Tang Xiaoxiao rested her head on Han Yunqi's shoulder and smiled, saying, "If it weren't for Yunqi's efforts in expanding the market and scaling up the company these past two years, I might still be content with my small village and my meager plot of land. Auntie, you're right about one thing: a man really should act like a man."

As she spoke, she gently stroked her protruding belly, a radiant smile on her face: "Well, I'm just a boss now, but what can I do? My husband handles everything at the company. To be honest, the company is fine without me, but without my husband, it'll be in big trouble! Auntie, if you ever hear anyone saying bad things about my husband, you have to defend him. Making baseless accusations without understanding the situation is a waste of breath. If you can't even use your mouth properly, you might as well sew it shut. A gigolo, a freeloader? Ha, not everyone can be a freeloader. All you do is spout sour things; you'll only ever watch others live a life of luxury."

After saying that, without caring how ugly Yu Xiuping's face was, she looked up at Han Yunqi and said, "Husband, I'm a little sleepy. Don't move, let me lean against you and sleep for a while."

Then he closed his eyes.

Are you kidding me? How can you tolerate talking about her man to her face?

Tang Xiaoxiao felt she had been polite enough; if her second aunt still wouldn't let it go, she wouldn't be so rude as to start a verbal attack.

Guo Mingli hurriedly added, "Yes, yes, you've been working hard all day. Son, bring that blanket over your wife so she doesn't catch a cold."

Then he smiled apologetically at his sisters-in-law and said, "Let's keep our voices down and let her rest. Children these days are so precious, unlike when we were young, when we had to be pregnant and busy with all sorts of things. Shih-ping and I suffered a lot when we were young, so we can't let our children suffer any more."

The aunt, who hadn't said anything until now, chimed in: "That's right, those years were really tough. My husband passed away early, and all these years I've been a woman, unable to lift a finger or do anything heavy. I don't know how much I've suffered to raise Yunzhen. Now I just hope he can amount to something in the future, then I can rest easy."

For a moment, all the women in the room sighed.

As the conversation subsided, the noise from the living room outside grew louder. Yu Xiuping, listening intently, suddenly stood up abruptly, strode out of the room and into the living room, and said to Han Shiyong, "Drinking, drinking, all you do is drink! That's enough, let's call it a night and go home! Didn't you have an appointment with Director Zheng tonight? If you keep drinking, will you even be able to stand up?"

It was already past one o'clock, and the people at the table were all flushed, showing signs of intoxication.

Grandma Han had also drunk quite a bit. Seeing her second daughter-in-law making a ruckus, she opened her mouth but didn't say anything to reprimand her.

He was clearly a little confused.

The brothers weren't the type to make a fuss, so Han Shiping said, "Second brother, you have plans for tonight. We need to focus on important business, so let's call it a day."

Han Shiyong looked up at his wife in confusion, about to ask if she had made any plans for the evening. Was she too drunk to remember?

Then he felt a sharp pain in his arm; this woman had pinched him hard, almost making him cry out. Before he could react, his wife had already said to her brothers, "Let's call it a day, let's call it a day. Mom and Dad, Shiyong and I are going home now." Then, without saying another word, she pulled him up, haphazardly threw his coat on, and shouted at the top of her lungs that Han Yunyue from the other room had come out the door.