158: Extra (1) Parallel World 06

At seven o'clock in the evening, Ning Zhuohua was driven back to the Yan Family home by Yan Jinming.

Ning Zhuohua, carrying his schoolbag, got out of the car and looked at the manor around him, the likes of which he had never even seen on TV. He fidgeted with his fingers uncomfortably.

Yan Jinming, who had been watching him the whole time, immediately understood what was going on. He patted Ning Zhuohua's head.

"Don't be nervous. This will be your home from now on, and you are also a rightful master here."

—

In the main residence, the two families of the Yan Family's main branch were all seated on the sofas, waiting for this "New Bride."

As soon as Ning Zhuohua followed Yan Jinming inside, he was startled by the collective gaze from within.

"Hey! What are you all doing? You're scaring Zhuohua." Before he could react, Yan Qinghe suddenly popped out from the side and pulled Ning Zhuohua behind his back. "Tone it down! If you scare him away, I won't have a wife anymore."

Jiang Fuyue rolled her eyes in annoyance, stood up, and shoved Yan Qinghe away. "Go away!"

With that, Ning Zhuohua appeared in everyone's sight again. Jiang Fuyue looked Ning Zhuohua's thin, frail frame up and down, frowning in distress.

"Why are you so thin?" Jiang Fuyue took Ning Zhuohua's hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm Qinghe's mother, and from now on, I'm your mother too. Don't worry, Mom will definitely feed you until you're fair and plump. I'll stew a bowl of Nourishing Tonic Soup for you tonight!"

"Right, right," An Qingman also approached from behind, identifying the family members for him one by one. "I'm your Aunt, and this is your Uncle..."

Yan Jinming had already introduced the main family members to him on the way, so Ning Zhuohua already knew a lot. For now, he just greeted them one by one, matching the names to the faces.

"...That's everyone in the family. As for the other side branches, you don't need to worry about them; they're the ones who should be introducing themselves to you."

Ning Zhuohua was a bit curious but didn't ask much, nodding obediently.

"Alright, Mom, let's go eat. Zhuohua must be hungry." Yan Qinghe, who had been sidelined, popped up anxiously again, afraid Ning Zhuohua would forget him. "We can talk while we eat."

"Right, right, right. Look at me, I was so busy talking to you that I forgot the time!" Jiang Fuyue said self-reproachfully. "Are you hungry? Let's go eat now. Mom didn't know what you liked, so I prepared dishes from various cuisines..."

The group moved noisily into the dining room and took their seats.

—

"Come, try what Mom made." Jiang Fuyue placed a piece of Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs into Ning Zhuohua's bowl.

"Thank you..."

"Call her Mom," Yan Qinghe nudged Ning Zhuohua.

Ning Zhuohua's face remained red for a long time before he finally spoke under Jiang Fuyue's expectant gaze, "Thank you, Mom."

"You're welcome, dear son!" Oh my, what an obedient, cute, and beautiful child—much better than that troublesome Yan Qinghe.

Ning Zhuohua lowered his head with a smile, while the ever-attention-seeking Yan Qinghe tried to make his presence felt again. "You've called her Mom, so aren't you going to call me husband?"

Everyone in the dining room: "..."

Yan Zhuoyang, sitting next to him, raised his hand and rapped Yan Qinghe with a chopstick. "What kind of nonsense are you up to?" After scolding him, he smiled at Ning Zhuohua. "If he ever bullies you, tell Big Brother. I'll help you beat him up." Yan Zhuoyang felt frustrated just thinking about that indescribable contract he had seen that afternoon.

The flush on Ning Zhuohua's face hadn't faded yet. "I understand. Thank you, Big Brother."

Yan Qinghe curled his lip and quietly began staring at Ning Zhuohua's face again.

After the interlude, everyone continued chatting and eating merrily. As dinner drew to a close, Yan Jinming called out to Ning Zhuohua again.

"What is it, Dad?"

Yan Jinming was overjoyed to be called "Dad," but he didn't forget the business at hand.

"I've already made arrangements with your school; you don't have to go tomorrow. In the morning, come with me to handle some procedures that require your presence, then go visit your mother—Zhuoyi has already helped her transfer hospitals. In the afternoon, you can take the time to get familiar with the house. I've arranged for the paperwork to be done, so you can start at the new school with Qinghe the day after tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm!" Yan Qinghe, who was buried in his food, struggled to swallow. "I specifically asked Dad to arrange for us to be in the same class. However, the curriculum might be different from your old school. I'll explain it to you after dinner."

Ning Zhuohua nodded.

—

Sure enough, as soon as dinner was over, Yan Qinghe couldn't wait to pull him back to the room, giving no one else a chance to chat with Ning Zhuohua.

In the room, Yan Qinghe introduced the layout to him bit by bit.

Once inside, Ning Zhuohua immediately spotted the large bed.

"Are we... sleeping in the same bed?" Ning Zhuohua asked haltingly.

Yan Qinghe said matter-of-factly, "Of course! You're my wife. Do you want to sleep in separate beds?"

"...No."

Yan Qinghe lifted his chin in satisfaction and pulled him into the walk-in closet. "These are the clothes I specifically went out to buy for you this afternoon." As he spoke, he took out a pair of clean underwear and a set of pajamas. "Go take a shower first. After you're done, I'll tell you all about the school."

Ning Zhuohua took the pajamas and underwear, his face turning so red it looked like it might bleed.

"Come, I'll show you how to turn on the water in the bathroom."