Ling Yuwei and Yi Shuihan live on the same floor.

  An Lan hung up the phone and hurried out of the subway station, quickly hailing a taxi on the side of the road. Yi Xiu Shan had arrived, and as his daughter-in-law, she naturally had to go back with him; after all, she couldn't just ignore her own father-in-law, could she?

  Zhang's sister told her to hurry back on the phone, and she was thinking of rushing back as soon as possible. However, it happened to be rush hour at this time, and taxis were hard to hail. After finally hailing a taxi, they encountered traffic congestion on the road, so no matter how anxious she was, there was nothing she could do.

  When she rushed back to the Yi family villa, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening. Yi Xuan had already finished dinner and saw her running in alone, covered in dust, his face immediately turned black.

  "Why are you alone? Where's Shui Han?" Yi Xiu Shan's face was gloomy, his voice extremely cold and harsh.

  "The water is cold and has gone out," An Lan said truthfully.

  "Going on a business trip?" Yi Xushan furrowed his brow: "Where did he go on a business trip? When did he leave?"

  "I don't know," An Lan reported truthfully: "He didn't say where he was going, and he just left last night."

  Yi Shui Han originally said he was going on a business trip today, but after sending her back to Yi Pin Jiang Nan last night, he received a call and then said that something had come up and left. After he left, he didn't come back again.

  "You don't even know how to be a good wife?" Yi Xiu Shan was obviously very dissatisfied with her, and couldn't help but scold her with a stern face: "Another term for 'wife' is 'virtuous helper'? Take a look at yourself, do you have any semblance of being a virtuous helper?"

  An Lan immediately fell silent. What else could she do? Hadn't she already been completely obedient to Yi Shuihan? He said go east, and she had never gone west anyway?

  Yi Xiu Shan became even angrier at her silence and continued to scold: "Also, the Yi family has a main residence in Hong Kong and Bin City. Your mother is the mistress of the house in Hong Kong, and since Tian Ze isn't married, you would naturally be the mistress here. Which household's mistress doesn't live at home? You're great, just a few days after getting married, you can't do anything else, but you're very skilled at meddling with your husband's affairs. You actually persuaded Shui Han to move out and live with you, is this how you act as the mistress of the house? Leaving such a large house here for the servants to live in?"

  At this moment, An Lan was completely speechless.

  Was it she who urged Yi Shuihan to move out? Does the current Yi Shuihan listen to her words like that? It seems that this Yi Xu Shan really doesn't understand his own son at all.

  "Dad, why are you in a bad mood as soon as you come back? Who made you angry again?" The sound of Yi Yu Yan's voice came from the doorway, and it also happened to rescue An Lan from being scolded.

  "Who else is there?" Yi Xiu Shan saw his daughter walk in and glared at her fiercely, saying: "Didn't I tell you to come back early? How did you end up strolling around until this time?"

  "Am I willing?" Yi Yu Bai rolled her eyes at her father and coquettishly shouted: "Isn't it because Miss Ling is going to participate in that music arena's good voice grand competition? I helped her choose songs, and even helped her contact the instrumentalists."

  "Oh, have you all contacted each other yet?" Yi Xushan heard his daughter say that she was helping Ling Yuwei and immediately became concerned: "Did Yuwei discuss with your second brother about participating in this good voice thing?"

  "They should have discussed it, right?" Yi Yu Yan glanced at An Lan standing beside her and said vaguely: "I'm not too sure either, but I heard that the organizer of Good Song Voice is in contact with Second Brother about advertising, and they've already come up with a slogan... something like 'Listen to Good Song Voice on Hai Mi mobile phones'."

  "Oh, that's good," Yi Xiu Shan let out a soft sigh and said: "Then I'll have to call Tian Ze and ask him to give Hao Ge Sheng an advertisement or something..."

  "Hmph..." Yi Yu Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Dad, big brother is in real estate, has nothing to do with good singing voice, and he's been busy lately, so don't put too much pressure on him, be careful not to overdo it."

  Yi Xiu Shan was reminded by his daughter, thinking of the time three years ago when he forced Yi Tian Ze to get married. In the end, not only did Yi Tian Ze not give in, but now the relationship between father and son has always been at odds.

  "Alright, since your second brother has advertised, there shouldn't be any worries," Yi Xuan Shan let out a long sigh of relief and reminded his daughter: "By the way, Yu Yan, you know many people in this aspect, so just help out a bit. Don't end up like last time, stopping at fifth place again."

  "This goes without saying, I will naturally help Miss Ling," Yi Yu Yan replied calmly: "Now she has chosen a Canadian song, it seems that the effect is better with a violin accompaniment. But I heard that the violinist arranged by the TV station is not satisfactory to her. So, I am thinking of ways to contact a violinist for her."

  "Violinist?" Yi Xushan slightly paused, turned his head and looked at An Lan standing aside: "Gu Anlan, didn't you teach violin in art school?"

  "Ah?!" An Lan instinctively let out a sound, for a moment she didn't understand the meaning behind Yi Xuan Shan's question.

  "Then go and accompany Yu Yan on the trip?" Yi Xuan Shan's words were phrased as a question, but his tone was not one of inquiry, rather it was closer to an order.

  An Lan was speechless at this time, she is Yi Shui Han's wife, and Ling Yu Wei is Yi Shui Han's publicly acknowledged mistress. The wife and the mistress performing on the same stage, does Yi Xu Shan think this is okay?

  An Lan didn't know how to respond, fortunately Yi Yu Yan helped her out.

  "Dad, Miss Ling has very high requirements for the instrumentalists. She doesn't even approve of those arranged by the TV station. Sister-in-law only teaches violin at an art school, and she may not even meet the level of a violinist arranged by the TV station. If you force her to work with Ling Yuwei and Miss Ling doesn't want her, but it's also not good to go against your wishes... what if things go wrong?"

  "Oh, right," Yi Xuan Shan reacted immediately after his daughter reminded him, "Yu Yan, now that you mention it, I remember that this woman used all sorts of tricks to marry into the Yi family back then. If we let her accompany Yu Wei on stage, she might just cause trouble. It's better not to let her go."

  An Lan said faintly to Yi Xu Shan, "Dad, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

  "Where are you going?" Yi Xiu Shan immediately turned dark and questioned: "Isn't this home?"

  An Lan's house is here, but the key thing is that she and Yi Shuihan have moved out. She no longer lives here.

  "Second sister, why don't you just move back home?" Yi Yu Yan immediately came over to persuade An Lan, hastily giving her a signal with his eyes, indicating that she shouldn't argue with her own father.

  An Lan nodded and said obediently to Yi Xuan Shan Dao: "Dad, I'll go upstairs first then."

  Yi Xiu Shan perhaps also felt she was standing in the way and waved his hand, indicating for her to hurry up and leave.

  Yiyu Yan saw Anlan go upstairs and then advised her father, "Dad, don't always pick on Erniang. The marriage was held by our Yi family, and it was also my second brother who chose her..."

  "But she took out the video five days before your second brother and Yuwei's engagement, and chose to post it online and send it to the newspaper instead of bringing it to us to discuss. This exposed her true nature as a wolf in sheep's clothing." Yi Xiangshan let out a cold snort as he looked at his daughter: "Don't be deceived by her honest and kind appearance, she's just like her father Gu Yunbo - sincere on the surface, but with a deep and complex mind."

  "Maybe it was her father who told her to put the video online?" Yi Yu Yan continued to comfort her own father: "Gu An Lan is still young, and she's into music, where would she have so many tricks up her sleeve..."

  "Hmm, I see she's got a lot of tricks up her sleeve," Yi Xiu Shan snorted again. "Look at how she's been married to your second brother for just a few days and now she's already manipulated him into moving out? Do you think if your second brother had married Yu Wei, Yu Wei would have encouraged him to move out?"

  "This... might be Second Brother wanting to move out himself?" Yi Yu Yan guessed, "Dad, you also know that Second Brother never really liked coming home..."

  "Alright, stop persuading me here," Yi Xiu Shan waved his hand impatiently: "Actually, her behavior at the matchmaking meeting initially made me take a second look, thinking she was quite understanding of the situation. Who knew she was just a yellow sparrow? She seemed so innocent back then, but it turned out she had all sorts of schemes and calculations in mind. Who would like someone like that?"

  Yiyu Yan immediately fell silent, because she didn't understand this person Gu Anlan, and she also didn't know if Gu Anlan had any dealings with her second brother before. However, the way Gu Anlan exposed the video directly a few days before her second brother's engagement to Ling Yuwei did give people a very sinister feeling.

  An Lan returned to the upstairs, fortunately, Yi Shui Han didn't move all her clothes when she moved out, and there were still some spare clothes left in the closet, so it was okay for her to stay overnight.

  As soon as I got upstairs, my phone rang. It was my mother calling to ask why I hadn't arrived home yet. Wasn't I supposed to be attending class at the art center again?

  She quickly said that she had returned to the Yi family's mansion and couldn't go back tonight, telling her mother not to wait for her. Qin Xiang asked if she could go back tomorrow, and she said that she didn't know about tomorrow yet, and would have to wait until tomorrow to see if she was free to return.

  At night, she didn't eat dinner and was so hungry that her stomach hurt. She got up in the middle of the night to go downstairs to find something to eat. Because she wasn't familiar with the kitchen, she inevitably made a lot of noise, which startled Zhang Shu who lived on the first floor.

  "Mrs. Second Master, you must be hungry, you can call me if you need anything. What's the point of making such a big noise in the middle of the night? What if you wake up the old master who lives on the first floor?"

  An Lan was startled, she didn't think the sound she made would be so loud that it would wake people up, and she also didn't know that Yi Xuan Shan lived on the first floor, she wasn't familiar with this building at all.

  Fortunately, Zhang Shu helped out and quickly cooked the noodles. An Lan originally asked Zhang Shu to go back to sleep first, saying she would wash the dishes after eating, but Zhang Shu refused, insisting on waiting for her to finish eating and then washing the dishes before leaving.

  After eating noodles, she went upstairs and her stomach no longer hurt. She lay down on the bed and felt drowsy, but just as she was dozing off, the sound of a text message alert on her phone startled her awake again.

  She thought it was another spam message, picked up her phone to delete it, but unexpectedly it was from Yi Shuihan, slightly stunned for a moment before opening it, only to find two words: An Lan.

  She stared at these two words for a while before responding with another two words: "What's up?"

  The reply came quickly: "Nothing, just wanted to call out to you."

  She was speechless and since nothing was wrong, she didn't bother to reply to the message again, pulled over the quilt and fell asleep.

  The next morning, An Lan planned to eat breakfast and then head back home, but unexpectedly, Yi Xuan ordered her to move back to the Yi family's large courtyard today and not allow her to live outside anymore.

  Yi Xiu Shan said: "As the young madam of the Yi family, you should have the demeanor of a young madam. Instead, you're always staying outside, and those who know say that you moved out yourself, while those who don't think that the Yi family can't accommodate you, and you've been driven out just a few days after getting married."

  She started to get a headache at that time. Although Yi Shuihan didn't move many things to Yipin Jiangnan, it wouldn't be easy for her to move back by herself, would it?

  It seems she can only move her clothes and daily necessities back first, let Yi Shuihan wait until he comes back to move his own things. Besides, it was him who wanted to move out in the first place, who knows if he even wants to come back?

  When going out, coincidentally met Yi Yu Yan who was also driving out, so politely invited her to hitch a ride.

  "Don't mind my dad," Yi Yu Yan said, driving the car into the Yi family's large courtyard. "My brother has been in a five-year relationship with Ling Yuwei, and to my dad, Ling Yuwei has a somewhat special status. Now that her marriage to my brother has fallen through, he's definitely not happy about it. And since he can't take it out on Second Brother, he'll inevitably vent his frustrations on you."

  "Oh, I didn't mind him," An Lan replied calmly: "How can a junior like me be at odds with a senior? Besides, how long can I still be his junior anyway? If he wants to take out his frustrations on me, then so be it, if that makes him feel any better."

  Yiyu Yan heard this and slightly furrowed her brow, somewhat displeased, saying: "Second Aunt, although Father said some excessive things to you last night, but you're married to my second brother, can't you just tolerate it for his sake? What's the meaning of 'being able to do something for a long time' as a younger generation? Don't tell me you don't plan on spending your whole life with my second brother?"

  An Lan couldn't help but laugh at these words, and said lightly: "Many things aren't just a matter of what you plan, are they? Moreover, has your second brother ever said he plans to spend the rest of his life with me?"

  Yi Yu Yan was speechless, she only knew that her second brother had chosen Gu Anlan, she only knew that he insisted on marrying Gu Anlan, and she only knew that he had put a lot of thought into preparing a grand and unique wedding for her.

  But what does this prove? After all, because of Dong Jiahui's affair, Er Ge has been distant from his family members, as if there is an invisible barrier between them. Even though she and Da Ge have treated him with sincerity and kindness, and their mother has almost gone out of her way to show him her heart over the past five years, Er Ge still remains aloof, maintaining a distance that is neither close nor far.

  Yiyu Yan stopped the car outside Yipin Jiangnan and turned to ask Anlan, who was unfastening her seatbelt and preparing to get out of the car, "Second sister, are there a lot of things? Do you need my help?"

  "No need, you go ahead," An Lan immediately declined Yi Yu Yan's kindness: "You just said on the phone that you would rush over right away? I won't delay you, I'll take a taxi back later."

  Yiyu Yan nodded slightly and didn't insist anymore. She indeed didn't have the time, as the radio station was already urging her, and she really couldn't afford to delay.

  After An Lan's car drove away, she walked into the Yipin Jiangnan Building. The elevator in a luxury residence like this would not normally take very long to arrive, so after about two minutes, the doors opened.

  She followed two others into the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, when she suddenly heard someone shouting "wait a minute". As she looked up, that person also stepped in with one foot. When their eyes met, both of them froze for an instant.

  An Lan didn't expect to run into Ling Yuwei here either, because Yi Shuihan was on a business trip, and she thought Ling Yuwei had also gone with Yi Shuihan.

  Ling Yuwei was slightly stunned for a moment before reacting first and even took the initiative to greet her: "Miss Gu, what a coincidence!"

  An Lan smiled slightly and corrected her: "It's a bit of a coincidence, but, Miss Ling, I've already married Mr. Yi Shuihan ten days ago, so please call me Second Young Madam from now on."

  Ling Yuwei's face immediately turned red to the base of her neck, just as a "ding" sound rang out, the elevator stopped on the 12th floor, and the other two people gave them a meaningful look before walking out.

  "Miss Gu, which floor are you going to?" Ling Yuwei asked, looking at the red digital buttons on the elevator.

  An Lan was directly speechless, didn't Ling Yuwei recognize Arabic numerals?

  "Could it be that you also live on the 19th floor?" Ling Yuwei saw An Lan not responding, and after a long time, she had an epiphany.

  An Lan was puzzled: "Miss Ling means you live on the 19th floor?"

  "Yes," Ling Yuwei smiled naturally: "It's really a coincidence, we actually live on the same floor. It seems that there is some fate, and in the future, neighbors can visit each other and take care of each other."

  "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," An Lan replied calmly: "I'm moving out of here today."

  "Is that so?" Ling Yuwei's face was filled with regret: "It seems we still lacked a bit of fate, I just thought about whether there would be an opportunity to ask you for violin lessons in the future, didn't expect you'd actually move away, it's really quite regrettable."

  "It's indeed a pity," An Lan nodded, and when she walked out of the elevator, she added: "And I'll be moving back to the Yi family compound to live. From now on, I probably won't have any chance to be neighbors with Miss Ling again."

  Ling Yuwei's face, which was originally still smiling, immediately stiffened, while An Lan had already elegantly turned around and walked towards her 1901 room.

  One product of Jiangnan is a two-story, two-house luxury apartment. Yi Shuihan's room was 1901, so Ling Yuwei's room must have been 1902.

  It turned out that they had already bought a floor here long ago. As for Yishuihan, he didn't come back the night before, maybe he just didn't go far? Wasn't it just in 1902?

  There aren't many things to move, because they were in a hurry that night when they moved over, and Yishuihan didn't bring her many clothes either. Of course, mainly because she didn't have many clothes at the Yi family's big house either.

  Found a small luggage bag, packed my clothes and toiletries, then looked at the large red dragon and phoenix pattern on the big bed, hesitated for a while, and finally did not choose to take it away.

  Yi Jia's big yard is large, but compared to the Quin Garden, it is much smaller. It is just a lakeside villa with a separate entrance in Xinghai Mingcheng, with a courtyard area of about 500 square meters. There are palm trees, lychee trees, longan trees and mango trees that are unique to the south, as well as two papaya trees.

  In early June, the papaya tree had already borne a lot of fruit, densely growing along the trunk. Zhang Shu said that both the mistress and the young lady liked this papaya tree, and at home they often made papaya stew with snow clams. This was truly a naturally good papaya, incomparable to those sold in the market.

  The papaya stewed with snow clams is a beauty dessert, and it just so happens that there's a ripe papaya, the madam and young lady aren't around, I'll stew it for you to eat tonight.

  Perhaps because she wasn't used to eating it since childhood, Anlan didn't think the braised wood ear mushrooms with snow clams were particularly delicious. She was even a bit unaccustomed to the taste of the wood ear mushrooms and wouldn't have wanted to continue eating if she hadn't seen Zhang Shu's hard work in cooking them.

  The big yard of the Yi family is usually only Zhang Shu and his wife, as well as the security guard. With Yi Xuan Shan around for the past two days, An Lan didn't want to provoke him, so he neither went back home nor went downstairs to take a stroll, instead quietly staying on his own third floor.

  Because she didn't bring her violin to the Yi's house, besides, even if she had brought it, Yi Xuan was just downstairs, what if he thought the sound of her playing was too noisy and disturbing him, wouldn't that be a crime?

  Idle and having nothing to do, An Lan was writing in the study on the second floor. The door of Yi's family study was locked and she couldn't get in. Without the four treasures of the study, she used a signature pen to write on a notebook with shallow green paper and black ink marks. After writing and writing, it was still that one sentence: "He was born not to be infatuated, there is no place for nostalgia in the world."

  The pen tip is desolate, as if the paper also has a sound. In fact, the early summer sun shines brightly from the floor-to-ceiling window and shoots in, with the setting sun leaning over half of the tea table. The blue-and-white porcelain teacup on the tea table is covered with a faint halo in the sunlight.

  The large living room was extremely quiet, outside the window there were cicadas calling "knowing and knowing" in a hot and annoying way, while inside the room, only the sound of An Lan's pen tip flowing smoothly and clearly on the paper could be heard.

  Anlan learned calligraphy from a young age, with her mother being extremely strict. By the time she was ten years old, she could write excellent small regular script. At twelve years old, she even won first prize in a middle school student calligraphy competition. However, after moving to Canada, she wrote less and less, especially in recent years, and has not picked up her pen for a long time.

  Apart from her family and Yi Shuihan, no one else should know that she is also exceptionally good at calligraphy, but An Lan had forgotten that there was still someone who remembered her calligraphy skills, and this person was none other than her childhood friend, Zhuo Bu Fan.

  Zhuo Bu Fan called when it was already dusk, the sunlight had quietly walked away, her pen tip was drawing the last thought character, and was interrupted by the phone ring.

  She let out a soft sigh, gazing at the incomplete thought character, picked up her phone, and just as she pressed the answer button, Zhuo Bu Fan's voice came through loudly: "Gu An Lan, what are you busy with? Not even going out on this big Sunday?"

  "What's wrong with going out?" An Lan retorted calmly: "Do you think everyone is as idle as you are?"

  "Am I free?" Zhuo Bu Fan couldn't help but complain on the phone: "Which real estate company boss do you see who is idle on Saturday and Sunday? Don't believe me, ask..."

  "If you're so busy, how do you have time to call and chat with me?" An Lan quickly cut him off: "Then hurry up and go, don't delay this busy person."

  An Lan was about to hang up the phone when Zhuo Bu Fan urgently shouted on the other end: "Don't, no matter what you have to stall me for a while."

  "What's going on?" An Lan asked with a frown.

  Zhuo Bu Fan smiled over there and asked in a low voice, "An Lan, can you help me write a character? Just use your most skilled small regular script."

  An Lan said lightly: "Then you'd better go find someone else, I haven't picked up a pen in ages and have already forgotten what small script looks like."

  Zhuo Bu Fan was shouting on the other end of the phone: "Gu An Lan, how can you be so ungrateful? Don't forget who gave you that video. Now that you've married into a wealthy family, do you want to kick me away with one foot? Do you understand what it means to burn your bridges?"

  An Lan couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Alright then, how do you want me to repay your kindness?"

  "Help me write a couplet," Zhuo Bu Fan spoke again: "I'm asking for something so low, just one couplet?"

  "Oh," An Lan replied faintly, "I haven't written in a long time. After being abroad for many years, I've written more English than Chinese. What do you think..."

  "Gu Anlan, if you make up another excuse like that, I'll cut off our friendship!" Zhuo Bufan shouted angrily on the phone: "No, it's cutting off our childhood friendship!"

  An Lan thought that Zhuo Bu Fan's request for her to write a couplet was just a casual phone call to kill time, but unexpectedly, he actually came to the school on Wednesday afternoon to look for her.

  Zhuo Bu Fan was familiar with the principal of the art school, and directly went to her office. Seeing the piano hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but touch it with his hand, then frowned and said: "Is this the piano you use for teaching? Why don't you get a better one?"

  An Lan gave him a glance, the piano was uniformly allocated by the school, she also wanted to get a better one, but the key is that the school has to buy it?

  Zhuo Bu Fan smiled and said: "Alright, you help me write a couplet, I'll give you a qin, how about that?"

  "The piano is not a problem, we have one at home," An Lan placed a cup of water in front of Zhuo Bu Fan: "Really want to write? I'll be honest with you, it's been a long time since I last picked up a pen, and I don't know if the characters I write will even be legible."

  Zhuo Bufan smiled and picked up the teacup to take a sip, looking out the window. The open window faced a quiet small grove in the school, which was bathed in sunlight in the afternoon, even the greenery was tinged with a layer of radiance.

  The two kapok trees closest to the window still had a few late-blooming flowers hanging from them, and in the sunlight they were as red as fire and as beautiful as blood.

  The teaching building in front of me had a faint sound of piano coming from it, I guess some classroom was having a practice lesson, the melody was beautiful and elegant, it should be the teacher's demonstration, floating in the campus, making the campus look more elegant and peaceful.

  "This is Du Hai's," An Lan saw Zhuo Bu Fan noticing the piano sound, and softly explained to him: "Du Hai plays the piano very well, he is the best piano teacher in the art school."

  "Not bad, let's make an appointment another day to get to know each other," Zhuo Bufan put down the cup in his hand: "I need to get to know more people who do art, or I'll be all coppery smell."

  An Lan smiled: "You've already got a coppery smell on you, Du Xi is different from those soft girls surrounding you, it's better if you don't get to know her."

  Zhuo Bu Fan's mouth twitched slightly as he saw her sit back down at the office desk, and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you done yet?"

  An Lan didn't even lift her head and responded with a voice: "There's still one more class this afternoon, if you're busy..."

  "I'm not busy, I'll just wait for you here," Zhuo Bufan hastily interrupted her and said: "A class period is only 45 minutes, playing games in your office for a while has become like this."