Chapter 13: Quarrel
Feng Ting, the chairman of Feng Group, is Feng Jue's father. His wife, Jiang Yuan, is from a well-known and prestigious family in Beijing.
As a powerful marriage, Feng Ting and Jiang Yuan’s wedding anniversary attracts much attention every year.
But since the couple held a grand silver wedding celebration seven years ago, they have never held any wedding anniversary events, but simply chose to travel abroad and live in their own world of two.
Now that Chairman Feng Ting and his wife suddenly came back so many days earlier, Zhao Xuyang was also confused.
Feng Jue frowned, "Who leaked this information?"
Zhao Xuyang had no idea. He didn't dare to take the blame. "Perhaps the Secretariat has the chairman's wife's spies?"
Feng Jue's good mood was immediately sealed. He thought he could have a few more days of peace, but he didn't expect it to end so soon.
Forget it, I have to face it sooner or later.
"Arrange someone to pick us up at the airport." Feng Jue closed the document and gave instructions.
"Yes, Mr. Feng."
Zhao Xuyang nodded slightly and left.
However, the chairman's wife, Feng Jue's mother Jiang Yuan, contacted her daughter-in-law, Yan Ai, instead of her beloved son after getting off the plane.
When Yan Ai saw the call from her ex-mother-in-law, she hesitated, but finally picked up the phone.
"Hey, Xiao Ai, your dad and I are back from our trip early. Let's have dinner together tonight. I'll send Xiao Zheng to pick you up."
As soon as the phone was connected, Jiang Yuan didn't give Yan Ai a chance to speak and immediately made arrangements for her.
But Jiang Yuan, contrary to her usual practice, only suggested having dinner together in the evening, without suggesting that they go back to the old house to eat.
Yan Ai thought for a moment and said, "No need to trouble Master Zheng. Just tell me the address and I can go there myself."
Jiang Yuan's cheerful and gentle voice came, "Okay, I'll send you the address later. I also brought you some souvenirs from my trip to Country R this time. I'll give them to you when we meet tonight."
"Well, thank you." Yan Ai suppressed the mixed emotions in her heart and ended the call calmly.
She hadn't expected Feng Jue to explain the divorce to his mother, so it seemed she had to handle it herself.
At six o'clock in the evening, Yan Ai took a taxi in advance according to the address given by Jiang Yuan.
This is a private restaurant with a membership reservation system. The environment is quiet and elegant, with green bamboo and winter plum as the main decoration. It is a unique fireworks in the bustling and noisy metropolis of Beijing.
When Yan Ai arrived, she found that there were only two cars parked in front of the private restaurant.
Yan Ai recognized them both. One belonged to her ex-mother-in-law and the other to Feng Jue.
It seems that only a few of them are welcome here tonight.
"Madam, President Feng and his wife are already inside. Let me take you in."
When Jiang Yuan's personal driver Xiao Zheng saw her coming, he politely stepped forward and wanted to lead the way.
Yan Ai politely declined, "No, thank you, I can go in by myself."
After saying that, she walked inside.
She walked steadily and quickly, not caring about the decoration and design around her.
The private restaurant has a total of four courtyards, each independent and named after spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively.
After passing through a corridor built of bamboo, a waiter wearing a classic winter cheongsam directed her to a small courtyard called "Spring Garden".
Yan Ai kept walking, and when she approached the private room in Chunyi Garden, she vaguely heard a quarrel coming from inside.
The surroundings were very quiet, so even though the so-called quarrel was not loud and could not be heard clearly, Yan Ai intuitively felt that a quarrel had broken out.
She slowed down her pace and walked quietly to the door without pushing it open.
The sound also became clear because there was only a door between them.
"Mom, please stop trying to persuade me. I won't change my mind."
It was Feng Jue's voice.
Like ice in winter, without a trace of warmth.
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