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"I'm living at home now, growing a few vegetables."

"Living at home and growing vegetables?" Zhong Xiumei froze, then asked in shock, "You're not going out to work anymore?"

"Not for now." Xu Han didn't want to continue this long-winded topic and changed the subject. "Second Aunt, how have things been at home these past few years?"

"Same as always. Your grandmother passed away last year. Your eldest uncle's family moved into the city after your eldest cousin made something of himself. Your second uncle and I stayed behind to look after the home, farming a little land and raising chickens and ducks. That's how we get by."

Xu Han nodded, then smiled. "Second Aunt, since we ran into each other, why not come sit at my place? You haven't visited my home in years, have you?"

"Probably not today. I still have things to do when I get home. Next time, then. Your second uncle and I will come together. You're still living in the same place as before, right?"

Xu Han nodded. After exchanging contact information with Zhong Xiumei, she rode her electric scooter home.

There were guests at home.

"Miss Qiao, it's been a long time."

The moment Xu Han entered the courtyard, she saw Grandma Qiao mending shoes beneath the eaves. Koukou sat in his stroller while Tan Yue played with him. When he saw Xu Han return, Tan Yue greeted her with a smile.

Beside him stood an unfamiliar young woman, exceptionally beautiful. Her slightly curled brown hair draped over her chest, and her light makeup only added to her indescribable elegance.

She was using a small twig to tease Yellow Immortal, who was sleeping. Yellow Immortal lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at her, then rolled over, turned his backside toward her, and went back to sleep.

"Mr. Tan, why are you here?" Xu Han pushed her scooter into the courtyard. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you were coming?"

Tan Yue smiled faintly. "Wouldn't there be no surprise if I told you in advance?"

Xu Han couldn't understand what was supposed to be surprising about this. Koukou saw her and reached out to her with little cries of "Ah, ah." After parking the scooter, Xu Han picked him up. Koukou buried his head in her arms and giggled, and Xu Han smiled softly as she kissed his forehead.

"Are you here to buy vegetables again?" Xu Han patted Koukou's head and asked Tan Yue.

"Yes. With the New Year approaching, there's less to do, so I came to buy some things and relax a little." Tan Yue spoke lightly, then introduced the woman to Xu Han. "Oh, right. This is my younger sister, Tan Xin."

"Hello, Miss Qiao."

Xu Han looked at the sweetly smiling woman before her. "..."

What the hell kind of development was this?

It felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through Xu Han's heart. She had tried so hard not to have even the slightest connection with anyone from the original novel, yet its characters kept gathering around her one after another.

Did she have some kind of Xiang Fei aura that attracted original-novel characters?

Xu Han caught Koukou's hand as he randomly slapped at her face, then smiled at Tan Xin with awkward but polite courtesy. "Hello, Miss Tan."

"Is this your child?" Miss Tan looked at Koukou in her arms. "He's so cute."

Whether he was cute or not was one thing, but Xu Han didn't think she was here just to praise Koukou. Little Koukou looked far too much like Gu Yanqing. The woman clearly had another agenda.

Maybe she had come here today because she'd seen the news about Xu Han's conflict with Wen Yao, noticed a child who looked like the man she liked, and, since Tan Yue knew Xu Han, used buying vegetables as an excuse to come investigate.

After all, Gu Yanqing had kept the matter of the child tightly under wraps. Even if they investigated, they probably wouldn't find a trace of anything.

But Xu Han had nothing to hide, so she wasn't afraid of people knowing. She nodded openly. "Yes, he's my child. His name is Koukou—the kou from mouth."

"Koukou? What an unusual name."

"Babababa."

Hearing someone call his name, Koukou cried out happily. He had recently unlocked the "ba" sound and especially loved making it. Every time he did, Xu Han felt as if he were calling for his father.

The little ingrate—Xu Han had raised him with her own hands, and she had never once heard him call her Mama.

Miss Tan asked curiously, "Oh? Is he calling for his father?"

"He's not even seven months old yet. How could he call for his father? They're just unconscious sounds."

"Oh, I see." Miss Tan looked as though she had learned something.

After getting excited for a while, Koukou began burrowing insistently against Xu Han's chest. The little guy was hungry and wanted milk. Holding him, Xu Han said, "Please sit for a while. I'll take him inside to feed him."

With that, Xu Han carried Koukou into the room and shut the door. As she fed him, she found Gu Yanqing's phone number and prepared to call him, planning to have him come take his secret admirer away.

But just as she was about to dial, Xu Han realized something was wrong. If she called Gu Yanqing over, she would be exposing that Koukou was his child. Tan Xin was so close to Mrs. Gu that she would most likely tell her if she found out Gu Yanqing had a child outside.

Gu Yanqing had principles and wouldn't forcibly take the child away to raise him, but that didn't mean Mrs. Gu would be so reasonable.

The book had never described Mrs. Gu's character. Who knew whether she would be like the mothers in domineering CEO novels—offering a million to buy her grandson? Xu Han had raised Koukou to this point and was already reluctant to part with him.

At that thought, Xu Han put down her phone. Better not make trouble for herself.

Xu Han lowered her head to look at Koukou, who was happily drinking milk, and rubbed his cheek. The little guy looked at her with his watery eyes as he suckled. Xu Han smiled at him, and he actually spat out the nipple to give her a huge smile before continuing to drink.

"You little troublemaker."

"Ba—ba," Koukou replied, drawing out the sound.

"Not baba. It's MAMA." Xu Han taught him how to pronounce it.

"Babababa!" Hearing Xu Han imitate his sounds, Koukou cried out even more happily. He waved his arms and legs in excitement, no longer drinking at all. Milk he had sucked out spilled all over his front, and Xu Han hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe it away.

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