Chapter 57: The Ambiguity Behind the Lingerie

Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard as the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. To her surprise, it was Nanny Zhang who walked in. Looking at Lin Yan with a wide smile, she said, "Yanyan, get up quickly. The breakfast downstairs has been cold for a while."

Seeing Nanny Zhang brought a wave of delight to Lin Yan, feeling as affectionate as seeing her own mother. Leaning slightly forward, she asked, "Nanny Zhang, when did you get back?"

"Just arrived this morning," Nanny Zhang replied as she handed a set of clothes draped over the edge of the bed to Lin Yan.

"Were you able to settle everything at home?" Lin Yan asked again.

"All taken care of. Hurry up and get dressed; I'll go heat up your breakfast." Nanny Zhang winked at Lin Yan, a knowing and ambiguous smile playing on her face.

Holding the aqua-blue long dress she had bought the other day, Lin Yan was about to slip it on when she suddenly realized she was only wearing a silk nightgown. Her soft breasts were faintly discernible beneath the thin fabric—calling it a nightgown was a stretch; it was more akin to erotic lingerie.

Lin Yan instantly understood the meaning behind Nanny Zhang's ambiguous smile just moments ago, and her face flushed crimson.

She hurried to the bathroom to wash up and change her clothes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she resembled a flower bud just waiting to bloom.

She couldn't help but wonder—could the clothes she had changed into last night have been put on her by Leng Mohan...

A wave of awkwardness stirred in her heart.

Downstairs, Nanny Zhang had already arranged breakfast on the table. Unlike the lavish meals prepared by Ye Ye, this was simple: fried eggs, ham, and a hamburger.

Lin Yan sat at the table and took a bite of the hamburger. The taste was somewhat different from what she remembered. Turning her head to look at Nanny Zhang, she asked, "Nanny Zhang, the hamburger you made today tastes quite different."

Nanny Zhang poured a glass of fresh milk and handed it to Lin Yan, saying, "Xiaohan made it. Early this morning, he got up and rushed to the supermarket to buy ingredients, saying he wanted to make breakfast. He seemed to be in quite a good mood."

Hearing this, Lin Yan froze slightly. Absent-mindedly, she picked up the glass of milk on the table and took a sip. The taste was rich and mellow, yet it wasn't the flavor she preferred.

Frowning, Lin Yan forced herself to swallow that mouthful of milk and said to Nanny Zhang, "Nanny Zhang, I'd like some juice."

Nanny Zhang shook her head and said, "No, that won't do. Before leaving, Xiaohan specifically instructed me to make sure you drink your milk. Miss Ye Ye also said that drinking milk helps with conception."

With that, Nanny Zhang cast an suggestive look at Lin Yan and asked, "Oh, Yanyan, last night between you and Xiaohan..."

Hehe...

Nanny Zhang smiled gleefully. Without waiting for Lin Yan to respond, she walked over to the telephone, muttering to herself, "I must report the good news to Madam; she'll be holding a grandson soon."

Frowning as if she were taking poison, Lin Yan pinched her nose, chugged the rest of the milk in one go, took another bite of the hamburger, and cleared the dishes.

Before leaving, she could still hear Nanny Zhang excitedly chattering away with Mrs. Leng, "Madam, your wish to hold a grandson is about to come true. Yes, exactly. Yanyan is very well-behaved, and the young couple's relationship is quite good. Xiaohan even made breakfast for Yanyan this morning."

Nanny Zhang glanced back at Lin Yan, who was about to head out, and covering the mouthpiece, whispered conspiratorially, "This morning when I went to their room to call Yanyan for breakfast, I saw her still wearing erotic lingerie..."

With a soft bang, the door closed behind her, and Lin Yan finally let out a sigh of relief. She truly feared that staying in that house any longer would cause her face to blush so hard her blood vessels would burst.

Stepping out of Biluo Garden, she casually flagged down a taxi. The driver, speaking with a strong local accent, asked her, "Miss, where are you headed?"