Scarlett pretended not to hear.
She gracefully led Shen Wangshu by the hand to the dining table. Shen Wangshu looked at the gold-plated table and felt a deep, silent headache.
The sight of being dazzled by gold while eating made her feel that the world seemed somewhat crazy and strange. However, she was a woman of the world, the kind of person who ate from golden bowls, so when she sat quietly at the table, Si Jiali simply patted her head, then looked at Nangong Cheng with a pair of tender eyes, and said charmingly, as if with little hooks, "This villa is too big, and we're not used to living in such a spacious place. How about we move out?"
“You are the mistress of the Nangong family. It’s not good for you to move out.” Nangong Cheng seemed to be good-natured, and he comforted her. “If you feel it’s too empty, just hire a few more servants.”
“You’re not the head of the Nangong family,” Si Jiali said in a sweet, coquettish voice.
Shen Wangshu lowered his head and suddenly shivered.
Since this was her own mother, she shouldn't dwell on the inner turmoil of having to change the perfectly good "Si Xiaohua" into such a sophisticated name as Si Jiali, which embodies both Chinese and Western learning.
However, although Nangong Cheng is Nangong Yao's biological father, he is not actually the head of the Nangong family.
The current head of the Nangong family is his good son. This gentle and honest man, although he once possessed immense wealth, was not a capable leader. When Nangong Yao was fifteen, he ousted his own father. However, although he is no longer the head of the Nangong family, he is Nangong Yao's father. While he no longer influences the direction of the Nangong Group, his position remains. His lawfully wedded wife should indeed stay in the Nangong family villa.
Shen Wangshu subconsciously touched the wound on her wrist.
"Okay." At this moment, Si Jiali had already thrown herself into Nangong Cheng's arms and acted coquettishly. The middle-aged man finally gave in.
He indulgently stroked the beautiful woman wriggling in his arms, a gentle smile on his face.
Shen Wangshu couldn't understand why this seemingly honest middle-aged man actually liked her beautiful mother's type.
"Then we'll move tomorrow?" Scarlett asked, her eyes sparkling.
"We'll move tomorrow." Shen Wangshu nodded as if she felt Nangong Cheng's gaze fall on her for a fleeting moment.
She silently pulled her sleeves back to their original position, covering the marks on her wrists, but felt a slight warmth in her heart.
The two men saw the scars on her body, but they didn't immediately expose them. Instead, they tried to leave the Nangong family villa and Nangong Yao in a more subtle way.
Perhaps a more intense approach would be acceptable. After all, Nangong Cheng is the father, and in a fit of rage, he could summon his son, who had designs on his sister, and berate him. But what good would that do for Sichun's reputation? He couldn't very well kill his own son, nor did he have the power to punish him. Aside from a few words of scolding, even with so many servants present, he couldn't harm Nangong Yao.
But once the truth is revealed, Nangong Yao doesn't care, so how is Sichun supposed to behave?
With such marks on her body, does she want to make a huge fuss and let everyone know?
A naive young girl, if she encountered such a thing, would probably not want to recall it.
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Si Jiali and Nangong Cheng were carefully avoiding the issue. Although Shen Wangshu didn't care, and she originally wanted to make a fuss, she couldn't refuse their caution.
Nangong Cheng hesitated for a moment, his gaze towards Shen Wangshu filled with guilt, but when Shen Wangshu looked up, he only showed a loving smile.
He paused, then, amidst Si Jiali's quick movement of wiping her eyes, gently spoke to Shen Wangshu, "It's Uncle Nangong's fault. Xiao Chun isn't comfortable living at home, is she? We'll move tomorrow. Uncle will prepare a big study for you, and a garden too, okay?" Seeing Shen Wangshu timidly nod, he revealed an even greater, undisguised shame, and whispered, "Uncle won't..."
He wouldn't let Sichun be insulted for no reason.
The young girl was only frightened; nothing else happened, and nothing irreparable occurred. But that's not a reason to forgive her son.
Just because something didn't happen doesn't mean the harm didn't exist.
If something really happens, it will be too late to regret it.
At this moment, Nangong Cheng suddenly felt a pang of resentment at his own powerlessness, which prevented him from stopping his son when he was acting recklessly.
Shen Wangshu wanted his helplessness and hidden anger, because after offending Nangong Yao and kicking him in the groin, she naturally wanted to find a powerful protector for herself and her daughter.
Although Nangong Cheng was somewhat useless, he was Nangong Yao's father. While she couldn't make decisions for him, he could still protect them. Shen Wangshu pondered her scheme, a smile of both admiration and gratitude appearing on her face as she looked at Nangong Cheng. She moved her cold lips, a faint glint of tears seeming to well up in her eyes, yet it also appeared as if she was suppressing her emotions.
Hesitant to speak, pale and timid—truly, silence speaks louder than words.
"Eat your food," Nangong Cheng said gently as he personally served her warm porridge.
Shen Wangshu lowered his head, took a sip, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Heaven have mercy, she thought that a family with 800 billion in assets would have pearls in their porridge!
“This is snow rice from the Tianshan Mountains, it costs 80,000 yuan a bowl,” Si Jiali said from the side.
Shen Wangshu narrowly avoided spitting out the porridge in his mouth.
Who are you kidding?!
It's clearly just ordinary rice that costs 1.8 yuan per kilogram outside!
Before marrying into a wealthy family, Si Jiali was so poor that she had to drink porridge every day. Si Chun and her sister slept in the same small room since they were little. Now that she has married into a wealthy family, she is eating porridge that costs 80,000 yuan a bowl. I wonder if she will get a stomachache.
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