The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

"Miss Yan the second, what brings you here?"

Glancing at the driver in the front row, Han Zibin suppressed the urge to call her Su Su as usual, and respectfully addressed Yan Su as Miss Yan the second.

He usually spent the nights at Yan Su’s place, leaving before dawn, so neither the driver nor the housekeeper knew that the two were dating.

Yan Su handed him the thermos from the seat next to her, "The Laba porridge cooked at home isn’t bad, I brought you some; you can have it as a midnight snack."

Han Zibin, feeling honored, clutched the thermos tightly without letting go, "Okay."

Then he added awkwardly, trying to cover up, "Thank you, Miss Yan the second."

Yan Su didn’t correct his form of address, "Are you free this Saturday?"

Han Zibin nodded eagerly.

"Don’t you have to work?"

"I can take leave."