Just like him, Zhu Qianying also did not have the desire to completely assimilate her partner.
She walked over to the door, only to realise that it was locked from the inside. It added up—this was why their little boy had been knocking on the door. And the one who locked the door, she surmised, must be "Eldest Young Master Yan" who was bathing inside.
The reason for him to lock the door was, of course, self-explanatory.
As Zhu Qianying opened the door, she saw the little boy sprawled on the sofa, completely inheriting his father's long legs. He lay there, stretching casually, and holding a mini ice cream cone, enjoying it spoon by spoon.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the little boy looked up, fear flickered in his eyes but was quickly replaced by a mumbled explanation.
"Mommy... Daddy said I could eat this!"
Zhu Qianying knew that. She was leaning against his father at that moment.
"Hmm, remember to brush your teeth after eating!"
