"So what?"
woman:"......"
Woman: "Did you know that destroying other people's marriages is immoral?"
"I know." Ji Ling said meaninglessly, "But I only want her."
"Since you've made your own decision, why don't you bring the person to me?"
Ji Ling's tone sounded particularly confident: "Meet the parents, Mom."
Mrs. Ji, who has passed away ten years ago in the eyes of the outside world: “…” Okay, she thought the child was facing moral condemnation and came to the elders for advice.
The woman wiped her hands on her apron and sighed, "If I had known you would be like this, I shouldn't have agreed to your father sending you away."
"What does it have to do with him?" Ji Ling sneered, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes, "Besides, the one who is not loved is the mistress."
The aroma of mushroom soup wafted from the kitchen. The woman was silent for a moment, wondering if her son was hallucinating from eating the mushrooms secretly.
What kind of statement is this from a male mistress?
He's quite proud of being a mistress, right? He's even planning to call himself the true love and his wife the mistress, right?
Even after being married into the Ji family for decades, Yu Wan had never experienced the scene described in novels where a mistress came to visit and mocked her.
I thought that since my husband died, there would never be such an opportunity again.
Who knew that I would experience it on my own son?
Or he himself plays the mistress.
There were so many complaints that Yu Wan didn't know what to say. Her usually well-maintained composure collapsed. She took a few sips of tea before she managed to calm down. "Does she know who you are?"
"I know." Ji Ling turned his head and looked into the house through the carved window lattice.
Jiang Jiang was holding the teacup and sipping it, the hot steam made the tip of her nose red.
Even though this was a meaningless action, he still thought she was particularly cute.
His eyes softened unconsciously: "Don't worry, she's not that kind of person."
Yu Wan: “?”
Yu Wan: "Are you out of your mind? I mean, did you use your power to force the girl? Who said she seduced you?"
Ji Ling: “…”
OK.
It doesn't matter.
Just think of it as him forcing her to do it, his reputation doesn't matter.
He leaned casually against the wall, propped up his arms and watched his mother busy cooking. He seemed to want to leave a good impression on his future daughter-in-law.
Time had left its mark on her body, with faint specks of silver visible among her black hair, yet she looked much more at ease than the graceful lady she had been in Ji's house.
Ji Ling couldn't understand it at first.
Leaving behind the first half of his life and opening a private kitchen in the villa under an assumed name was simply crazy in his eyes.
Now he probably understands.
Thinking of the greedy cat eating last night, his heart softened, so he said, "Mom, I want to learn how to cook, too."
Yu Wan fell into a strange silence and turned to look at him: "Who are you cooking for?"
"Jiang Jiang." Your future daughter-in-law.
"Do you have a grudge against her?"
Ji Ling: “?”
He sat back next to Jiang Jiang feeling a little aggrieved.
The noble man looked lost after going to the kitchen, as if the lofty Buddha statue had been tainted by the mundane world. Jiang Jiang found it interesting and touched his head:
"Didn't you have a good time chatting with your aunt?"
Ji Ling struggled for a moment, but the temperature of her palm was just right, and the strength was gentle, so he gave up without realizing it.
"...You know?"
Jiang Jiang looked into his eyes and said speechlessly: "I'm not blind. You two look so similar."
There must be some connection.
When you think about how the two of them get along, that relationship becomes obvious.
She was a little curious.
Wasn’t it rumored that Mrs. Ji died during the operation?
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