Shen Lanxiao found it a bit strange, but since it was their first meeting and, after all, this man was her son’s boss, she didn’t feel it appropriate to ask too many questions.
When it was time to leave, Yu Zexiao took her hand and protested, "Mom, it’s not easy for you to come here; don’t go back! Stay with me! I have a room here too, my suite has an extra room that’s unoccupied! You can stay as long as you want!"
Having not seen her son for a long time, Shen Lanxiao naturally missed him quite a bit—and besides, she had come on a significant mission!
To find her son a partner!
Even if she didn’t get to see her son take a bride and have a chubby grandson come out of the bridal chamber the next day, he was at least twenty-eight years old; at minimum, she needed to find him a girlfriend!
If this mission remained unaccomplished, she certainly wouldn’t go back.
"Of course," Shen Lanxiao nodded, stroking her son’s head as she did when he was little, "Then I’ll have to trouble you!"
As she said this, she glanced at Jian Anning next to her, "Miss Jian, you don’t mind, do you?"
Jian Anning shook her head, her eyes full of smiles: "Of course not."
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From that day on, Shen Lanxiao stayed in the hotel’s guest room.
The suite Yu Zexiao lived in could almost be considered a small villa, with many rooms. After returning to the hotel, Jian Anning immediately cleaned up the place, moving Shen Lanxiao’s belongings in.
Afterward, her work changed greatly—from revolving around Yu Zexiao every day to revolving around Shen Lanxiao. Because Yu Zexiao had said that since his mother had just arrived and he didn’t have time due to filming, Jian Anning should spend more time with her.
With an additional person, naturally, some things became less convenient—for example, Yu Zexiao loved to request a "farewell kiss" when leaving in the morning. But now, with his mom right there, alive and well, Yu Zexiao, no matter how tempted, felt too embarrassed to rush up and kiss her.
After sending Yu Zexiao off, Jian Anning busied herself cleaning up the room, wiping tables, tidying up dishes, sweeping floors, washing clothes, and bed linens, her movements exceptionally brisk.
This efficiency was forced out of her by Yu Zexiao. Although she wasn’t exactly a pampered young lady whose fingers never touched spring water, she hadn’t been quite so fast and efficient at tidying up. It was Yu Zexiao—today finding fault with this, tomorrow nitpicking that—who demanded bed linens and clothes to be changed daily and floors and windowsills wiped spotless. Moreover, she had to prepare his lunches and dinners, snacks, and desserts. After a few months, she was transformed into a domestic work machine.
Seeing this, Shen Lanxiao, who had similar experiences years ago, immediately felt sympathy. Over the years, although she had been living in comfort, she occasionally did housework. Now, when Jian Anning saw her rolling up her sleeves, she was taken aback, "Auntie Shen, you don’t need to help here. Please rest on the side!"
"I’m idle anyway." It was still okay in Yancheng; she could go to the company with Yu Jingxi. Without her husband by her side, she suddenly found herself with spare time. She wasn’t one of those wealthy ladies who didn’t do anything substantial; after all, it was just helping her son clean his house, which she didn’t see as anything wrong.
With her help, the house was quickly spick-and-span. After everything was tidy, Jian Anning handed her a cup of tea, saying apologetically: