While eating cherries, Su Tiantian looked at the Feng brothers who were caring about Liu Zhaosheng and felt that their expressions of deliberate goodwill seemed a little distorted.

Then she looked at the message on her phone: Tiantian, where are you traveling? Do you have time to listen to gossip? The person who sent her the message was Zhang Xiuli.

So I replied: I'm not traveling for the time being because of something, I'm still in Yanpu Town, any gossip, please share it? But I'm also reading gossip.

Su Tiantian stared at Feng Xueru, seeing every subtle fluctuation in his expression. The wounds on his face had healed a little, but they were still quite obvious. He didn't use makeup to cover the scars today.

Seeing Su Tiantian looking at him so unscrupulously, Feng Xueru didn't show any anger. Instead, he asked gently, "Mrs. Liu, why are you looking at me like that?"

Su Tiantian smiled widely, but what she said was shocking: "I want to see what the person who took the photo of me and accused me of cheating looks like. I want to see what the person who was caught cheating by his wife and was scratched looks like."

There were five people in the living room at this time: Liu Zhaosheng, Lan Quancong, Feng Xueru, Feng Xueshao, and Su Tiantian. Liu's father and son were on the second floor.

Su Tiantian’s latter sentence is easy to understand. After all, everyone knows what happened, but they just pretend not to know. So what does the former sentence mean?

Except Feng Xueru, the other three men didn't know.

Feng Xueru didn't expect Su Tiantian to be so straightforward. He was a little caught off guard, but he quickly remained calm.

He said sincerely, "I owe Mrs. Liu a formal apology. Those two photos were taken accidentally. I was too concerned about Jingze at the time, so I reminded him. Later, Jingze said that those were Mrs. Liu's younger brother and cousin."

Feng Xueru stood up and bowed to Su Tiantian. He was really flexible. "Mrs. Liu, I have been looking for an opportunity to make amends to you. Today, in front of my uncle, I apologize to you. I hope you can forgive me."

Su Tiantian sized up Feng Xueru for a moment with a penetrating gaze, then said, "Will an apology be effective? Thanks for the publicity. I've become famous among Liu Jingze's friends, but so have you. Even Miss Huang, a woman with such a good temper, has been driven to despair by you. I heard the Huang family has been very busy lately, with the two siblings getting divorced."

Although Liu Zhaosheng was ill, he still had his spirit. He asked sternly, "Xueru, what on earth is going on?"

Feng Xueru said: "Uncle, I..."

"Master, if your throat hurts, don't speak so loudly. If you want to know something, let me tell you."

Liu Jingze walked down the stairs from the second floor.

The simple and loose blue sports suit still makes him look broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a tall and slender figure. Su Tiantian felt that Liu Jingze was still so handsome today even if he was not wearing a well-ironed suit and a snow-white shirt.

Liu Zhaosheng and Su Tiantian sat on single sofas facing each other, while the Feng brothers sat on the long sofa near Liu Zhaosheng.

Liu Jingze half leaned against the armrest of the sofa where Liu Zhaosheng was sitting, took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, brought up a group chat interface, and handed it to Liu Zhaosheng.

Liu Zhaosheng looked at it, stretched out his hand and moved it across the screen, reading all the chat records at that time. The more he read, the uglier his expression became, and it was obvious that he was suppressing his anger.

Su Tiantian was also a little curious: "Brother Jing, I haven't seen the photos yet. Can you send them to me?"

Liu Jingze sent the photo to Su Tiantian and said, "Tiantian, how did you know about the photo? Did Ziyang tell you?"

Su Tiantian shook her head.

Feng Xueru had already thought of this situation. There are 12 people in a group. One's own chat history can be deleted, but what about others'?

Ever since he knew that Liu Zhaosheng's godson was Liu Jingze, he thought that Liu Jingze had told Liu Zhaosheng about this. After all, if it were him, he would do the same. It seems that Liu Jingze never said anything.

Feng Xueru bowed to Liu Jingze and said with a wry smile, "Jingze, I was wrong. I have almost worn out our brotherhood. But I am in this state now, and you still don't calm down?

Liu Jingze said calmly, "What do you mean by calm down? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Feng Xueru's face turned even uglier, and his voice seemed filled with helplessness. "I've been really stressed out lately. I didn't go to bed until after 1 a.m. to coax Jie Ling. When I received a call from Assistant Lan, I didn't dare drive out because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to concentrate."

Liu Jingze smiled faintly, "You met your lover, and Miss Huang happened to see you and you had a quarrel. What does that have to do with me? I warned you about keeping your lover at the company. It's your lingering connection that Miss Huang discovered, and Brother Jie doesn't seem too happy about it either."

Feng Xueru said angrily, "Is this really a coincidence? Zhang Xiuli told me that if I hit you, Liu Jingze, on the left cheek, I should expect the consequences. Not only will I hit you back on the left cheek, but I will also hit you on the right cheek. I always thought that woman was exaggerating."

Liu Jingze smiled faintly and said nothing. This attitude really felt like adding fuel to the fire.

Feng Xueru's tone became increasingly agitated. "I don't think so lately. Your career and family aren't going well, and you've become estranged from Huang Jiekang. But it's a little strange that Mrs. Liu and Zhang Xiuli are much closer. Can you tell me why?"

Liu Jingze said in a nonchalant tone, "A woman who's having a conflict with her husband and his family occasionally chats with a female friend. What's so strange about that? A man who constantly irritates his wife for the sake of his sister and brother-in-law, and she wants a divorce, isn't that surprising, right?"

Feng Xueshao now roughly understood what was going on. He was wearing a black striped shirt, black trousers with a waist tie, and black-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle and refined. At 1.77 meters tall, he was not thin and gave people a sense of stability and steadiness.