Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 102 - You’re Both Staying Here?

Rong’er nuzzled into Qian Jiyun’s chest before turning his head to speak to his mother.

“Okay.” An Jiuyue was initially stunned by her emptied hands. She simply nodded at her son after he called out to her.

For some reason, there was a sense of sourness in her heart.

“I’ll cook, but you’ll still have to start the fire, Rong’er.”

She knew that Qian Jiyun would have to leave eventually and did not want the boys to become too reliant on him. She had never asked her children to light a fire or wash the vegetables. This was the first time she initiated and called Rong’er to the kitchen with her.

Wei Na thought,?

Rong’er did not suspect anything and nodded happily. “Okay!”

An Jiuyue looked at Qian Jiyun and asked, “You’re here? When do you intend to leave?”

Qian Yiyun heard her question as she walked down the treehouse, nearly missing a step and tumbling down.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, feeling sorry for her brother. He had just arrived, but her sister-in-law was already chasing him away. She seemed wary of men.

“Sister Jiuyue, my brother said that he has settled his matters. You saved us, so I wanted to do something more for you. Aren’t you reclaiming the mountainous land over there?

“Besides, we don’t have much firewood left. We have to chop up more. My brother can do all of this.”

Yan Nuo had already been chased away by Qian Jiyun. He was not allowed to return to the treehouse before Qian Jiyun could woo An Jiuyue back.

Upon hearing her words, An Jiuyue looked at Qian Jiyun in surprise. “You’re both staying here?”

“Yiyun likes this place, so I thought I’ll let her stay here for a while longer.” Qian Jiyun stared deeply into his wife’s eyes.

He added after some thought, “It’s rare for me to have some leisure time too. Would you mind if we stay a little longer at your house, Miss An?”

An Jiuyue was silent.

“I only have three rooms in my house. As you can see, there are… a lot of people here now.”

Qian Jiyun raised an eyebrow.

“Well…”

Rong’er’s voice interrupted them. “Mother, it’s okay. Xiao Zhou and Xiao Xing can sleep with Aunt Yiyun. Xiao Lu can sleep with you, and we can sleep with Uncle Qian.”

Xiao?Lu?was the nickname for the little boy that An Jiuyue found while buying cabbages. She named him An Yilu.

An Jiuyue was surprised.