Shen Jichuan nodded and said, "I understand."
After leaving the study, Wen Qiao sat quietly on the sofa in the living room.
It wasn't appropriate for her to be too forward since it was her first time visiting the Yang family.
The kitchen was bustling with activity, as if someone was cooking.
It's not the weekend, and it seems everyone in the Yang family is at work.
Just as Wen Qiao was looking around, an old woman came in from outside.
His expression was serious and aloof, and he was accompanied by two female comrades.
The older woman helped her up and called her "Mom." There was another woman who looked to be in her early twenties, quite young, carrying some things in her hands. Judging from the way they were talking, it seemed like they had just returned from a medical check-up that morning.
Suddenly I saw Wen Qiao sitting in the living room.
Grandma Yang stared at it for a moment.
The old lady's eldest daughter looked at Wen Qiao and asked, "Who are you?"
Wen Qiao quickly got up and said, "Hello, my name is Wen Qiao. I came to the Yang family with Mr. Shen Jichuan."
You mean Brother Shen is here?
The young woman who came up behind her lit up when she heard Wen Qiao's words.
"Brother Shen hasn't been to our house in a long time. What wind blew him here today...?"
Just then, Shen Jichuan and Old Yang came out of the study.
He politely greeted the old lady and the two women who followed him.
Wen Qiao then learned that the woman, who was two years older than Shen Jichuan, was named Yang Li, and was the eldest daughter of Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang.
The one who called Shen Jichuan "Brother Shen" was their youngest daughter, Yang Yan.
Yang Yan is thirty years old this year, but looks three to five years younger than her actual age.
She divorced three years ago, had a son with her ex-husband, and gave him the child.
After the divorce, she moved directly into her parents' courtyard.
Previously, Yang Dejun had tried to match his youngest daughter with Shen Jichuan, but Shen Jichuan was unwilling.
To avoid suspicion, he rarely visited the Yang family anymore.
If it weren't for the thought of bringing Wen Qiao along so that Old Master Yang could take a look, Shen Jichuan wouldn't have wanted to come to the Yang family's house today.
Shen Jichuan glanced at Wen Qiao and then gave her a formal and serious introduction to everyone.
"This is my wife, Comrade Wen Qiao."
"What?"
The joy on Yang Yan's face at seeing Shen Jichuan in her home immediately turned into shock and disbelief.
"Brother Shen, when did you get married? There was no news about it before. I even went to your workplace before, and no one mentioned that you were married."
Shen Jichuan said calmly, "We just got our marriage certificate first, but we haven't had the wedding yet."
"Today I've brought Comrade Wen Qiao along to let Old Yang take a look."
Grandma Yang looked Wen Qiao up and down.
His tone was somewhat cold, dismissive, and disdainful.
"Does this girl look like she's of age?"
“Jichuan, you don’t seem like such an unstable person. Marriage is a major life event. If you’re going to marry someone, you should find someone you know well.”
"How is my Yan Yan inferior to her?"
His whole family had tried to set him up, but he refused.
Now he's turned around and found a young, blonde girl, and he's even formally introducing her as his wife.
Shen Jichuan, however, showed no emotional fluctuation.
"Aunt Yang, if you're comparing Yang Yan and Wen Qiao, there's really nothing to compare. Are you comparing family background? Or youth and beauty?"
"We can't compare in terms of family background, but Wen Qiao is still young, and anything is possible in the future."
"At least for now, she is young and beautiful, which is exactly what I need, just right."
Everyone present could understand what Mrs. Yang meant by those words.
It's an accusation that Shen Jichuan picked up Wen Qiao, a sesame seed, while losing Yang Yan, a watermelon.
Shen Jichuan replied firmly that he wanted to eat fresh sesame seeds right now, not watermelon, which he didn't need.
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