Good nephew?
At this moment, who would still want to be her good nephew?
He Ning didn't care.
He Sui didn't care.
He Zhou, He Yi, and He Chen don't care.
Even He Xiaoguo knew: "Auntie, she's a bad person."
Everyone here once held her in high regard and was kind to her, but she did not cherish it and repeatedly destroyed their dignity and trampled on their bottom line.
He Chen said, "Aunt, you should go back. None of us will plead for you."
Qian Lizhen stammered awkwardly, then quickly looked at He Yuan.
With so many people here, only He Yuan hasn't been scolded by her. He'll definitely soften his stance out of respect for He's mother...
"Boss, you're the most sensible one in the He family, why don't you say something?"
He Yuan's throat moved, but his face remained calm: "Aunt, I can't make that decision either."
"How could this be..."
With his parents gone, he was the most powerful man in the He family and could make all the decisions.
Just as Qian Lizhen was about to ask if He Yuan was just playing along, a clear, smiling female voice suddenly rang out from the side:
"Oh, Auntie's here."
The tone was one of pure joy.
This welcome came at just the right time, amidst the cold stares and disgust of the He brothers.
Qian Lizhen perked up, regained her enthusiasm, and turned around to greet him with a big smile.
He Jing, wearing an adorable cat apron and carrying groceries, walked out of the kitchen and said, "You've come at the perfect time. Auntie, please stay for dinner."
The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the living room instantly became awkward.
He Sui instantly bristled, his eyes widening as he shouted, "He Jing!"
He Ning's expression changed slightly, and his kind brows furrowed unconsciously.
He Zhou and He Sui almost simultaneously voiced their dissatisfaction: "Hey!"
He Yi looked completely bewildered, He Chen stared blankly, only He Yuan's eyes held confusion, along with a hint of hesitation and astonishment.
Hearing He Sui's call, He Jing turned her head, blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
He Sui was extremely anxious. She was the one who ruined the Zhu family's business, so why was Qian Lizhen still invited to dinner...?
He Jing understood what he meant, smiled slightly, and said, "Fourth Brother, when guests come to visit, we can't be rude."
Seeing that someone was speaking up for her, Qian Lizhen quickly took the opportunity to praise Jingjing, saying, "Jingjing is so sensible. Fourth brother, you should learn from your sister."
He Sui was extremely displeased and gritted his teeth to shut up. Qian Lizhen was even happier and quickly called Zhu Qian and Zhu Rui over, handing them the skincare products she had bought for He Jing and inviting them to sit down at the table.
They were so warm and welcoming, showing absolutely no intention of treating each other like outsiders.
He Jing accepted the skincare products, opened them, and glanced at them. They were expensive designer brands. She looked up and smiled, "I'll cook two more dishes."
Qian Lizhen knew she would be tempted, and she was secretly pleased with herself for a while. Then she heard her say to He Sui, "Fourth Brother, I'll make you your favorite chicken drumsticks."
He Sui was about to leave when he heard the sign and stopped. His face turned red, and his big eyes were filled with resentment, but he had no choice but to resign himself to walking to the dining table.
He Ning turned around expressionlessly: "I'll go get the chopsticks."
He Chen said, "I'll go too."
Half an hour later, a sumptuous dinner was ready, consisting of eight dishes, each emitting an enticing aroma.
Zhu Qian and Zhu Rui forgot everything else as soon as they smelled the aroma, picked up their chopsticks and started eating. Zhu Qiang looked at the table full of dishes with amazement in his eyes.
No wonder the barbecue at Xiaolin's food stall is so fragrant and delicious; every dish here is exquisite and tempting, like a work of art.
Qian Lizhen, still concerned about saving face and afraid of upsetting the He brothers, tapped Zhu Qian and Zhu Rui's hands with the tip of her chopsticks to make them put down their chopsticks.
He Jing went into the kitchen again. There was still a soup on the gas stove that wasn't ready yet. She turned off the heat, ladled out the soup, and was about to take it out when He Zhou blocked her at the kitchen door with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Do you want to do something? I'll help you."
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