The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1917: A Nice Lady

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fortunately, the visitors appeared disinterested in Ye Qianqian.

She remained silent out of fear that they would notice her. However, she still didn't manage to evade them.

"Qianqian, come over and meet someone," Shen Zhilie called.

After Ye Qianqian finished wrapping the last dumpling, she replied, "Sure."

Ye Qianqian was a bundle of nerves. After she washed her hands and ensured that she was clean, and that there wasn't any flour on her face or hands, she walked out.

Shen Zhilie was seated among the elderly folk and looked young and dashing. When he saw Ye Qianqian approaching, he waved his hands at her and said, "Come here. Come and meet these elders."

Ye Qianqian felt slightly embarrassed. She took one look at them before saying, "Hello, Grandfather and Grandmother. My name is Ye Qianqian."

"This is my girlfriend," Shen Zhilie said.

The elderly folk sized her up before turning and exchanging a look with each other.

They seemed to be speaking in a certain dialect, but based on their expressions, Ye Qianqian felt slightly more at ease.

"It seems that they… are not particularly dissatisfied with me," she thought.

"Come over here." Shen Zhilie waved again at Ye Qianqian.

Ye Qianqian walked over and sat down next to Shen Zhilie before he introduced her and said, "This is Grandfather Wang You."

"Hello, Grandfather Wang You."

"This is Grandmother Dongfang."

"Dongfang?" It was a complex surname that Ye Qianqian rarely heard of.

Ye Qianqian couldn't help but give a double-take and obediently address her. "Hello, Grandmother Dongfang."

"This is Grandfather Nanfeng," Shen Zhilie said, introducing her to another elder.

Ye Qianqian: "…"

After a round of introductions, Ye Qianqian felt that all the elderly folks looked the same, and she didn't manage to remember anyone.

While they all had kind and amiable smiles on their faces, Ye Qianqian couldn't explain why, but under their watchful eyes she felt goosebumps break out across her skin.

During lunchtime, all the elderly folks had their meals, along with Nanny He, who had woken up early in the morning to prepare the dumplings.

Ye Qianqian helped to attend to the guests. Later, they all followed Old Mrs. Shen into the study to have a chat. The guests only left at around three o'clock in the afternoon.

An elderly woman, whose white hair was twisted up into a bun, went to hold Ye Qianqian's hands in hers before leaving and saying with a gentle smile on her face, "You're a nice lady."

Ye Qianqian was stunned for a moment. She couldn't understand what the woman meant by this.

The elderly woman smiled, and before Ye Qianqian could reply, she released her hands and left with her friends.

Ye Qianqian and Shen Zhilie sent the guests off, and after they watched them leave, Shen Zhilie turned to look at her.

Shen Zhilie seemed to be watching her strangely. Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Ye Qianqian waved her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Grandmother Dongfang actually likes you very much." Shen Zhilie looked at Ye Qianqian as he walked a circle around her. "Grandmother Dongfang is the closest with Grandmother, and she is as tough a nut to crack as Grandmother."

"Huh?" When Ye Qianqian heard this, she found it to be very abrupt and unexpected. "It's really strange. Then… why did she say that I'm a nice lady?"

"I don't know, either." Shen Zhilie laughed happily. "No matter what, the elderly lady likes you, so that's a piece of good news, isn't it?"

Ye Qianqian still felt that something was amiss, but when she heard what he said, she, too, nodded her head in agreement. "Fair enough."

When they returned inside the house, Old Mrs. Shen was seated in the living room, eating sunflower seeds. When she saw Ye Qianqian enter the room, she said, "Zhilie, go cut some fruits and bring them over."

Shen Zhilie took one glance at the Old Madam before looking at Ye Qianqian.

"Qianqian, come here," Old Lady Shen called her.

Ye Qianqian felt her body tense up. She walked over slowly, as though she were confronting a great enemy.