A glint flashed in Xu Lan's eyes as she followed him inside.
Zhou Shuwen tasted a few sips of the flower tea brewed by Yang Qingheng, squinted her eyes with indescribable comfort, and excitedly took Yang Qingheng's hand: "This flower tea is delicious, even more fragrant than last time."
The fragrance is rich and the aftertaste is long-lasting and sweet – it's simply exquisite!
Yang Qingheng chuckled: "I heard from Bai Nian that you like pears, so I specially added some fruit to it. It will be a little sweeter than the previous one. I'm glad you like it."
“I like it, of course I like it. Qingheng, you are really skillful,” Zhou Shuwen’s eyes lit up as she picked up a small gift box and a cloth bag from the side. “This is a dress that I asked a junior to bring back from the capital, along with a small gold bracelet. You young ladies should have similar tastes, and it should look good on you.”
Gold bracelet?
Yang Qingheng was flattered: "Auntie, this is too precious."
"It's not about whether it's expensive or not, it's just an object. As long as you like it, that's fine." Zhou Shuwen helped her put it on herself.
The cloisonné technique creates lifelike intertwined flowers, and most importantly, it's shimmering with gold!
Yao Ying and Xu Lan, who were standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little breathless. It would be impolite to refuse at this moment, so she quickly smiled and thanked her, "Thank you, Auntie, I like it very much."
“Your Aunt Zhou keeps saying she doesn’t have a daughter. I see you two get along so well, why don’t you…” The uncle remembered his wife’s words and jokingly mentioned it at the right moment.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Shuwen glared at him fiercely and changed the subject: "Bainian also bought you a gift, but when I asked him, he hesitated and wouldn't tell me."
This woman keeps changing her attitude. The uncle found it strange and awkwardly shut up.
Tang Bainian's face flushed. He coughed and took out a box, handing it to her. It contained a necklace. His uncle had given him a domestic watch, and even Yao Ying had secretly bought him a fountain pen.
Yang Qingheng was absolutely thrilled with the Shanghai brand, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
After a few seconds of silence from Song Hengjue, Zhou Shuwen said sarcastically, "You, as a husband, can't even remember your wife's birthday?"
Song Hengjue was already embarrassed enough, and now his face was even more stiff. He looked at Yang Qingheng for help, but Yang Qingheng was disappointed and silently looked away.
Zhou Shuwen said earnestly, "Qingheng, you're a good person in every way, except you have terrible taste in men. What's the point of having a man who can't even remember his wife's birthday?" She didn't give Song Hengjue any face at all.
Seeing the increasingly awkward situation, Yao Ying glared at her son and tried to smooth things over: "The food is getting cold, let's eat first, we can talk after we finish eating."
Since it was someone else's birthday, Zhou Shuwen didn't say too much. She glanced at Song Hengjue and Xu Lan beside him with annoyance, and then followed Yao Ying toward the dining table.
At the dinner table, Yao Ying couldn't help but get angry at her son's taciturn nature. She nudged him in exasperation and whispered, "Why don't you try to coax your wife?"
Song Hengjue snapped out of his daze and reached out to serve Yang Qingheng some food.
Xu Lan's eyes flickered, her chopsticks fell with a "clatter," and she clutched her forehead, her face pale.
Song Hengjue frowned, quickly put down his chopsticks and poured her a cup of hot water: "What's wrong?"
"I feel dizzy and a little nauseous," Xu Lan smiled sheepishly. "I'm fine, everyone, please continue eating."
Yao Ying sneered, her tone sharp: "What, got an upset stomach? Let me tell you, all the dishes today were made by my wife, not Qing Heng. If you can't eat them, don't eat them. I can't afford to compensate you if you get sick."
How did that old woman know what she was going to do?!
Xu Lan was taken aback, her expression becoming unnatural: "Of course it's not the food, it's just that I'm not feeling well. Auntie, you've misunderstood."
Yao Ying scoffed, but she wouldn't tolerate it.
Yang Qingheng burst out laughing and silently gave her mother-in-law a thumbs-up under the table.
Yao Ying proudly raised her chin at her.
She wouldn't allow her daughter-in-law to suffer any injustice.
The meal was filled with laughter and joy, but Song Hengjue couldn't eat a thing.
As for Xu Lan, she's been shameless enough to offend others, and she's eaten a lot of food, even making Yao Ying's face turn black.
Tang Bainian drove us back.
Uncle slapped his forehead, remembering something: "Didn't your aunt tell you a few days ago to go and meet that girl from the Liang family? She came to visit relatives yesterday, so you should quickly find a time to ask her out."
Before Tang Bainian could speak, Zhou Shuwen pouted and said, "What's the point of seeing him? If you're not going to see him, let's wait and see."
This woman!
After all, they had been married for over twenty years. Zhou Shuwen's uncle could tell what kind of bad intentions his wife was harboring just by looking at her expression. He said helplessly, "You're eyeing other people's families. It's amazing that you dare to even think about it."
“They can’t keep it themselves, so what if I’m eyeing it? I didn’t just steal it.” Zhou Shuwen glared.
Tang Bainian glanced at the rearview mirror, his ears turning bright red. He hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately said nothing.
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"Didn't I warn you that there are some things you can't hold onto? You might as well be smart and give them up, so you won't lose face later."
Yang Qingheng paused in clearing the dishes, turned around, and suddenly laughed in exasperation.
"You were so frail just now, like Lin Daiyu. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought you were about to die. What, your illness got better after Song Hengjue left? The man you like is actually your nemesis."
Xu Lan raised her chin arrogantly: "Stop talking nonsense, when are you getting a divorce?"
When Yang Qingheng saw her reach out, she became wary and grabbed her wrist, pushing her away: "What are you doing?"
Xu Lan staggered, her waist hitting the stove. She turned pale with pain, and her eyes suddenly reddened: "Sister-in-law, I know you're in a bad mood today, but I really didn't know it was your birthday. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to upset you. I've already apologized to you, can't you forgive me just this once?"
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly, only to see Song Hengjue standing at the door.
She stammered, about to explain, when Xu Lan's breathing became rapid, she clutched her chest, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
Song Hengjue frowned, stretched out his long arm and put it around Xu Lan's waist, helping her sit down on the ground. He gently patted her chest a few times: "How are you?"
Xu Lan shook her head, silently wiping away her tears, looking pitiful.
Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth: "She's faking it. She was just jumping around like a madwoman a moment ago. Song Hengjue, are you blind?"
Song Hengjue's veins bulged: "Yang Qingheng, I brought her back today, it's all my fault, if you have a temper, come at me."
"Smack!"
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