Hearing the noise, Yang Jinchu's parents turned around, and for a moment, Anman's smile froze in disbelief.

Chu Wuyang's breath hitched.

Uncle, Aunt

It took Yang's mother a long time to get up, but Yang Jinchu's father, Yang Ting'an, spoke first.

"Yangyang, what brings you here? Come on, dinner's ready, come and eat."

Yang's mother frowned slightly.

"No rush. Yangyang and I haven't seen each other in a long time. I need to talk to her about something first."

"Yangyang, come with me."

He then beckoned Chu Wuyang upstairs.

Yang Jinchu stopped her, reaching out to grab Chu Wuyang's wrist, but she quickly dodged. Yang Jinchu glanced at her, his handsome face darkening.

"Mom, let's talk about it after dinner."

Yang's mother's expression changed slightly, but she didn't react; in fact, her voice even carried a faint hint of amusement.

"It's just something to talk about, it won't take long, you guys go eat first."

As soon as the door closed, a slap came down as expected, and Chu Wuyang didn't flinch at all.

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Do you know why I hit you?

Yang's mother turned her back, tears welling in her eyes. Chu Wuyang neither spoke nor flinched, simply enduring it.

“You deserve this slap. I’ve treated you like my own daughter since you were little, even better than Jin Chu. How did you repay me? You hurt Jin Chu like that and still dared to show your face in front of us. And you’ve forgotten your mother’s revenge.”

"Instead of thinking about revenge and taking back the Yang family, you actually married that slut's child while your grandmother's body was still warm. How could your mother and grandmother, such good people, have given birth to such an ingrate like you?"

Chu Wuyang clenched her fingers tightly, wanting to pierce her palm, and her face turned pale.

"Whether it's you or Jin Chu who takes the initiative this time, I don't want you two to have any further involvement, nor do I want you to see or interact with each other. If you have any conscience at all, then agree."

Chu Wuyang felt his throat was blocked and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only nod.

Hearing Yang's mother's tearful accusations, she neither argued nor responded.

After a long while, Yang's mother threw her a box of concealer before speaking sternly.

"Get ready before you go down, and don't let Jin Chu find out."

After saying that, she opened the door and was about to go downstairs when Wu Yang called out to her in a hoarse voice from behind.

"Aunt An, thank you for coming back to visit my mother, and also..."

The paused sobs were an attempt to suppress the trembling.

"Also, rest assured, I haven't forgotten my mother's revenge, and I will take back the Yang family."

Amman didn't turn around after hearing this. She simply tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and a single tear silently slid down her cheek as she coldly said:

"You don't need to thank me. My coming back to see Ali has nothing to do with you."

He then went straight downstairs.

When Wuyang finished getting ready and came downstairs, Anman had completely returned to her former gentle and kind self, and greeted her warmly.

"Come here, Yangyang, let me introduce you."

Chu Wuyang smiled softly and walked over to sit down next to Anman.

"This is Wen Ying. She's been spending some time with your brother Jin Chu. You didn't know, did you? You're about to have a sister-in-law!"

Chu Wuyang then shifted her gaze and met a pair of clear, bright willow-leaf eyes, but those eyes held a hint of inquiry and wariness.

Chu Wuyang greeted him formally with a smile, and the other person's expression relaxed, their eyes crinkling into a smile.

Anman just explained their relationship downstairs; they were childhood sweethearts who got engaged through the matchmaking of their elders.

Ultimately, due to the man's lack of affection and the woman's indifference, they did not become a couple. It was also mentioned that Chu Wuyang was already married.

This completely dispelled her concerns.

After exchanging greetings, they started chatting familiarly, mainly about how Wen Ying and Yang Jinchu met and their daily interactions.

Yang Jin, who had just retrieved the wine from the basement, walked over with some doubts after hearing the cheerful atmosphere in the living room.

"What are you talking about? You seem so happy."

Amman chimed in jokingly,

"Wen Ying is sharing your sweet daily moments with us."

Yang Jinchu paused slightly as he held the bottle of red wine to be poured into the decanter. He looked up, his gaze sweeping casually over everyone present. When he met Wen Ying's gentle eyes, he smiled softly.

Tell me about it, so I can review it myself.

As soon as she spoke, Wen Ying blushed and her voice became unusually soft.

Let's eat first.

Yang Jinchu took the opportunity to sit down next to Wen Ying.

During the meal, the maids served the dishes one after another.

It wasn't until Wen Ying got up and brought out a steamed sea fish, which she had personally prepared around the time Yang Jinchu was expected to return, that things started to get interesting.

While abroad, she noticed that Yang Jinchu always loved to eat fish, especially sashimi, so she catered to his tastes.

They even specially selected fresh and attractive red-spotted fish, which were then steamed with hot oil.

Not only is the meat tender and smooth, but its color is also bright and appealing, and its aroma is irresistible.

Yang's parents both stood up to show their support and anticipation.

Yang Jinchu frowned slightly, while Chu Wuyang suppressed her discomfort, her hand holding the water glass trembling uncontrollably.

Yang Jinchu noticed this and went forward to inquire.

Chu Wuyang pushed him away, unable to suppress a "Ugh..." and rushed into the bathroom.

Before even eating, with nothing to vomit, she couldn't stop dry heaving, accompanied by a violent cough, and tears streamed down her face.

Slow footsteps came from behind; someone had come in. Chu Wuyang rested her head on the sink counter for a while to catch her breath.

She turned on the tap to wash her face, then looked up at Yang Jinchu, who was silently reflected in the mirror, her eyes reddening. She was about to speak.

I couldn't help but feel nauseous and gag again. It took about a minute for the nausea to subside.

"It's nothing, I just haven't been getting enough rest these past couple of days."

Yang Jinchu remained silent, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and left first. Chu Wuyang finished tidying up in the restroom and came out a minute or two later.

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