Wen Qiao never expected that Shen Jichuan would respond to Mrs. Yang so firmly.
Lunch was prepared quite lavishly, after all, Shen Jichuan was Mr. Yang's guest.
Moreover, Shen Jichuan brought Wen Qiao along, so they couldn't afford to lose face.
Soon, after all the food was served, Old Yang and Shen Jichuan, along with Yang Chenyu and Shen Xiao, came to keep them company.
Wen Qiao was called to another dining table by Mrs. Yang's eldest daughter, Yang Li.
Yang Li chuckled and said, "In our family, we separate male and female guests. Don't worry, you can sit with us and eat. The food is the same for everyone."
Yang Yan looked at Wen Qiao with a long face and said, "Sister, why did you tell her so much?"
"I never expected that you, at such a young age, would be so capable, managing to get Shen Jichuan to marry you. Not only did he register the marriage with you, but he's now even brought you to my father's side."
"Do you know how much Shen Jichuan values my father? He treats him like his own father."
Yang Yan stared at Wen Qiao, looking her up and down, wishing she could give Wen Qiao a beating.
Wen Qiao looked coldly at Yang Yan and said in a cold voice:
"If I can't eat the food at the Yang family's house, I can leave now. I don't necessarily have to eat the food at the Yang family's house today."
"Also, what does it have to do with me if Shen Jichuan doesn't marry you? The fact that he married me means I have something to offer."
"you……."
Yang Yan was so angry at Shen Jichuan's words that she wanted to tear Wen Qiao apart on the spot.
I was thinking of taking advantage of Shen Jichuan's absence.
Since Wen Qiao is alone, she can teach Wen Qiao a good lesson in how to behave.
Unexpectedly, she was sharp-tongued.
Wen Qiao glanced at Yang Yan indifferently, as if looking at a clown.
Turning her gaze, Wen Qiao looked at Mrs. Yang, Wang Sumin, and asked softly and politely, "Mrs. Yang, may we begin our meal now?"
Even though Shen Jichuan is here today, Wang Sumin just doesn't like Wen Qiao and only says a few words about it.
Besides, she was an elder to Shen Jichuan.
Even if his elders say a few words about his partner, he can't find anything wrong with them.
Wang Sumin glanced at Wen Qiao but didn't say anything.
Wen Qiao sat down on her own.
Yang Li and Yang Yan sat next to her, while the old lady sat opposite Wen Qiao.
When the meal started, Yang Li was very polite to her on the surface, but when picking up food, she kept siding with her. Wen Qiao noticed the nanny bringing over the soup.
Having learned from her experience at the Zhao family's house, Wen Qiao suddenly got up and avoided them.
At this moment, Yang Yan had already stretched out her foot.
The nanny tripped and fell, and a pot of hot soup splashed all over the table.
Because Wen Qiao reacted quickly, the scalding hot liquid splashed onto the back of her hand, making it a little red.
The scalding hot soup flowed from the table all the way towards Mrs. Yang, Wang Sumin.
Hearing the commotion, Shen Jichuan, Yang Chenyu, and Shen Xiao all arrived...
Wen Qiao only had eyes for Shen Jichuan.
Upon seeing him, she leaned towards him dependently, but in Shen Jichuan's eyes, Wen Qiao was frightened and needed a sense of security.
"Did it burn you?"
Wen Qiao didn't speak, and gathered her emotions for a moment.
Then, with slightly reddened eyes, he said, "I was burned, but some of it splashed onto the back of my hand."
"I just don't understand why Comrade Yang Yan had to stick her foot out when the nanny brought the soup; otherwise, the soup wouldn't have spilled."
"You should go check on Aunt Yang quickly. She's old; we don't want her to get seriously burned."
Wen Qiao was naturally beautiful with a slender figure. She wore a light blue dress and had no makeup on, making her look obedient and docile.
She seemed to be saying things she didn't understand, but everyone present was a shrewd person.
She knew in her heart that Yang Yan must have wanted to hurt Wen Qiao, but Wen Qiao just happened to avoid it, and that's how the scalding soup ended up scalding Yang Yan's own mother.
Shen Jichuan's gaze lingered on Wen Qiao for a moment.
A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
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