Chen Qingqing came back with Xu Ye and brought him into the living room.

Downstairs there were heated floors, which made it a different world from outside. Xu Ye took his down jacket off and hung it on the rack by the door, saying as he did it, "Your place really is warm."

Jiang Meilin saw that he had things in his hands and smiled. "Xiao Xu, what have you brought over?"

"Oh — these are cotton slippers my mom made herself. And on the way over I saw someone selling sugar-roasted chestnuts on the side of the road, so I got a few. They're still hot."

Xu Ye went over and set both of them down on the coffee table.

Jiang Meilin took out a pair of the slippers and looked them over. "Your mother's very good with her hands."

There were four pairs in the bag. Slippers are usually one size, so it came to two large and two small.

Xu Ye sat down on the sofa and started shelling the chestnuts he had bought. When he had one done he passed it to Chen Qingqing beside him.

"Sweet?"

"Sweet~"

You little bastard. Showing off with my daughter right in front of me.

Chen Hansong sat there watching the expression on his own daughter's face, and the vinegar jar in his chest started rattling.

Xu Ye had a second one shelled soon after, and this time he held it straight up to Jiang Meilin's mouth. "Auntie, you try one too."

Jiang Meilin barely hesitated. She opened her mouth and ate it.

Crash.

The vinegar jar went straight over.

Chen Hansong was grinding his teeth, and the hate in him had them itching.

If it had been any other man feeding Jiang Meilin with his own hand, Chen Hansong might well have done something about it on the spot. But it happened to be Xu Ye, and there was nothing whatsoever he could do about it.

Xu Ye seemed to pick up on the hostility, and he deliberately looked over at Chen Hansong with a faint smile on his…