The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 444 - 433: Xiaoyu Got Married_2

Nan Zhuoyuan patted his shoulder, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Ah Zhou, Nan Yu has married that sickly lad from the Huo Family, so we have a crippled brother-in-law."

Nan Zhou: "???"

Nan Zhuoyuan sighed heavily, shaking his head as he walked downstairs.

Nan Zhou took a long time to recover, staring at the sweetly smiling Nan Yu downstairs and then thinking about the fierce Huo Juanyan from the Huo Family.

Suddenly, he felt like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.

"How can that Huo Juanyan be worthy of my lovely sister!"

"No, I must go and ask Nan Yu to clarify if she really got married!"

Nan Zhou rushed downstairs in two steps, quickly reaching Nan Yu.

As soon as he saw Nan Yu, the words he wanted to ask suddenly stuck in his throat.

Duan Zhu saw Nan Zhou looking foolish and frowned at him, "Ah Zhou, what do you want to say? Why are you silent?"

Nan Yu also looked puzzled at Nan Zhou, "Fourth brother, is something the matter?"

Nan Zhou looked at Nan Yu and then at Duan Zhu, finally squeezing out two words.

"It’s nothing."

Realizing they were still staring at him, he quickly grabbed an orange, "Nan Yu, let your fourth brother peel an orange for you."

After saying this, he lowered his head and began to peel the orange for Nan Yu.

Seeing this, Duan Zhu redirected Nan Yu’s attention, "Nan Yu, don’t mind Ah Zhou, he’s probably just overly happy that you came back."

Nan Yu nodded slightly, suppressing her doubts.

Nan Zhuoyuan saw that Nan Zhou wanted to ask about Nan Yu’s marriage, but he pretended not to know and started chatting and laughing with Nan Yu.

Only Nan Zhou felt gloomy as he watched the three of them chatting happily, his mind full of the matter of Nan Yu’s marriage.

This lasted until Nan Bofu came back.

When Nan Bofu returned from the company, he heard his wife Duan Zhu laughing as soon as he entered, which made him happy as well.

Recently, with his wife’s serious illness and his daughter’s matters, she hadn’t laughed like this for a long time.

He hurriedly entered from the doorway, saying as he walked: "Ah Zhu, what happy event happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Nan Yu surrounded by everyone and paused in place.

Then Duan Zhu waved to Nan Bofu, "Bofu, come here, I specifically called Nan Yu back today to have dinner with us."

Nan Yu stood up from the sofa, looking towards the direction of Nan Bofu and bit her lower lip slightly, unsure of how to address him.

Nan Bofu looked at Nan Yu’s face, then at Duan Zhu beside her.

Nan Yu was simply the young version of Ah Zhu.

He smiled warmly, taking two steps forward and shedding his stern demeanor.

"Nan Yu, sit down, your mother and I have been looking forward to your return, and now you’re back, that’s wonderful."

He had her sit down and then rolled up his sleeves.

"Nan Yu, since you’re back, daddy will cook a dish in the kitchen to let you taste my cooking skills."

Just as Nan Yu was about to speak, Duan Zhu pulled her back, speaking first: "Nan Yu, your dad is a great cook, just sit and wait to try his cuisine."

Only then did Nan Yu look at Nan Bofu, her eyes somewhat uneasy, she opened her mouth, "Dad, thank you for the effort."

Nan Bofu stopped rolling up his sleeves when he suddenly heard this.

His eyes immediately welled up, then he looked up at Nan Yu with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"Dad doesn’t mind, you chat with mom and your brothers, I’ll cook quickly, it’ll be ready soon."

After saying that, he put on an apron and went into the kitchen.

Nan Yu, watching the broad back of Nan Bofu, felt for the first time the true meaning of "a father’s love is like a mountain."

An hour later, all the dishes were on the table, and the butler came to the living room.

"Madam, young master, miss, dinner is ready."

Duan Zhu took Nan Yu’s hand, "Nan Yu, come."

Nan Yu obediently followed, and they soon arrived at the dining room.

The dining room had a huge table, now brimming with a wealth of dishes, looking incredibly lavish, comparable to a full Manchu Han feast.

Nan Bofu came out of the kitchen, a servant carrying a beautifully plated steamed fish, which was placed in the middle of the dining table.

"Nan Yu, come sit."

Nan Yu was seated between Duan Zhu and Nan Bofu, right in front of the plate of fish.

Duan Zhu picked up her chopsticks, taking some fish and placing it in her bowl.

"Nan Yu, this fish is your dad’s specialty dish, called ’Reunion Fish.’"

"Ever since you went missing that year, he has been cooking this dish several times a year, hoping that he could serve it to you when you returned."

Nan Bofu also took some fish and placed it in Nan Yu’s bowl.