The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

At 8:7 p.m. on August 5, in a staff building of the China Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

Zhan Wei, who was leaning on the head of the bed watching TV, raised his hand to rub his twitching left eyelid for the thirteenth time, then sighed resignedly, dragged his tired body after work, slowly walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, trying to make himself more awake.

After repeatedly washing his face with cold water, Zhan Wei finally felt that his evil eyelids had calmed down a little. He reached out to take his towel from the towel rack and vigorously wiped his face, which was covered with water droplets.

When Zhan Wei was about to hang the face towel back, he was surprised to see the half-empty towel rack on the wall.

Since when did Jian Lan's things in his house gradually become less and less...

He didn't even notice that Jian Lan's toiletries seemed to have disappeared from the bathroom without him noticing.

Zhan Wei suddenly remembered that Jian Lan was particularly happy one day last month and told him that her daughter Xu Yiyu had found a reliable and high-paying job in Lucheng, so she didn't have to continue to be busy at an age when others of the same age had already retired.

Although she said so, Jian Lan still got up early every day, prepared breakfast for him, and then went out to work, which was exactly the same as her previous schedule.

Zhan Wei had encountered Jian Lan packing clothes into the suitcase several times. He asked her what she was doing at that time. Jian Lan just said that the company would send her on a long business trip in a while and she was packing clothes for that time.

Because Zhan Wei worked at the Fruit and Vegetable Research Institute of the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences, he was sometimes sent to various parts of China for crop planting research. The nature of Jian Lan's work was also related to sales, so he did not suspect anything.

He vaguely remembered that Jian Lan had stored two suitcases of clothes at the company, so that the closet at home was now much emptier.

Zhan Wei opened the bathroom door and walked out. When passing by the kitchen, he saw Jian Lan who was busy preparing dinner in the small kitchen. She seemed to have just finished replying to a Yixin message, and started to fry the fried pancakes in the iron pan in front of her, while also taking care of the electric baking pan next to the stove that was making pancakes.

He shook his head in self-mockery, and couldn't help wondering if he was thinking too much because he was getting old, even doubting the person he had lived with for several years.

Zhan Wei walked back to the master bedroom, looked at the clean bedroom and bed, and once again wondered if he was being petty. He dragged his sore legs and climbed onto the bed that had just been replaced with freshly washed bedding.

During the years when Xu Yiyu worked in the imperial capital, he lived in his house for two-thirds of the time. He was a man of few words, quiet and reserved, and someone who could endure loneliness and get things done.

Zhan Wei knew that he was sometimes nosy and had a bad temper. He would often speak without restraint when he was angry. Although Jian Lan, who was older than him, never showed it, he knew that Jian Lan had some complaints about him about this.

Moreover, Xu Yiyu had been an introverted child since she was fat. After he got angry several times, although she still agreed with him with a smile on her face, he could still feel something was different.

——This child doesn’t like to get along with him.

How should I put it? Although he treated Xu Yiyu like his own child on the surface, in fact, he just liked her more, but was far from being that close.

What do young kids say nowadays...Oh, social phobia.

This child is severely socially anxious.

He had always been reserved about the kid's vision for finding a job. For some reason, he always felt that he did not trust Xu Yiyu's vision in all aspects.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wei shook his head again, and once again lamented that he was indeed old and thought too much.

He picked up the TV remote control on the bedside table, turned the TV to Channel 1, and began to watch the Chinese Poetry Competition which was broadcast on time every Monday with relish, no longer letting his mind wander.

Jian Lan, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, took out her cell phone from her trouser pocket, looked at the message her daughter Xu Yiyu sent her on Yixin, and laughed silently.

[Mom, I just arrived at the hotel. I will bring Xiao Lu to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences to see you tomorrow at noon.]

【I love you（づ￣3￣）づ╭?～】

Jian Lan stared at the two Yixin messages sent by Xu Yiyu, smiling the whole time. However, as she smiled, her nose began to feel sore involuntarily.

She quickly wiped the slightly moist corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, put the phone back into her trouser pocket, put on heat-proof gloves, skillfully took the pancake out of the electric griddle and placed it on the small cooking table to cool, then walked to the side and concentrated on stir-frying the shredded pork pancake in the iron pan.

After talking to her daughter on the phone some time ago, Jian Lan quickly resigned from the company that had owed her nine months' salary. She used the money her daughter transferred to her to pay off the mortgages for the two houses she had previously bought in Nanhu Province. She followed her daughter's advice and started looking for houses in the capital.

In order to avoid Zhan Wei's suspicion, Jian Lan always used the excuse that "the company wants me to go on a business trip in a while". She packed her luggage, which was not too much, in batches and went out and came home at the usual time. Sometimes she took her luggage to the home of a colleague with whom she had a good relationship, so that when she found a house, she could move in directly after Xu Yiyu came to the capital to accompany her to complete the house buying procedures.

Nearly a month had passed since Xu Yiyu had talked to him on the phone that time. She had almost finished looking at houses and had a few options in mind. All of them were fully furnished and well-appointed, and they also had good ventilation, so they could be moved in immediately after completing the property transfer procedures.

However, the prices of these houses are somewhat high, with the lowest price reaching over 3000 million.

Jian Lan has seen a lot of the world and has had some money in his hands, but the only time he has had 1 million in his bank account is... now.

Because of her sufficient budget, the houses she chose during this period were all flats with an area of ​​200 square meters or above. The residential areas were all located near the third ring road of the imperial capital. Each apartment had at least three to four bedrooms, the number of floors was neither too high nor too low, and the lighting time and degree were just right.

Jian Lan had a simple idea when she was looking at houses - although Xu Yiyu repeatedly told Jian Lan that she didn't need to worry about her own housing problem, Jian Lan still wanted to reserve the largest master bedroom for her daughter in the newly bought house.

She has never been an optimist, and still wanted to leave some protection for Xu Yiyu in the imperial capital.

As for Jian Lan herself...she is already sixty years old this year. Apart from dancing with her sisters and traveling to countries near China or traveling with friends in China, she is already very satisfied and does not have too many material desires.

A few days ago, she received a package of the new Apple phone that Xu Yiyu bought for her online. She asked her daughter about it on Yixin, and Xu Yiyu was unusually tough and insisted that Jian Lan replace the old model that she had been using for a long time and was extremely slow.

Whenever she mentioned the topic of not changing, Xu Yiyu would tell her half coquettishly and half threateningly that if Jian Lan didn't change, she would keep sending her mobile phones until Jian Lan received so many that her house couldn't hold all of them. Then she would see if she would change.

Jian Lan agreed reluctantly at the time, fearing that her daughter would do something stubborn and really buy a hundred mobile phones and send them to her. Then she would have trouble telling Zhan Wei about it.

Jian Lan sighed, carefully took the fried pancakes that were already cooked through out of the wok, and put them on two different plates.

The big plate was given to Zhan Wei, who ate a lot, and the small plate was left for myself, who had a smaller appetite.

She understood her daughter's personality. Although Xu Yiyu seemed quiet on the surface, she had learned from her that she was stubborn and strong-willed. That was why she had never told Xu Yiyu that she had not yet broken up with Zhan Wei.

Jian Lan knew that when she was younger, her desire for control was even stronger than it is now. She put a lot of pressure on her daughter's life that should not be borne by her daughter. When she misunderstood her daughter, she was too proud to apologize and instead kept using the excuse of "doing it for her own good" to hold her hostage.

Jian Lan knew that this was wrong, but she couldn't help but want to do it.

Gradually, Xu Yiyu, who was very close to Jian Lan and had a cheerful personality in childhood, became more and more taciturn as he grew up, and no longer talked to her about his inner thoughts.

As she watched her daughter become more and more inferior as she grew up, she couldn't help but put on a stern face and preach to her.

Although Jian Lan never hit her daughter, her words and tone were always serious when she lectured. Sometimes Xu Yiyu lost her temper when she listened to her scolding, and she would avoid Jian Lan and hide in the bathroom to cry secretly.

When Xu Yiyu and Jian Lan mentioned that she had suddenly become rich because she had saved a wealthy European man, she really didn't believe it at first, and even wanted to get angry with Xu Yiyu.

In her opinion, this was even more unrealistic than winning the first prize in the lottery and it was impossible to happen.

However, the reports and photo screenshots that Xu Yiyu sent her could confirm what Xu Yiyu said.

She began to reflect on herself at that time, wondering if she didn't trust her daughter enough...

Tomorrow, Zhan Wei is going on a business trip to the neighboring city. He will not be at home all day and will not be back until the evening. Jian Lan plans to go to the vegetable market in the courtyard in advance to buy some good vegetables and cook a few of Xu Yiyu's favorite dishes at home.

I don’t know whether CC has gained weight or lost weight. She is such an incompetent mother.

Under the same roof, Zhan Wei and Jian Lan, each with their own thoughts, spent an unusually peaceful night.

But for Xu Yiyu, who was resting in the presidential suite of Yihao Hotel, the scene was quite different.