There was a buzz of discussion in the hall.

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan rushing down the stairs, I hurried back to the hall.

On the stage, Zhao Xian's old face flushed red with embarrassment.

She stood stiffly on the stage, facing the guests, her hands tightly covering her sides, looking extremely embarrassed.

I looked closely, and the next second my head exploded with a buzzing sound.

The green bamboo cheongsam Zhao Xian was wearing had its threads unraveled for some reason!

Lu Zhiyuan rushed onto the stage, took off his coat to cover Zhao Xian, and then asked his father-in-law Lu Jing to support her to the lounge.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, my mother needs to rest for a while. Please have your meal first." Lu Zhiyuan stabilized the situation with a few words.

The hall returned to a brief silence, and the guests sat down, looking at each other.

Just then, several aunts from my husband's family noticed me.

"Lan Shan, I'm not saying anything bad about you. How could you give your mother-in-law such cheap stuff for her birthday?"

"That's right! His son earns money to support you, and you are so filial to your parents-in-law?"

"Last time I heard from my mother-in-law that she didn't want to have the baby and had a big fight with her mother-in-law in the hospital. I think she deliberately wanted to embarrass her mother-in-law in public today!"

They pointed at my nose and cursed me, and the words they said became more and more outrageous.

I have no way to defend myself. The cheongsam I bought was not cheap and was not a street stall item at all.

I didn't expect the quality to be so poor.

I pursed my lips and was about to explain when a big hand held mine.

"If you are here to sincerely celebrate my mother's birthday, please eat quietly." Lu Zhiyuan glanced coldly at the relatives who were gossiping.

After saying that, he pulled me away from the scene.

"I bought that cheongsam in the mall. It's a brand name." I murmured softly.

"I know, honey. Don't take what they say to heart." Lu Zhiyuan squeezed my hand, and the warmth came from his palm. He led me towards the lounge and whispered, "My mom is very emotional right now, and she might have wronged you. Honey, I'll explain everything to her later. Can you give me a moment?"

I nodded.

After such a huge embarrassment, anyone would collapse, not to mention Zhao Xian.

In the lounge.

Zhao Xian had already changed her clothes and was sitting on the sofa wiping her tears with a tissue.

When she saw me, she grabbed a torn cheongsam and threw it at me, cursing excitedly, "Lan Shan, you did this on purpose, didn't you?! How did I offend you that you chose my birthday to humiliate me like this!"

The silky cheongsam fell softly on my chest and then fell to the ground.

"Mom, Xiaoshan can't be blamed for this." Lu Zhiyuan said.

Zhao Xian was shaking with anger. "Who else should I blame if not her? Lu Zhiyuan, you're still trying to defend her after something like this. Are you my son?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she started crying again.

Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan didn't dare to provoke him anymore. He took a tissue and handed it to her to wipe her tears: "Mom, calm down first."

Zhao Xian kept crying.

I took a deep breath, picked up the cheongsam from the ground, and said to her, "I bought the cheongsam at the mall. I will go to the store and ask for an explanation."

"Xiao Shan, you should give your mother an explanation." Lu Jing, who was usually taciturn, suddenly spoke meaningfully, "I just checked, and this cheongsam was ripped open with scissors beforehand."

Lu Jing's hobby is sewing, and after retirement she often does handicrafts at home.

I shuddered all over and quickly lowered my head to check my cheongsam.

There were indeed neatly cut threads at the seams of the fabric.

At the same time, Lu Zhiyuan turned to look at me, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Okay! Lan Shan, you did it on purpose!" Zhao Xian stood up after hearing that.

She rushed to me excitedly, raised her hand with a grin, and slapped me in the face.