A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1676 - 356: So Many Habits Just Like Hers (Sixth Update)

"That’s true, but I’m still really curious, what exactly is his relationship with my grandparents?"

There was a suspicion she didn’t dare voice, fearing it would taint the ancestors, especially the grandmother who always lived in others’ stories and whom she had never met.

"Don’t overthink it, how could we possibly know the affairs of those who came before us? Maybe you’ll find out when the time is right. If you think too much, be careful of getting wrinkles on your face."

Yun Ya pushed him away and ran to the dressing mirror, suddenly letting out a scream.

"Ah... my lips."

Her lips were crimson and a bit swollen. If she went out, others would surely know what she had been up to. How could she face people like this?

Yan Song smiled as he looked at her in the mirror, "It’s okay, everyone understands."

"You jerk." Yun Ya hit his chest hard, only for Yan Song to catch her wrist, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"

"How can I go out and face people like this? I’m ignoring you." Yun Ya pulled her hand back and picked through the makeup, finally making it less obvious, but it was still impossible to hide from those with sharp eyes.

The two of them came to the first-floor dining room, where Qiao Bowen sat in a wheelchair at the head of the table, with Yan Nanmo on his right. As the two arrived fashionably late, a hint of amusement passed through both their eyes.

"You’re here at last, I thought the dishes would get cold before you two showed up." Yan Nanmo teased with laughter in his voice.

This time, Yun Ya managed to put on a thick skin and said with a smile, "Brother Yan and I had many things to talk about, didn’t realize it was taking so much time."

Seeing her so poised and at ease, the two decided not to tease further.

Yun Ya pulled Yan Song to sit down, right next to Qiao Bowen.

Qiao Bowen looked at the two sitting together, the handsome man and beautiful woman made such a perfect pair, and he said with a grin, "I instructed the kitchen to prepare these according to young girls’ tastes, see if you like them?"

"Thank you, grandpa."

The dishes were not delicacies, just common family dishes like hot and sour shredded potatoes, braised eggplants, and fish-flavored shredded pork, which exuded a sense of home warmth.

Qiao Bowen had lived through hard times and hated wastefulness. Although he went on to hold a high position, he never changed his lifestyle, having only two dishes and a soup each day, living simply unlike a country’s leader. Today, since guests were coming, he had the kitchen prepare a few extra dishes.

Not only that, but his frugality was also evident in his life. His underwear was always patched and sewn until they couldn’t be mended anymore. Underwear was worn inside and not for others to see, so he didn’t mind. Without any children, someone managed his daily life, and he saved up all his salary each month, anonymously donating it all to the mountainous regions. He never mentioned this to outsiders, and no one dared gossip about him without his permission. People only knew Qiao Bowen as frugal but did not realize how much good he did behind the scenes.

"Don’t be formal, eat up, just like being at home. It’s been a long time since it was this lively here."

Qiao Bowen preferred having his family around, but unfortunately, his wife died young without leaving any children. He never remarried, and half his life was difficult and bitter.

At this moment, seeing Yun Ya and Yan Song sitting together, he couldn’t stop smiling.

He noticed that Yun Ya always picked out the scallions while eating, his eyes twinkling, and he couldn’t help but smile, "Yun Ya, do you like eating scallions?"

Yun Ya was a bit embarrassed, "Sorry for making you laugh, Grandpa." Was it that obvious?

Qiao Bowen chuckled, "In this regard, you’re really just like her." He mumbled this, only Yan Nanmo heard it clearly.

Yan Nanmo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Yun Ya.

He then noticed many small habits of Yun Ya mirrored that person. Now, watching her sit there quietly eating, her upright back made her appear as dignified and elegant as a princess, and suddenly his memory took him back many years...

He put down his chopsticks, "You all continue eating slowly, my body is a bit tired, I’ll go rest in my room for a while."

Yan Nanmo immediately stood up.

Qiao Bowen waved his hand at him, "Sit."

Qiao Yi walked over to push his wheelchair, took him back to the room, and transferred him to the bed. Qiao Bowen said, "Take out that wooden box at the bottom of the cabinet."

Qiao Yi promptly complied, quickly returning with a rosewood box from the wardrobe, adorned with antique patterns, bearing the marks of time.

Qiao Yi put the wooden box down and left.

Qiao Bowen’s fingers trembled as he brushed over the pattern on the box, took a key strung with red thread from around his neck, and with a "click," unlocked it.

The wooden box opened slowly, revealing nothing inside except a folded piece of brocade cloth.