Chapter 874: This Is Not Her Home

"Shaoqian, this is..." Yang Yun looked at He Xiyan with a puzzled look.

"This is your daughter-in-law, Mom..." Chen Jiahang hugged He Xiyan's shoulders and introduced to his mother: "Her name is Chen Yan, and her nickname is Yan Yan. She is the daughter-in-law I bought in Mangshan Village."

He Xiyan listened to Jiahang introducing herself to her parents. She slightly raised the corners of her lips and gave a faint smile.

"Hello, Auntie." She took the initiative and stretched out her hand. But she didn't say "Mom". Because she knew very well in her heart whether she was really the daughter-in-law of the woman in front of her.

"oh……"

Yang Yun was a little surprised. Many wrinkles could be clearly seen on her frowning brow. She reached out her hand and gently shook the woman whom her son called his daughter-in-law.

This woman didn't look very young, maybe thirty years old, and she wasn't very good-looking. She seemed a little fat, a little dark, and not tall.

Standing with his own son is really...incongruous!

"Hello..." After a while, Yang Yun showed a faint smile.

"Okay, let's go in first." Gu Chengli on the side was filled with the joy and excitement of his son's return, and he automatically ignored the woman who was brought back by his son.

No matter who she is or what she looks like. He only has his son in his heart now and doesn't care about anything else.

He Xiyan was pulled into the house by Chen Jiahang.

The furniture in the antique-decorated hall is made of mahogany, and there are many paintings and calligraphy works by famous artists hanging on the walls.

Different from the luxury of mansions and villas, the yard of this house is freshly and elegantly decorated, and there are many potted plants in the house.

He Xiyan was sitting on a mahogany sofa. Here, she felt a little embarrassed and didn't know where to put her hands.

"Yan Yan..." Chen Jiahang noticed something was wrong with He Xiyan. He walked over, held her hand tightly and said, "Don't be restrained, just treat this as your home."

He Xiyan smiled slightly, with a bit of bitterness in her smile. She didn't answer, but just nodded again.

In fact, she is not restrained, just because she knows very well that this is not her home.

Her home is in Mingcheng. The house she and Jiahang worked hard to buy together is her home.

This is Gu Shaoqian's home, or even Jiahang's home, but it is not her home.

At this time, the nanny Aunt Qin brought two cups of tea and a plate of fruit. She handed a cup to He Xiyan. said politely:

"Ms. Chen, let's have a cup of tea first."

He Xiyan took it, nodded with a smile and said thank you. At this time, no one noticed the helplessness and sadness flashing in her eyes.

The sound of "Miss Chen" made her more aware of her current identity. She is just "Miss Chen" here.

He Xiyan took a sip of tea. It was not bitter, and even had a faint fragrance. However, it was bitter when she drank it, because it was bitter in her stomach and in her heart.

Jiahang was called to a room inside by his mother. He must have a lot to say. At this time, she and the nanny were the only ones left in the hall.

Aunt Qin didn't seem to know what to say to her. She just glanced at her from time to time and showed an awkward smile.

He Xiyan also smiled back, because she didn't know what to say other than smiling.