Chapter 63: Seems My Younger Brother Performed Well Last Night?

The next day, after Su Ruan woke up, the spot beside her was already empty.

She rubbed her slightly sore eyes, recalling someone's aggrieved expression last night, and at the end could only hold her pitiful, pure‑sleeping self, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She had simply slept a bit late; by the time she was ready and stepped out of the room, the sun had already risen high.

As soon as she entered the Main Hall, she met two meaning‑laden, heavily mocking gazes.

Jiang Nainai was sitting at the table, leisurely sipping porridge; when she saw her emerge, her eyes narrowed to slits and the wrinkles on her face blossomed into smiles.

Jiang Jiaojiao leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, winking at her, her teasing look almost spilling over.

Su Ruan was startled at first, then grasped the meaning of their looks, and her cheek flushed instantly.

They must have thought she and Jiang Ran… that thing!

After all, Jiang Ran only came back late last night, and she got up so late today…

"RuanRuan, awake? Quick, come eat," Jiang Nainai called with a smiling, especially affectionate tone, "Ranran left early, saying he went to the carpenter, so you could sleep more. Young people, a bit of extra sleep is good, it nourishes the spirit!"

Jiang Jiaojiao leaned in, gently nudging Su Ruan with her elbow, lowered her voice, and said ambiguously, "Sure, sister‑in‑law, looks like my brother last night… performed well? Look at your little face all red."

Su Ruan felt her ears burning from their words, wishing she could slip into a crack in the floor.

What a huge misunderstanding!

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain that nothing actually happened last night, but how could she say that?

Would she have to say Jiang Ran called off everything because of his period?

That would be even more shameful!

She could only blush and murmur, "Grandma, sister, I… I won't have breakfast now; there's still work at the shop, I'll just grab an egg and leave."

Saying that, she bolted toward the kitchen like a fleeing rabbit, snatched three eggs from the basket, dared not look again at Grandma or Jiang Jiaojiao's knowing smiles, and darted out of the house as fast as a startled little rabbit.

From behind, Jiang Nainai cheerfully reminded, "Run slower! Eat more good food, keep your body healthy, and give Grandma a big, plump, strong grandchild soon!"

Jiang Jiaojiao's echoing voice drifted, "Exactly! Mom was still nagging about it yesterday!"

Su Ruan stumbled, nearly falling, the heat on her face spreading down to her neck, and she practically ran away from the Jiang Family Courtyard.

That kind of urging came way too suddenly and bluntly!

In the shop, Douzi and Yaya were wiping the counter; when the door rang, the two kids looked up together.

When they saw that it was Su Ruan entering, their expressions instantly became extremely awkward, eyes flickering, their little faces full of "guilt".

Douzi instinctively tried to shrink behind the counter, and Yaya, like a frightened quail, turned to run toward the little back storage.

Su Ruan saw their reaction and her mind was as clear as a mirror.

She said nothing, took two quick steps, and just before Yaya could slip through the warehouse curtain, she precisely grabbed the back of Yaya's collar.

At the same time, her other hand reached out and seized Douzi's back collar as he tried to flee.

"Trying to run?" Su Ruan said evenly, her tone revealing no emotion.

The two kids, held by her, froze on the spot, daring not move.

Yaya shut her eyes tightly, her long lashes trembling like tiny brushes, and cried out, "Sister Su, I'm sorry! I won't dare again! Please don't hit me!"

Douzi didn't shout, but kept his eyes tightly shut, his little face drawn taut, looking ready for a heroic sacrifice.

Seeing their terrified stances, as if she were about to be beaten, Su Ruan's slight irritation from being tattled vanished instantly, replaced by a feeling of helpless amusement.

She released their collars and sighed helplessly.

The scolding and slap she had imagined never came.

Yaya carefully opened one eye, and Douzi looked up puzzled.

Su Ruan spread her hands, revealing two warm boiled eggs resting in her palms.

"Have you had breakfast?" Su Ruan asked gently.

Douzi and Yaya shook their heads blankly.

They had been busy cleaning the shop since morning and hadn't had time to eat.

Su Ruan slipped the eggs into their hands, "Eat the eggs first, fill your stomach."

The two kids looked at the round, warm eggs in their hands, then glanced up at Su Ruan's gentle, smiling eyes, finally realizing Sister Su meant no rebuke at all!

A huge mix of surprise and grievance swelled, and Yaya's tears fell with a splash—not from fear, but from being moved.

Douzi's eyes were red, clutching the egg tightly, and he whispered, "Thank you, Sister Su... we... we won't speak recklessly anymore..."

Su Ruan produced a clean handkerchief, wiped Yaya's tears, then patted Douzi's head, saying softly, "I know you did it for me, to vent for me. I don't blame you."

She paused, looked at them, and said seriously, "But from now on, if anything comes up, you must discuss it with me first, understand?"

"Your brother Jiang Ran has a short temper; I don't want him to get into fights over my matters. If he gets hurt or into trouble, I'd be heartbroken and even more upset."

"You don't want to see me sad either, right?"

Douzi and Yaya nodded vigorously, Yaya sniffing, "Yes! We understand! From now on we'll tell Sister Su first!"

"Good girl." Su Ruan smiled, "Hurry and eat the eggs before they get cold. After that we need to sort the newly arrived batch of silk threads."

Watching the two kids wipe away tears and gently peel the eggs, taking tiny, cherished bites, Su Ruan felt a wave of softness inside.

Jiang Ran returned from the carpenter, still lingering on the pent‑up frustration from last night and the loneliness of the empty room this morning.

He thought of rushing back to hug his wife, even if he couldn't do anything else; a little cuddle would satisfy his craving.

He pushed open the shop door, his mischievous grin sparked by thoughts of his wife not yet fully formed, and saw a heart‑warming scene inside—

His wife—his fragrant, soft wife—was slightly bent over, holding a clean handkerchief, gently wiping little Yaya's mouth corner.

Beside her, the boy Douzi was taking tiny, careful bites of something, his cheeks puffing out.

Crucially, Jiang Ran's sharp eyes spotted a small wax paper packet on the nearby counter, which seemed to contain an egg?

The half‑eaten one in Yaya's hand was obviously also an egg!

An indescribable sour taste surged up to Jiang Ran's head with a sudden "swoosh".

He had gotten up at dawn, bargained with the carpenter for a custom shop rack, barely ate a warm bite, all while thinking of finishing quickly to return and see his wife.

What was the result?

His daughter‑in‑law is feeding these two little turnip‑heads! Chicken! Eggs!

He has none!

His daughter‑in‑law didn't even prepare eggs for him!

When he left in the morning, she was still asleep!

Not even a goodbye kiss!