When they arrived at the private room, Zhou Jishen pushed open the door, and Jiang Tian helped Jiang Yuehua inside.
Lin Jianhe had already led Lin Qingyun and Lin Ziyan to sit down.
Upon seeing Jiang Yuehua and Jiang Tian, Lin Qingyun and Lin Ziyan stood up and greeted them with smiles.
"Mother, sister."
As long as Jiang Yuehua still holds the title of Mrs. Lin, they have to call her that.
As for their biological parents, Lin Qingyun and Lin Ziyan have always called them Daddy and Mommy.
Jiang Yuehua did not show the slightest smile at the two bastards.
She sat down next to Lin Jianhe with a tense expression.
Lin Jianhe is three years older than Jiang Yuehua, but he looks very well-maintained and appears to be only in his early forties.
Jiang Yuehua suffers from chronic illness and psychological torment, causing her mouth to droop and making her look older than her actual age.
Lin Jianhe always treated his wife with a superficial politeness.
If it weren't for the fact that the Jiang family still had something to offer, and that their marriage still had some value, he wouldn't have said a word.
As for Jiang Yuehua, she had long since lost feelings for him.
She was fighting for her pride.
The couple gets along better than even strangers.
After all, strangers are unlikely to dislike each other.
Jiang Tian sat down next to Lin Qingyun.
Lin Qingyun inherited her genes from her biological mother, but she surpassed her mother in many ways.
Compared to Jiang Tian's delicate and refined appearance, Lin Qingyun has a beautiful and elegant face that makes her stand out.
She has always been the center of attention and the object of everyone's admiration.
The love of her parents, the affection of her teachers and classmates, the romantic love of her suitors, and the fact that she never lacked material comforts in her family environment all contributed to her becoming a true prodigy.
At this moment, she appeared poised and confident, showing no embarrassment towards Jiang Tian despite being half-sisters.
On the contrary, she was quite friendly to Jiang Tian, with a smile always on her lips.
Compared to her, Jiang Tian seemed much more wooden. She just smiled faintly and sat there without saying a word, like a piece of wood.
Lin Jianhe glanced at Lin Qingyun, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
As expected of his carefully nurtured daughter, she can maintain her composure in any situation, which is a victory in itself.
Looking at Jiang Tian, Lin Jianhe unconsciously frowned.
He had never felt anything for his eldest daughter.
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