As soon as she entered the room and saw Yi An and the others, she promptly shut her mouth.

Yi An pretended not to notice her thoughts and called out to everyone, "The food is ready, come and eat."

Once everyone was seated, Yi Ruihua's gaze fell on the empty seat at the head of the table.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to ask Yi An, "Your mother isn't coming back, is she?"

This statement implies that they don't want Meng Jie to come back.

Yi An didn't answer him, but looked up and asked Wu Fen, who was still busy in the kitchen.

"Aunt Wu, have you called Ms. Meng? When is she coming back?"

Wu Fen's expression was somewhat complicated, and she kept rubbing her hands on her apron.

Looking at the table full of people, she still felt it was better for Meng Jie not to come back, but unfortunately, Yi An had been pestering her relentlessly, and now it was too late for her to back out.

With things having come to this, Wu Fen had no choice but to give up: "I called my wife, and she said she's on her way and will be home soon."

Before she could finish speaking, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor echoed through the living room.

Everyone turned to look, and Meng Jie's elegant and noble figure came into their view.

When He Yunxin saw Meng Jie's demeanor, a deep sense of jealousy flashed in her eyes. This was something she could never achieve, no matter how expensive her clothes were.

Looking at the people seated at the dining table, and then at Yi An sitting there with a beaming smile, Meng Jie felt a deep pang of pain in her eyes.

She withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, looked at Wu Fen, and asked without emotion, "Is this what you meant by Xiao Bao and the others coming back?"

Wu Fen looked panicked and was so anxious that she didn't know how to explain herself.

Before she could speak, Yi'an stood up.

"Xiao Bao and the others will be arriving later."

He walked over to Meng Jie, pushed her shoulder, and forced her to sit down in the main seat.

"Now that you're back, please give me the honor of having a family reunion dinner together."

Although Meng Jie did not speak or resist, her gaze towards him was filled with endless coldness.

Yi An pretended not to see anything and sat back down in her seat with a smile.

He raised his glass to warm up the atmosphere: "Come on, let's raise a glass to celebrate my dad and Aunt He's fifth wedding anniversary! I wish you both a long and happy life together."

After he finished his words of blessing, a tense atmosphere fell over the dinner table.

Meng Jie's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she looked at Yi An. She pursed her lips tightly, trying her best not to lose her composure, but the feeling of betrayal was gradually eroding her originally hardened heart.

Seeing Meng Jie like this, He Yunxin felt extremely happy and was the first to raise her glass to toast Yi An.

"Yi'an, Auntie had some misunderstandings with you before. I didn't expect you to be such an open-minded and good child. Auntie is really happy for your father."

He Ziming glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces at the table, then silently picked up his wine glass.

He Yunxin turned to look in Yi Ruihua's direction and saw that he was still dawdling, looking like he wanted to pick up the wine glass but didn't dare to. She was furious.

"What's wrong? Are you moved by your son's words? Alright, don't be a spoilsport like some people. Let's raise our glasses and celebrate." He Yun urged him meaningfully.

Yi Ruihua glanced furtively in Meng Jie's direction, swallowed hard, and hesitantly picked up his wine glass.

"Drink up, stop talking so much," he urged.

Yi An clearly didn't care whether Meng Jie raised her glass or not. With a big smile, she clinked glasses with Meng Jie and tilted her head back to drink all the red wine in her glass.

"Actually, there's something else I want to say today."

He Ziming listened as he finally revealed his purpose, then swirled the wine in his glass and watched the show as if it were none of his business.

He needs to rest and recuperate, and wait a moment, then he'll fan the flames and start a mother-son war.

Yi An stopped there, glanced at her watch, and complained, "It's getting late, they should be here by now. Wait a minute, I'll call them."

Yi An took out her phone and dialed Su Yan's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey, where are you? Mom and Dad are getting impatient."

"Oh, we've arrived at the door. Shall I go and greet you?"

Su Yan listened to the faintly excited voice on the other end of the phone, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes.

"No need, I still think the scene of me leading the children in is more awe-inspiring."

She uttered a single sentence and then hung up the phone.

Just as Yi An heard the busy tone on her phone, there was a knock on her door.

Wu Fen glanced at the people on the table and immediately rushed over. When she saw that the people were Su Yan, Yi Kangle and Su Xiaoyu, she was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with a smile.

"Miss Su, it's you."

Upon hearing the greeting, He Ziming and He Yunxin both looked up and headed towards the restaurant entrance.

The footsteps grew clearer; the high heels were no longer treading on the marble floor, but rather on He Yunxin's heart.

She eagerly awaited the first glimpse of the person arriving, her mind racing with ideas on how to break up Yi'an and the others.

Compared to her, He Ziming's gaze was much more indifferent.

What he wanted was the spark that would ignite a conflict between mother and son; as for who the person who came, in his eyes they were nothing more than a tool.

Yi Kangle, holding Su Xiaoyu's hand, ran in happily, sweetly calling out, "Daddy!"

Yi An's face immediately lit up with a genuine smile of happiness. He responded and looked into the distance, waiting for Su Yan's beautiful figure to appear.

The moment He Ziming touched Su Xiaoyu, he froze for a moment. Before he could react, Su Yan's white dress suddenly came into his view, catching him completely off guard.

He Yunxin stared dumbfounded at Su Yan as she walked over, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

"How could it be her?"

He Ziming gripped the wine glass tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turning white, and his face was completely devoid of the composure he had shown when he was an outsider.

Su Yan walked gracefully over and greeted Meng Jie with a smile: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

She lowered her head and said softly to Yi Kangle and Su Xiaoyu, "Say hello to Grandpa and Grandma, quickly."

The two children greeted each other politely.

Yi Ruihua didn't notice the strange expressions on the faces of the mother and son beside him. When he heard the two childish voices calling him "Grandpa," his face lit up with joy.

"Oh, it's Miss Su. I thought it was someone else. Please have a seat."

Su Yan sat down with a smile, following his words. She didn't look at He Zimo once, but He Zimo's gaze seemed to be glued to her, unwilling to leave her for even a second.

Meng Jie keenly noticed the changes in the expressions of He Yunxin and her son, her gaze shifting back and forth between He Zimo and Su Yan, as if trying to uncover the hidden relationship between them.