Qiao Feng glanced at Le Yao, then ordered her to be brought in.

Qiaoqiao pouted and said, "That guy is definitely here to freeload."

"The Nangong family isn't feeding him anymore?" Jiang Lin frowned. "But with a mother like He Rong, it's normal for him not to have food."

Qiao Qiao: ...

Mom, your focus is really peculiar.

Le Yao: ...

Auntie, you have such a broad mind; you didn't even hold a grudge against He Rong.

Just then, Nangong Jue walked in, glanced at Le Yao, then looked around the dining table before nodding slightly to Qiao Feng and Jiang Lin: "Uncle Qiao, Aunt Jiang, I apologize for disturbing you." He then handed over a box, saying, "It's just a small token of my appreciation; I hope Aunt Jiang will like it."

Qiao Feng frowned slightly. Who's your uncle? Why are you calling him that so affectionately? Oh well, I'll leave that aside for now.

"For me?" Jiang Lin was a little surprised. To be honest, because of He Rong, even if she didn't hold a grudge against Nangong Jue, she didn't want to associate with him. Now that he was giving her a gift, she was naturally surprised. "That's too kind of you." Actually, she didn't want it.

“Alan and Qiaoqiao are best friends, so by that logic, you are my elder.” Nangong Jue said sincerely.

Jiang Lin exchanged a glance with Qiao Feng, then picked up the box and opened it. Her previously calm eyes suddenly widened: "This is... Master Qingyi's seal?"

“Yes.” Nangong Jue nodded.

“Honey, this is a seal that Master Qingyi specially carved for me, look!” Jiang Lin excitedly picked up the bloodstone seal and handed it to Qiao Feng. “Look, it’s my name.”

Qiao Feng nodded: "Yes." Then he looked at Nangong Jue, "You actually knew that my wife is Shuangmu."

“I once bought a painting called ‘Girl Under Cherry Blossoms’ at an auction in Country D.” Nangong Jue smiled. “That girl…” He glanced at Qiao Qiao as he spoke, “…looks a lot like Miss Qiao. Later, I also saw a painting called ‘Hundred Carp’ by Master Shuangmu in the Xiling Museum. Later still, I had the honor of seeing Aunt Jiang’s calligraphy, which is very similar to the signature on those two paintings. I also studied Master Shuangmu’s other paintings and deduced that Aunt Jiang should be Shuangmu.”

"You are very meticulous."

"Uncle Qiao, you flatter me. However, I was only 100% sure just now."

“If you weren’t He Rong’s son, I might really admire you.”

Le Yao's heart sank slightly, and she hurriedly looked at Nangong Jue. Her words were rather impolite, and she hoped he wouldn't lose his temper.

"Uncle Qiao, I can't choose whose womb I'm born into, but I can decide how I live my life and what kind of person I become."

Qiao Feng was taken aback, then smiled: "I hope you can do it."

Yes, it will.

"Qiaoqiao said you came here to freeload, is that right?"

Nangong Jue was taken aback; the topic had changed a bit too quickly. But he didn't mince words and nodded earnestly, "Alan's cooking is excellent; I really am craving it."

Le Yao's lips twitched; this guy was honest after all.

Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes at him, thinking, "How shameless."

"Then let's add a seat," Qiao Feng gestured to the butler.

"I'll do it myself." Nangong Jue went over and picked up a chair, placing it directly next to Le Yao. Ignoring the surprised looks from the others, he plopped down on the chair.

The first rule for winning back a wife: You must have thick skin.