Chapter 68：Quickly Give Me A Grandson

Jiang Ruolan always felt a bit awkward when meeting old people. She lived in an unfamiliar environment since she was a child until she was 17 years old. She lived alone with Yijun and rarely meets a good elder.

Under Zhan An's gentle gaze, she felt awkward and didn't know what to say. She looked skeptically at certain someone who was still pretending to be stupid.

"Mom." Xian Zihao's eyes showed helplessness as he sighed and laughed. "Stop forcing her. You're scaring her."

"Scared?" Zhan An was stunned and quickly held Jiang Ruolan's hand tightly. "Good child, don't be afraid. My personality is always like this. If you are not used to it, then it's fine, but you have to quickly give me a grandson. I can't wait to hear your child call me grandma. "

Jiang Ruolan kept blinking her eyes. She turned her head to look at Xian Zihao, whose face was completely black.

Seeing the two of them behaving like this, Zhan An became unhappy. She glanced at Xian Zihao, who was just sitting there, not talking. "Zihao, you've been married for two months. Where is my daughter-in-law's wedding ring?"

Zhan An raised Jiang Ruolan's hand gently and showed it to Xian Zihao. "Is this how you treat my daughter-in-law?"

Xian Zihao's mouth twitched, "Do you have to think this fast? Before, you were talking about grandchildren, and now you are talking about rings."

"Not just the ring, look at your house, you don't even have a wedding photo. It doesn't matter if you don't have an engagement party, but a wedding should be held!! I will think of a way to persuade your father and grandfather. You can't treat my daughter-in-law like this. If someone else is having a wedding, then my daughter-in-law must have it too!"

Xian Zihao did not know whether to laugh or cry. Zhan An shook Jiang Ruolan's hand and said with a smile, "Good child, see how impatient mom is. I have been here for a long time but I forgot to ask your name."

"Auntie." Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and whispered, "My name is Jiang Ruolan."

"Your surname is Jiang?"

"Yes."

"Good, good, your surname is Jiang, and your name is also good. I like it!" Zhan An looked for the red packet she had prepared earlier and put it in Jiang Ruolan's hand. "Good child, take it."

"Auntie, I can't take this!" Jiang Ruolan pushed the thick red packet. She can't accept it.

Zhan An gently grabbed her hand. "You can't refuse it. Since this is the first time I've met my daughter-in-law, I have to give her a red packet. This is a custom in China!"

"But …"

Xian Zihao, sitting next to Zhan An, knew that his mother had other intentions when she came at midnight. When he saw Jiang Ruolan refused the red packet, he said, "Just take it. She gave it to you."

Jiang Ruolan felt this was not a good idea but since Xian Zihao had already said it, it was not appropriate for her not to accept it. She awkwardly held the thick red packet with both hands and said, "Thank you Auntie."

Zihao stood and sat next to Jiang Ruolan. He looked at her with a slight tenderness in his eyes."You still call her Auntie even though you already accepted the red packet?"

Zhan An smiled as she tilted her head, watching her son and daughter and daughter-in-law. Jiang Ruolan looked at Xian Zihao, who was next to her, with a non-smiling smile. She then turned to look at Zhan An, who was smiling at her.

Jiang Ruolan blinked in embarrassment. It had been twenty years since she uttered that word to anyone, so when she opened her mouth at this moment, she felt a little bothered. "Mom."

As the word came out of her mouth, the hand holding the red packet was suddenly tightened.

In her mind, Jiang Ruolan suddenly remembered the scene where she and Yijun stood on the roof twenty years ago and watched their mother's body fall from the building. For a moment, she felt lost.

Zhan An grinned from ear to ear. "This child is really likable."

Xian Zihao looked at that time, his words destroyed the warm and harmonious atmosphere. "Mom, it's late. If you don't want to go home, I'll take you to the hotel."

Jiang Ruolan smiled. "Auntie, sleeping late is not good for your health. You should rest early. Zihao will send you home."

"Send what?" Zhan An's smile was tinged with a hint of shrewd. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked around, "Don't we have two bedrooms? I'll sleep in the second bedroom, you two sleep in the master bedroom!"

Nani?!

Jiang Ruolan was in shock.

Xian Zihao frowned. "You want to stay here?"

Zhan An had already let go of the fur shawl on her shoulder and was about to walk towards the second bedroom when she heard her son's words. "Your mother has been bullied to this extent by your father! Are you willing to let me sleep on the street?"

Xian Zihao pursed his lips in silence. Moments later, he said, "Mom, there isn't much furniture in the bedroom. It's not as comfortable as a hotel. I'll take you there first."

"Hotel? I plan to return to the United States in a month, could you let me stay in a hotel for the whole month?"

Zhan An looked at her son with a disgusted expression before shifting her attention to Jiang Ruolan, who was standing on the side like a statue.

"Ruolan, can you believe it? Your mom hadn't returned for a long time, but as soon she came here to seek for comfort, this sticking brat wanted to kick me out instead!"

When her name was called, she hurriedly looked at Zhan An, who had eyes full of complaints. Her relationship with Xian Zihao was not what Zhan An thought but when she saw her (Zhan An) sad face, what can she say?

Jiang Ruolan had already called Zhan An 'mom,' and if she had refused her request, she (Zhan An) would felt a little heartache.

Zhan An couldn't help but break into a wide grin. Her gaze shifted to Xian Zihao, waiting for his answer. At the same time, she was shooting daggers with her eyes at him. "Son, do you have the heart to let your mother stay alone in a hotel all month?"

Xian Shuren held her Hermes bag and looked at them both.

Seeing that they were not responding, she immediately walked towards the door with a disappointed look. "Ah, forget it, the old man is angry with me, and the young man does not want me either. It seemed my presence didn't need in this house, and even the boy who always protects me doesn't care about me anymore. I will go, I will go!"

Xian Zihao began to laugh. "Mom, what are you trying to say! All right, you take the master bedroom while Ruolan and I can sleep in the second bedroom."

Jiang Ruolan looked at Xian Zihao in surprise. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa. Obviously, he will not leave either.

Zhan An almost reached the door, but hearing Xian Zihao, she turned and walked back with a smile on her face. She looked around the house, opened the door to the second bedroom. Standing inside, she said, "There are only blankets and closets. How do you two live here?"

"We will sleep in that room for tonight. We can talk about other things tomorrow." Xian Zihao's black eyes glanced at Jiang Ruolan, who was sitting stiffly next to him.

Zhan An continued walking to the master bedroom. She opened the door and looked around. "I am very familiar with Zihao's attitude. He didn't want me to suffer any grievance. If I stayed in that room now, he will definitely don't agree. How about this, let Ruolan accompany me this weekend. We are going to buy some furniture. I like the bedroom pattern and when the furniture and everything is ready, I will take the second bedroom."

"Since you just returned from America, don't worry too much about us." Jiang Ruolan had to abide by her decision.

"Ruolan, when you have a child, as a mother, you will understand my feelings. Sometimes, you don't want to worry but you also have to worry. Which mother will not feel sorry for her child?" Zhan An looked at her with a radiant smile, then looked at her stomach meaningfully.

Jiang Ruolan immediately closed her mouth and lowered her head.

In Zhan An's eyes, her action meant she was embarrassed.

Zhan An smiled. She took the TV remote and played with it for a while before turning on the TV and sitting on the couch at the same time. "You two go to bed. You don't have to stay with me."

Jiang Ruolan initially planned to spend the night in her study to arrange a news report for tomorrow while Zhan An was sleeping. She didn't think that she (Zhan An) would turn on the TV.

Jiang Ruolan glance at Xian Zihao hesitantly.

Xian Zihao, on the other hand, was sitting on the couch with his hands crossed on his chest.