Chapter 169 Who do you think you are, my elder?

Yan Sui's attitude wasn't enthusiastic, but that didn't stop Mu Qing's passion.

The matter concerning her and the Feng family has been making headlines these past two days, and she even felt a pang of worry for Yan Sui.

However, she knew that Yan Sui was the best and would definitely be fine.

"Is this strawberry wine? Did you make it yourself?"

Yan Sui nodded, but didn't offer her a drink.

Not long after, Tong Ling also got out of the car.

Mu Qing followed Yan Sui's gaze and glanced back, then pouted.

"If my mother says anything unpleasant, just ignore her."

Yan Sui's expression was indifferent. "What unpleasant things could she possibly say to me?"

Mu Qing lowered his voice: "That Mrs. Feng from Lewan has some connections with my mother."

Although Mrs. Feng held shares in the company, she didn't manage it much and relied entirely on her husband.

After the incident, she was completely disoriented and immediately went to Tong Ling.

While Mu Qing was listening to their conversation, Mrs. Feng complained about Yan Sui a few times.

Upon hearing Yan Sui's name, Tong Ling asked a few more questions and learned that it was Yan Sui who had orchestrated the Feng family's troubles.

Although Tong Ling didn't say much, Mu Qing could still sense a hint of displeasure in her tone.

Yan Sui raised her eyebrows slightly, offering no comment.

The Feng family brought this upon themselves; she wouldn't let indifferent people doubt her.

She put away a few of the strawberry wine bottles, leaving one open.

The rich aroma of strawberries immediately fills the air, stimulating the sense of smell.

Mu Qing rarely drinks alcohol due to health reasons, and she doesn't like drinking alcohol herself, but the smell of this strawberry wine made her crave it.

Strawberry wine is slightly darker in color than peach wine, and is more vibrant and fragrant.

She watched longingly, so Yan Sui had no choice but to take a cup and pour her a small cup.

"Want to try some?"

Mu Qing was flattered and surprised. "For me?"

Yan Sui pursed her lips. "Here you go."

Mu Qing smiled and picked up her wine glass, reluctant to drink too quickly, taking only a small sip.

The sweet strawberry wine glides down your throat, but the fruity aroma lingers, swirling in your mouth.

"This is the best fruit wine I've ever tasted!"

It's a pity that Yan Sui only had these few cans, otherwise she would definitely have bought some.

"This is quite a big jar," Mu Qing said, her face clearly showing that she wanted it.

Yan Sui pretended not to see it, "It's alright, it's not very big."

She was stingy and only poured out two cups.

There are many people on Fu Yansheng's side, so this big jar is definitely not enough.

"You can drink here, I have something to do."

As she spoke, she picked up two cans of fruit wine and headed out.

Unable to bear being ignored, Tong Ling called out to her, "Yan Sui!"

Yan Sui paused, her questioning gaze meeting her angry expression.

"Mrs. Mu, is there something you need?"

The phrase "Mrs. Mu" made Tong Ling feel even more distressed.

Tong Yu had already made things clear when he came to Changqing Village earlier.

Yan Sui should now be very clear that she is her biological mother.

But her reaction was not what Tong Ling wanted to see.

Tong Ling didn't speak, and looked at her with a frustrated expression, which Yan Sui found inexplicable.

"If Mrs. Mu has nothing to say, I'll be leaving now."

"etc!"

Yan Sui looked impatient; the rope was hurting her fingers, so she had no choice but to put the two jars of fruit wine down.

"Mrs. Mu, are you used to giving orders at home and don't you know the meaning of the word 'manners'?"

Mu Qing's eyes widened, and she looked at Tong Ling in a panic.

Yan Sui's words were indeed quite harsh.

Tong Ling's face showed anger, "After all these years in the Yan family, is this all you've learned?"

Her arrogant attitude amused Yan Sui.

"It seems Mrs. Mu called me over just to spout this nonsense," Yan Sui retorted sarcastically.

Tong Ling said coldly, "Is this how you speak to your elders?"

"Even Mu Yanlun might not dare to act like an elder in front of me, so what kind of elder are you?"

Yan Sui's patience ran out. "If Mrs. Mu made a special trip just to teach me a lesson, then please leave. To be honest, you're quite rude."

Tong Ling, enraged and embarrassed, said in a somewhat hurried tone, "Don't I have the right to lecture you?"

Just as Yan Sui was about to speak, she suddenly heard Tian Xiangjuan's voice from behind her: "Do you have one?"

Tian Xiangjuan was furious; she truly hadn't expected Tong Ling to dare to come back.

It's one thing to come back, but the first thing he does is run up to Yan Sui and put on airs.

What right does she have!

Mu Qing fell silent, her face turning deathly pale with fright.

She just wanted to visit Yan Sui; she didn't think much of it.

Even though Tong Ling was her mother, she had to admit that Tong Ling's words were indeed inappropriate.

Tian Xiangjuan shielded Yan Sui behind her, her gaze as sharp as a knife as she looked at Tong Ling.

“Since you’ve already left, you should have left completely. What’s with you acting like an elder in front of Yan Sui now! Yan Sui has never had a drop of your milk since she was born, and you’ve never taken care of her for a single day or even visited her once. Since you’ve already abandoned this daughter, what right do you have to lecture her?”

Mu Qing stared in disbelief, then suddenly looked at Yan Sui.

She had previously found it strange that she always felt a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at Yan Sui.

Now I understand.

Yan Sui and Tong Ling do look somewhat alike. Her features are more striking and her personality is completely opposite to that of the calm and reserved Tong Ling.

Tong Ling's face turned ugly as Tian Xiangjuan questioned her, and she pursed her lips and turned her face away.

“I didn’t raise her, but she was still my child.”

Tian Xiangjuan was furious. "You gave birth to a child but didn't raise it? How dare you!"

Yan Sui put her arm around her shoulder and patted it gently.

“Auntie, there’s nothing to be angry about. I’m going out to deliver some things. Could you help me move the fruit wine out of my second brother’s room? I’ll put it in bottles later.”

She had a batch of custom-made bottles left over from selling peach blossom wine, and she figured she wouldn't have enough to give away if she didn't repackage them.

As soon as she assigned tasks, Tian Xiangjuan immediately shifted her attention.

"Don't move the peach wine yet, just leave it in his room. I'll help you move the plum wine and strawberry wine out."

Having something to do, Tian Xiangjuan immediately dismissed them, saying, "We don't have time to entertain guests at home, please go back."

Tong Ling's face darkened. Compared to Tian Xiangjuan's dislike, Yan Sui's indifference made her feel even more frustrated.

Did Yan Sui never have any expectations for the role of a biological mother?

"I still have something I want to say to Yan Sui."

Mu Qing was worried that she would say something even more inappropriate, so she quickly took her arm.

"Mom, let's go back first."

Tong Ling ignored her and said to herself, "The Feng family's affairs are making a huge fuss, what does it have to do with you?"

Yan Sui chuckled, "Is Mrs. Mu trying to stand up for the Feng family?"

"No matter what the Feng family is like, that's their family matter, and it's not your place to interfere."

Yan Sui said "Oh," and replied, "Mind your own business. I'll do it again next time."

Tong Ling's throat tightened, and she couldn't speak, unable to catch her breath.

However, Yan Sui didn't give her another chance to scold her and simply picked up her things and left.

Mu Qing bit her lip. "Mom, let's go back."

She knew from a young age that Tong Ling was not her biological mother.

Knowing this, she felt an indescribable discomfort, as if she had stolen something from Yan Sui.

Tong Ling is so good to her, who isn't her biological daughter, so why does she treat Yan Sui like this?

Tian Xiangjuan ignored them and went straight into the house to move the fruit wine.

This disregard made Mu Qing even more embarrassed.

She let go of Tong Ling's hand and walked straight out.

A moment later, Tong Ling lifted her foot to follow.

After getting on the bus, the mother and daughter looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Tong Ling closed her eyes briefly. "After all, they didn't grow up by my side, so their manners are lacking."

Mu Qing disagreed with these words, and she frowned and said, "Mom, don't be so harsh on Yan Sui."

Tong Ling stared at her, her eyes wide with shock.

"What did you say?"

Mu Qing bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Mom, don't look at Yan Sui with prejudice. You are really harsh on Yan Sui. Children are not emotionless toys. You can't just throw them away when you're unhappy and pick them up when you're happy, and then expect them not to have any complaints. That's absurd."

Tong Ling opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Mu Qing's words had such a strong impact on her that she was speechless for a moment.

Mu Qing hung her head, "Even if it were a stranger, Mom wouldn't necessarily act like this."

It's simply because Tong Ling herself felt she owed Yan Sui something.

Her presence constantly reminds Tong Ling of the mistakes she made in the past.

Or perhaps Yan Sui failed to meet her mother's expectations, causing Tong Ling to experience a significant sense of disappointment.

Tong Ling turned her face away, arrogantly raised her chin, and said no more.