Turning to Tang Bainian, she asked, "Is Mom back?" The old lady called her this morning and said that a batch of new clothes from Haicheng had arrived at the mall today. She was going to go and check out the styles and buy a pretty one to wear for her birthday.

Just as Tang Bainian was about to shake his head, the old lady's voice came from outside: "Qingheng, you just arrived too. Perfect timing, let's go in together. Come on, the housekeeper just bought some beautiful grapes. I'll have Bainian wash them for you later."

Yang Qingheng responded and reached out to take the things from her hands, but Tang Bainian beat her to it. She took a step back and linked arms with Mu Huihe's forearm.

It was a rare occasion for the whole family to get together, and the atmosphere was especially warm during dinner.

"Xiaoxiao, what have you been busy with lately? It's been so long since I've seen you come home to stay," Mu Huihe said casually, glancing at her daughter across from her.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around for a moment, then she gave a dry laugh: "What else can I be busy with besides studying? My brother isn't home, so I'm staying with my sister-in-law. I feel like you have Dad with you, but when I come back, you just look down on me."

Mu Huihe was skeptical.

Yang Qingheng was the only one in the room who knew what her sister-in-law was busy with, but since Mu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, she, as the sister-in-law, couldn't bring herself to ask.

These past few days, Mu Xiaoxiao has been going to her company every few days, even more frequently than she goes to school. If she hadn't had someone intentionally or unintentionally stop her, she could have stayed at the company all day like Zhong Yan's tail, impossible to shake off.

She felt a pinch on her palm, turned to look at the culprit, and chuckled helplessly.

"Xiaoxiao, you're not getting any younger, you should start thinking about marriage. Is there anyone you like?" Mu Huihe looked up.

Mu Xiaoxiao jumped, breaking out in a cold sweat. She thought her mother had found out about her clinging to Zhong Yan. She stammered, "Mom, where did you hear that? How could I have someone I like? Oh no, I don't have anyone I like right now."

Yang Qingheng gasped as she was pinched.

Tang Bainian frowned and gave Mu Xiaoxiao a cold look. She smiled awkwardly, let go of Yang Qingheng's hand, and rubbed it guiltily under the table.

"That's good." Mu Huihe was satisfied and put a piece of pork rib on her plate. The more she looked at her daughter, the more pleasing she became.

He turned to Yang Qingheng and asked, "Qingheng, next month is my birthday. What are your thoughts on this banquet?"

"Of course, we'll do it however you like." Yang Qingheng choked on a mouthful of pork rib soup, put down her spoon nervously, and looked a little uneasy.

In previous years, Tang Bainian had always arranged the birthday banquet, so why was he suddenly asking for her opinion?

Mu Huihe said helplessly, "It's like this, Bai Nian has been away on business for so long and he must be tired. Besides, you've been married for so long, have you had a wedding? You said before that you had a lot of things to do at the company and wanted to keep things simple, but you've been married for five years now, and some of your relatives still don't know you. I think you should be the one to host your birthday party this year."