Exclusive Pampered Wife: My Wife Came to My Door

Chapter 510 Strange Relationship

in the kitchen.

Yan Zuozuo and Chi Moqing bought groceries from outside and temporarily settled into the kitchen of the old house, working busily.

Before long, Chi Moqing had laid out a table full of dishes. Yan Zuozuo looked at them with great anticipation, but then quickly frowned. "Honey, do you think these dishes suit Grandpa's taste?"

"I'll definitely like it, so don't worry, honey." Chi Moqing gently rubbed her head.

Yan Zuozuo blinked: "Honey, you're so narcissistic. How do you know Grandpa likes it? Besides, you only cook Chinese food, and Grandpa is French."

Chi Moqing smiled, reached out and hugged his wife, and said softly, "Grandpa doesn't really want to enjoy the delicious food with us. Do you know what it means to have ulterior motives?"

Yan Zuozuo nodded, saying that, but she was still worried that he wouldn't like it.

Chi Moqing glanced at Yan Zuozuo's hand and tapped her thumb. "Where's your thumb ring?"

"It's too precious. I'm clumsy, so I'll just keep it."

"If you really want Grandpa to be happy, then take it out and put it on, sweetie." Chi Moqing said, pulling Yan Zuozuo towards the living room, taking the ring out of her bag, and gently putting it on her finger.

This thumb ring is a vibrant green, so beautiful that it's hard to look away. Wearing it on your thumb gives you a feeling of being an ancient emperor.

Yan Zuozuo reached out and touched it, then suddenly looked at Chi Moqing mischievously, "Chi Aiqing, what do you think of my thumb ring?"

She put on airs, quite like an empress dowager.

Chi Moqing smiled: "Your Majesty, it is truly beautiful, but..."

"But what? You'd better watch out, or I'll slap you if you say the wrong thing." Hmph, Yan Zuozuo threatened deliberately.

Chi Moqing stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms. "No matter how beautiful the ring is, it's not as beautiful as my wife."

Yan Zuozuo blushed slightly, but deliberately kept a straight face. "How dare you! You dare to flirt with me! Drag me out and give me fifty lashes... Hahaha..." After saying that, she laughed at herself.

Chi Moqing affectionately pinched her nose: "You little rascal, are you really willing to do this to me?"

"Of course... I can't bear to part with it!" Yan Zuozuo winked mischievously, but after a pause, she looked worried. Ever since she received Mr. Snowden's ring, she had been puzzled by what her grandparents' relationship was and what the ring represented.

Seeing his wife's furrowed brows, Chi Moqing hesitated to speak.

If he's not mistaken, this thumb ring is a symbol of the Bourbon family's power, representing the family's honor and prestige. Mr. Snowden giving this ring to his young wife signifies that she is now part of the Bourbon family, and of considerable status.

It is said that the Bourbon family places great importance on bloodlines, and only those who hold real power in the family can possess a thumb ring. But now the young wife has one. What does this mean?

Mr. Snowden's silence suggests he has been considering his options; we can only wait for him to reveal the answer. As for Mr. Snowden's concerns, if his information is accurate, it likely concerns the very survival of the Bourbon family.

It seems that the Bourbon family's life was far from as glamorous and peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

However, these are just rumors, and the matter has not been confirmed. He does not plan to tell his wife, who is pregnant, and he does not want to add to her mental stress.

As for the truth, let's wait for Mr. Snowden to tell us himself.

"Alright, this is Grandpa's kind gesture, let's cherish it and not overthink it, okay?" Chi Moqing smiled, and then heard Mr. Snowden's cheerful voice from outside, "I can smell the aroma from far away, it seems I'm in for a treat today."

Chi Moqing pulled Yan Zuozuo outside, and Yan Zuozuo followed behind him, muttering softly, "Hurry up."

Chi Moqing raised an eyebrow. So his wife was complaining that he was too slow?

A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. It seemed he hadn't been performing well lately and needed to work harder in bed; his wife was starting to complain about how slow he was.

Mr. Snowden came in, and Yan Zuozuo skipped and hopped over, startling him so much that he quickly said, "Oh dear, my little princess, slow down, you're pregnant."

"It's okay, it's almost six months along, and the doctor said I should move around more," Yan Zuozuo said with a smile, linking arms with Snowden, a long-lost feeling of kinship.

"You silly girl." Snowden smiled indulgently, his gaze falling on Yan Zuozuo's fingers. The emerald green ring complemented the ring on his hand, making it seem as if a wanderer had returned home, warm and comforting.

He patted Yan Zuozuo's hand and said with a smile, "This thumb ring suits you very well, little girl."

Yan Zuozuo breathed a sigh of relief. She had felt uneasy when Snowden looked at her hand, fearing that he would be unhappy.

"I will keep it safe, thank you, Grandpa."

Snowden nodded: "Girl, this ring originally belonged to you. Remember, no matter what happens, the ring must never leave you."

Yan Zuozuo didn't understand what he meant, but she still solemnly agreed.

Chi Moqing led them to the dining table for a meal. Although the house was old, Snowden had it cleaned, and it was spotless inside and out.

"Grandpa will have to eat here today." Yan Zuozuo smiled and served Mr. Snowden some food. "Try Mo Qing's cooking, it's delicious."

Snowden laughed heartily: "I'm relieved to have such a good man like Mo Qing loving you. It's clear that Mo Qing is a responsible and good man."

Chi Moqing smiled and said, "Grandpa, you flatter me."

Mr. Snowden ate the dishes that Yan Zuozuo had picked for him, his eyes shining brightly. "The taste is so authentic. I love Chinese food the most in my life. I even have two chefs at home who specialize in Chinese food, but they can't compare to the taste of these dishes by Mo Qing. The taste is simply amazing."

Seeing Snowden enjoying the food so much, Yan Zuozuo felt relieved. "It's good that Grandpa likes it. I was worried that you wouldn't be used to it."

"Who said that? It's delicious." As he spoke, Snowden picked up another piece of rib and ate it with relish. "Back when we first met, she didn't like French food and would only eat a little bit each time. I felt sorry for her, so I specially found Chinese food to cook for her. Later, she gradually gained a little weight, and I started eating it too. It tasted better and better the more I ate it."

Mr. Snowden seemed lost in memories. Yan Zuozuo and Chi Moqing exchanged a glance, both agreeing but remaining silent.

Seeing that the two hadn't touched their chopsticks, Snowden said with a smile, "You two should eat too. It's more lively when there are more people eating. Don't be shy, eat quickly."

Yan Zuozuo and Chi Moqing started eating and increasingly felt that Snowden was a kind old man, not at all as aloof and unapproachable as the legends suggested.

Snowden just mentioned "her," could he be referring to his grandmother?

"Zuo Zuo, if I'm not mistaken, this whole table of food is something you like, right?" Snowden asked.

Yan Zuozuo blushed slightly: "I don't know what Grandpa likes to eat. All these dishes were made by Mo Qing..."

Snowden laughed heartily: "It's obvious that Mo Qing dotes on his wife. Delicious, especially the sweet and sour pork ribs and sweet and sour fish, you could eat them every day and never get tired of them."

Seeing Snowden eating like a child, Yan Zuozuo handed him a tissue. "Grandpa, wipe your mouth. There's something on your beard."

"Okay, okay, thank you, girl." Snowden's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

This scene before him was something he'd dreamt of for decades. He felt guilt, longing, and an overwhelming sadness. The scene was warm and comforting, if Eleanor were still alive…

The year she left him, he wasn't by her side. When he returned, he found she was gone. From then on, heaven turned into hell. He searched for her frantically, but could never find her again.

He had thought of eliminating all those who had framed her, but he didn't have the power at the time. Ten years later, when he stood at the pinnacle of the family, he had left none of them alive.

They ruined his happiness, so let them pay with their lives!

But alas, the woman he loved would never come back.

After this meal, Snowden had to admit that it was the most satisfying meal he had eaten in the decades since his beloved woman left him. Not only because his status didn't allow him to eat so heartily, but also because without the company of someone he cared about, what he ate had long since lost its meaning.

If reporters had seen this footage today, it would have been global news.

After dinner, Snowden and Yan Zuozuo sat on the sofa chatting. Chi Moqing made tea and sat down next to them, reaching out to embrace his wife. Yan Zuozuo gave him a playful glare, her eyes filled with happiness.

Snowden laughed: "Rumors have it that Chi Shang dotes on his wife, and it seems that's really true."

Yan Zuozuo's face turned even redder, and she looked at Chi Moqing with tender eyes.

Snowden has thus put an end to one of his concerns, but...

His eyes dimmed as he thought of Yan Zuozuo's mother, that child who had also suffered a tragic fate, and who hadn't even been able to see her once before she left.

"Grandpa?" Seeing Snowden looking very upset, Yan Zuozuo tentatively called out to him.

Snowden snapped out of his reverie: "Nothing, I was just thinking about some things. How long can you stay here? Go with Grandpa to offer incense to your Grandma and Mom."

When talking about her grandmother and mother, Yan Zuozuo's mood was also affected. She nodded, "Okay, I haven't visited my grandmother and mother in a long time either."

My mother had made arrangements for her own funeral before she passed away. She bought two burial plots and buried my grandmother next to her. She said it would be convenient for her to visit them in the future. My mother had worried about her all her life, and even on her deathbed, she was thinking about how convenient it would be for her to offer incense.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her vision blurred with tears.

They went to the cemetery in the afternoon. Snowden seemed to have a lot to say to his grandmother and mother. He stood in the desolate and solemn cemetery, looking at the two tombstones in front of him, and his weathered face seemed to be faintly glistening with tears.

The man, nearly seventy years old, was still in good spirits, but he stood there alone, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.

Yan Zuozuo and Chi Moqing stood to one side, their conviction growing stronger. Snowden and his grandmother were definitely not simple people; perhaps their mother really was their child, maybe just inheriting more of her grandmother's traits.

She really wanted to ask, but remembering Snowden's promise to tell her later, she swallowed her words.

However, the feeling of waiting is not so pleasant.

After leaving the cemetery, they headed straight for S City, intending to return to the villa. On the way back, no one spoke, as if they hadn't yet recovered from their grief.

Just as Yan Zuozuo was nearing her home, her phone rang. A glance at the caller ID revealed it was Cao Youyou!