"Jingting, what do you mean by this?" Wen Xue frowned. "Can't I even give Madam Zhan a gift?"

“These interactions are unnecessary. I don’t want you to get too involved with any of my family members, especially in Wutong Bay,” Zhan Jingting said expressionlessly. “If you really want to exchange gifts and interact, then leave here and don’t get close to Wanwan under her nose, lest you embarrass her.”

Ruan Wanyi was furious. "It's Qiao Wanwan again! Why do you always think of her first?"

“Mom, remember this: Wanwan is the mistress of this house. She even named Wutong Bay.” Zhan Jingting said, each word firm and resolute. “Anyone who tries to make her uncomfortable here will be kicked out.”

Ruan Wanyi's chest heaved with anger. "Fine, I know you're afraid she'll be unhappy. I won't take the cheongsam back, okay?"

Wen Xue watched Ruan Wanyi's angry figure as she went to change her clothes, her smile unchanged. "Jing Ting, you don't need to be so nervous. I just felt that Madam Zhan dotes on Eleven, and out of courtesy, I gave her a gift to express my gratitude. I don't think Miss Qiao would be so stingy."

“Wanwan is certainly not petty, but if it were you, would you be happy if a woman who has given birth to your husband’s child hangs around your house every day and gets along well with your mother-in-law?” Zhan Jingting asked rhetorically.

Wen Xue: "..."

"I'm sorry, it seems I've disturbed your lives after all."

"You know that much." Zhan Jingting showed her no respect whatsoever.

Wen Xue looked a little embarrassed. "If that's the case, why did she still agree to let me come here to keep Eleven company?"

"Because she's kind, and she genuinely loves Eleven," Zhan Jingting warned coldly. "So I especially don't want you and Mom to mistake her kindness for weakness and do anything unreasonable. Do you understand?"

Wen Xue curled her lips into a smile. "Jing Ting, you're overthinking it. What could I possibly do to push my luck?"

"That's for the best."

Zhan Jingting didn't say anything more to her and left directly.

In the afternoon, Qiao Wanwan called to say she wouldn't be coming home for dinner.

Zhan Jingting gave a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

It was past 8 p.m. and Qiao Wanwan still hadn't gone home.

Just as Zhan Jingting was about to make a call to inquire, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Qiao Wanwan calling.

Zhan Jingting unconsciously curled the corners of his lips and answered the call, "Wanwan, I was just about to call you."

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, are you this lady's husband?"

"I am, and who are you?"

"Your wife is in trouble, you need to come right away!"