow leaves and tapping against the window glass, adding to the silence of the spacious study.

Madam Lai looked at the pictures, files, and documents on her phone, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

"Ye Wanhua, 45 years old, Wanhua Jewelry?"

"How could it be Ye Wanhua?"

She had looked over it several times already, and was even comparing it against photos from when Yi Xiaodan was alive, inch by inch. Despite the age difference of over twenty years, the resemblance between the two was uncanny.

At least that’s what Madam Lai believed.

She not only knew about Wanhua Jewelry having a store in Yishen Shopping but had also personally visited it.

However, Ye Wanhua mostly lived in Country Y and visited Jin City only a few times, while Madam Lai preferred to live in seclusion, making it naturally rare for the two to meet.

At this moment, Nanny Wu came in carrying medicinal cuisine.

Seeing the untouched pastries on the small table, she frowned slightly.

"Madam, please try this while it’s warm."

Although a faint smile appeared on Madam Lai’s lips, her gaze remained fixed on the phone screen, her doubts and unease undiminished, even intensifying.

She knew her worries might be unnecessary, but she couldn’t help the surge of emotions within her.

"Madam, these ingredients were sent over by Young Master Zishen himself this afternoon, saying they could improve sleep and relieve headaches. You were not awake at that time, so I did not immediately report it to you."

"Just these things, and he doesn’t show up himself."

With that said, Madam Lai set her phone aside and picked up the spoon with a complex expression.

Her brows were furrowed, and she sighed softly, stirring the spoon in circles around the soup bowl, enveloped in indescribable worries, unable to find joy.

She was supposed to be happy, after all, her son had made a compromise and sent her tonics.

Even though Madam Lai didn’t say much, as a devoted servant for many years, Nanny Wu understood her very well.

"Madam, you don’t need to worry. Ye Wanhua and Miss Yi actually don’t look that much alike, at most there is a slight resemblance. You are the esteemed Madam of the Leng Family and the biological mother of Young Master Zishen and Young Master Zihan. That is an indisputable fact that no one can take from you," Nanny Wu reassured softly.

Madam Lai looked up, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes but still filled with doubts.

"Maybe you’re right, but... their resemblance is just too striking. I always feel that she is Yi Xiaodan, that she has come back, that she didn’t die, and she wants to take away everything from me."

Nanny Wu shook her head gently, continuing to comfort her: "Madam, think about it, the life trajectories of Ye Wanhua and Miss Yi are completely different. Miss Yi has been gone for decades now, you shouldn’t let this affect you, why torment yourself?"

Madam Lai knew that what Nanny Wu said was true, but the unease in her heart was still hard to dispel.

She put the spoon down and gazed at the empty study, her thoughts wandering, unwittingly drifting to the time when Yi Xiaodan was alive.

"Madam, the most important thing for you now is your health, you still need to help with your grandchildren in the future."

Madam Lai, realizing the truth in these words, looked resolutely at Nanny Wu: "Right, you are not wrong, I can’t fall, I have to be there to hold my grandchildren."

With that, she quickly picked up her spoon, forcing herself to sip the soup one mouthful at a time.

Even with her heart still anxious, she had to stay strong, for she was not alone; she was the mother of two children and had to protect them.

Just then, a loud shout came through.

"Mom, guess what I bought?"

Li Zihan gently pushed open the partially-ajar study door, holding a paper bag in his hand.

Upon entering, he saw his mother holding the spoon, a slight smile on her lips, but her eyes betrayed an undeniable sorrow.

"Mom, it’s baked sweet potatoes!" Li Zihan said tenderly, quickly opening the paper bag.

Madam Lai nodded in appreciation.

"Look, how considerate the young master is, eating this on a rainy day is just perfect, doesn’t it smell wonderful?" Nanny Wu smiled and said, stepping aside.

Li Zihan walked over to Madam Lai, concern in his voice: "Mom, what’s wrong? What happened, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

Madam Lai sighed, knowing her younger son was perceptive and not easily fooled.

So she told her son everything about her visit to the orphanage today without reservation, and handed him both the cellphone and the album from the drawer.

"Look, don’t they look very alike?"

After hurriedly flipping through the album, Li Zihan suddenly laughed heartily.

"Mom, you really have quite the imagination. Ye Wanhua and Yi Xiaodan are clearly two completely different people. One is a famous designer and a big boss, and the other has long since turned to dust—how could they possibly be the same person? You’ve got some wild ideas!"

Madam Lai nodded thoughtfully. Her son’s words, though blunt, hit the nail on the head.

She took the album and the cellphone and then looked steadily at Li Zihan: "Where did you go to fool around last night? How come you’re only getting back at this time?"

What’s gotten into the lady?

Faced with his mother’s sudden change of subject, the mischievous Li Zihan was also a bit caught off guard.

"Oh, last night, I, uh, I..."

"Zihan, you’re not getting any younger. Isn’t it time for you to find a serious girlfriend? When can I expect to hold a grandson?" Madam Lai asked seriously.

Li Zihan quickly grabbed his mother’s hand and swayed it back and forth while acting coyly: "I’m still young."

This scene made Nanny Wu laugh out loud, and the atmosphere in the study immediately became more relaxed and less oppressive.

At 10 p.m., in Huang City.

The helicopter slowly landed on the lawn of the Wang Mansion.

"Sir, Madam, welcome home!"

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Wang Junchen smiled in acknowledgment, then gently lifted Ye Wanhua and step by step approached the villa’s main building, unable to conceal his good mood.

A few hours earlier, when the orders reached the mansion, everyone immediately sprang into action, making ample preparations, even laying out soft carpeting on the ground to prevent slipping.

Of course, there were rewards for their efforts; each person received a red envelope with varying amounts of money.

The least was a few hundred, the most tens of thousands.

In times of joy, people are more spirited, and spending a bit of money is nothing when happiness is the main event.

"Ah Jun, I can walk by myself. I’m fine now. With so many people looking, it’s a bit embarrassing," Ye Wanhua said shyly.

She hid her head in the man’s chest as if she were a newlywed bride, her cheeks flushed with color.

Wang Junchen’s thin lips curved slightly: "It’s okay."

"That... about my pregnancy, does everyone know? Have you already told them?"

"Don’t worry, it’s just known here."

Hearing this, Ye Wanhua let out a sigh of relief.

Then, they entered the bedroom, where the soft lighting cast a warm glow on the couple’s happy smiles.

Wang Junchen gently placed Ye Wanhua on the bed and asked with concern, "How do you feel? Are you hungry? Do you want some late-night snacks? There’s soup ready in the kitchen, and also..."

Ye Wanhua shook her head gently, holding Wang Junchen’s hand tightly, her eyes filled with emotion.

"What’s wrong, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, I’m fine, really fine. You don’t need to worry so much, maybe I..."

Her words trailed off as her eyes moistened with tears.

Wang Junchen tenderly kissed Ye Wanhua’s forehead, then sat by the bed and softly said, "We’re home now, and from now on... you just need to rest well, and don’t worry about anything."

"Yeah, I do feel quite sleepy."

"Close your eyes, and sleep."

Ye Wanhua nodded, lay down slowly, and closed her eyes with a smile, while Wang Junchen stayed by her side, gently covering her with the blanket.

Half an hour later, once he was sure his wife was sound asleep, Wang Junchen quietly left the bedroom.