Actually, Yan Ye really didn't need to be so nervous.
Because the driver had already slowed down to a snail's pace on this stretch of road.
Although there were still some bumps, they were of a gentler kind.
Su Rong saw this but didn't speak.
Her gaze was fixed outside the window.
Their ancestral home remained unchanged.
She wondered what her father-in-law's reaction would be upon seeing her.
Finally, they arrived at the Lian Family's ancestral house.
Winter here was much colder than in A City; it had snowed last night and everything was covered in white today.
Grandpa Lian was warming himself by the fire at home, the most ancient way of heating.
There was a pungent smell inside the house.
Yan Ye directly pulled Lian Xinying to a stop, not letting her enter the house.
Lian Xinying frowned and protested to Yan Ye for a bit, but it was Su Rong who spoke up for fairness: "You're going to be a mother now, you can't be capricious."
