Nangong Yu didn't say anything, but gave Nan Wenjing a somewhat gloomy look, then pulled Song Yuli into his arms and turned to leave: "Grandpa, Ali and I are going to reserve a table first."

Nan Yizhong nodded: "Mm."

After Nangong Yu and Song Yuli left, he glared at Nan Wenjing with displeasure.

His daughter is really getting worse and worse; she wasn't like this when she was little.

She's not good at livening up the atmosphere, but she's very good at making it awkward.

Hong Mingqiang pinched his brow wearily, then tugged at Nan Wenjing and gave everyone a slightly embarrassed smile.

The atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly strange, and Arthur and Baron couldn't help but exchange a glance.

At their first meeting, they were certain that their cousin's wife and this cousin's aunt did not get along.

...

Inside a car moving on the road.

Song Yuli sat silently in the passenger seat, staring blankly out the window.

Recalling her few meetings with Nan Wenjing, Song Yuli felt more and more that she and Nan Wenjing might really be incompatible.

Otherwise, why would she specifically dislike me?

Thinking of this, Song Yuli felt somewhat helpless. If possible, she really didn't want to see Nan Wenjing again, but unfortunately she couldn't. After all, she was Nangong Yu's aunt, and they would have plenty of time to meet in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Yuli sighed helplessly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nangong Yu's constantly furrowed brows, and Song Yuli couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, stop frowning. I told you before, it makes you look older."

After hearing this, Nangong Yu glanced at Song Yuli in silence, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

Seeing this, Song Yuli couldn't help but feel helpless: "I'm not angry, why are you angry?"

Nangong Yu pursed his lips, looked straight ahead, and said, "Next time we go back to the old house, let's call ahead and ask. If Aunt and her family are already here, then we don't need to come."

He genuinely didn't want Song Yuli to suffer Nan Wenjing's disdain and resentment, even though she was his own aunt! No way!

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli felt a warmth in her heart. She shook her head and said, "No, that would be too obvious. People would say I'm impolite. At worst, I'll just ignore her from now on."

Nangong Yu shook his head, his tone somewhat gloomy: "No, you're my wife, why should I put up with her temper?"

Song Yuli was taken aback, then gave a genuine smile.

She couldn't help but move closer to Nangong Yu, then rested her head on his shoulder: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

...

Perhaps because she had been warned on the way here, Nan Wenjing was indeed much more well-behaved during the meal. She not only stopped talking but also didn't give Song Yuli a single extra glance.

Song Yuli raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"I'm going to the restroom."

"I'll go with you."

After saying that, Nangong Yu made a move to get up and follow Song Yuli.

His eyebrow twitched, and Song Yuli grabbed his shoulder: "No need, I'll be back soon."

What a joke! It's just going to the restroom. If Nangong Yu really went with her, his aunt would definitely say she was being sarcastic again.

After saying that, she got up and left without paying any attention to Nangong Yu's expression.

...

Not long after leaving the restroom, Song Yuli spotted Nan Linxiao at a corner.

She was just about to go over and say hello when she suddenly heard a woman's voice.