Jiang Peirong went to the bathroom to adjust her makeup and expression. As a lady from a wealthy family, she could perfectly control her expression even when she was furious, making it impossible to guess her emotions.

Except the person next to me.

Zhan Aoxiang was discussing with others the investment direction of Zhan's company next year, but he saw Jiang Peirong coming out of the kitchen with a serious expression. When she came out of the bathroom, her expression had returned to normal.

But he could clearly sense his wife's unhappiness, and immediately left the men who were still drinking tea to go find Jiang Peirong.

He called Jiang Peirong to the master bedroom, and as soon as he closed the door, he gently asked, "Why are you unhappy?"

Jiang Peirong buried her head in his shoulder, not wanting to tell him about the sisters-in-law's thoughts and disgusting plans, so she only asked one question.

"Hubby, if Nan Qi can't be cured, we don't want any other children, okay? We don't want any other children, whether we adopt one or have another."

Zhan Aoxiang was stunned, obviously not expecting her to bring up this matter suddenly, but he still agreed subconsciously.

"Of course. Whatever you say is what I will do."

"I'm serious." Jiang Peirong hit Zhan Aoxiang's shoulder, "If you still want to have other children, we will get divorced!"

"No, no, no! It's not that serious. You still want a divorce."

Zhan Aoxiang hugged her tighter, "How could I bear to let her go? Nanqi will be our only child."

Jiang Peirong's mood finally improved.

But they didn't expect that there was a little man eavesdropping outside.

Zhan Yang was lying on the door and vaguely heard their conversation. Knowing that he had no hope of inheriting the Zhan family, he blamed it all on Zhan Nanqi.

Why does an autistic person want to dominate everything?

Zhan Yang took the opportunity when Zhan Nanqi was in the study to sneak into his room.

After coaxing Jiang Peirong, the New Year's Eve dinner was just ready and someone came to call them to eat.

When Jiang Peirong saw Su Minghua and Zhan Yang again, she was in a good mood. She didn't look at them in a disapproving manner, but she also didn't bother to pay attention to them.

Zhan Yang, on the other hand, greeted every uncle, aunt, and cousin, and his image of being well-behaved and polite was immediately established.

"Yangyang is so well behaved. He is the best among all the kids. He hasn't grown into a bad person at all."

"People say that you can tell a person's future from the age of three and his old age from the age of seven. I think Yangyang will be the most promising of this generation."

Zhan Yang's parents had big smiles on their faces, but Jiang Peirong just listened without saying anything, not even a glance at them.

After they finished praising Zhan Yang, they remembered Zhan Nanqi. In order to save face for Zhan Aoxiang and his wife, they hurriedly asked, "Where's Nanqi? Hurry up and ask him to come down to eat with us!"

Jiang Peirong didn't want Zhan Nanqi to come into contact with these people who valued profit over love, so she explained with a smile, "Nanqi is still tinkering with something in his room. I've prepared his favorite food, so he can eat it happily and comfortably."

"You guys are spoiling this kid too much. How can he not eat New Year's Eve dinner with his parents?"

Jiang Peirong kept smiling, "This is how our family is, is there a problem?"

No one else dared to express their opinions. They all said that although Zhan Aoxiang seemed to be in power in the Zhan family, it was actually Jiang Peirong.

"Since everything is fine, let's continue eating. Today is a good day."

What I mean is, don't make me angry, otherwise you will suffer the consequences.

Just when everyone was about to start eating, there was a sound of footsteps - Zhan Nanqi came down from the stairs.

He was holding a broken airplane model in his hand, the wings were torn into pieces, but the fuselage could still barely make out its shape.

"Nanqi, what happened to your model?" Jiang Peirong saw something was wrong at first glance, "It must have been deliberately destroyed!"

The shape of the broken wing looks like it was broken by someone.

Zhan Nanqi looked coldly at everyone at the table. No matter adults or children, they all needed to be scrutinized by him.

Jiang Peirong knew he was angry from his reaction and immediately sought justice for her son.

"Who broke Nan Qi's model? Apologize to him immediately!"

Zhan Yang's eyes flickered, but because he was not conspicuous sitting in the crowd, Jiang Peirong did not notice it at first.

Others tried to smooth things over, saying, "We need to have the New Year's Eve dinner now. It's just a model airplane. I'll buy it for Nan Qi tomorrow. Let's just forget about it."

"no."

Zhan Nanqi looked at the children coldly, "It's you guys."

"I don't!"

The children began to make excuses, saying it was not them, and Zhan Yang followed suit.

"Not me, I didn't."

Jiang Peirong also felt that it was unlikely that these children had done it, "Nan Qi, maybe it wasn't done by your younger brother or his friends."

“They were the only ones who had seen the model in my room.”

Zhan Nanqi thought of something and walked through the crowd to find Zhan Yang.

"It's you."

Zhan Yang struggled twice, but couldn't get rid of his hand, so he had to shout: "Mom, save me——"

When Su Minghua saw her beloved son being held hostage, she became extremely nervous.

"Nan Qi, let him go first. He is your cousin. How can you doubt him?"

Zhan Yang forcefully pulled his hand away from Zhan Nanqi's and looked at him reproachfully.

Jiang Peirong also protected her son and pushed the mother and daughter out of the restaurant.

"Nanqi would not suspect someone for no reason. You might as well first consider why Zhan Yang was suspected by Nanqi!"

A child interrupted quietly, "Because Brother Zhan Yang wanted to play with Nan Qi's model, but Brother Nan Qi wouldn't let him."

Jiang Peirong sneered, "Is it necessary for a model? If you can't get it, just destroy it. How petty."

Su Minghua gritted her teeth and said, "I firmly believe that my son would not do this. Show me the evidence."

"No evidence is needed. Whatever my son says is the fact." Jiang Peirong held Zhan Nanqi's shoulders and stood side by side with him.

Seeing this, Su Minghua also stood with Zhan Yang. The two sides were on the verge of a fight.

"I said my son doesn't have it, and that's it!"

"Your words don't count. You're not the one who did the bad thing." Jiang Peirong stared at Zhan Yang and asked, "Zhan Yang, tell me the truth. Did you break the model?"

Zhan Yang was so frightened that he trembled and dared not deny, let alone admit it.

"Son, come on, tell me, this isn't you who did it."

Su Minghua pushed Zhan Yang's shoulder several times, which made Zhan Yang feel very guilty.

"Mom, I want to go home..."

This is a disguised admission!

The expressions of the others when looking at Zhan Yang became complicated, and the same went for the looks they gave Su Minghua.

Su Minghua felt ashamed and didn't care about the custom of eating New Year's Eve dinner. She just pulled Zhan Yang away.

Zhan Yang's father also felt ashamed and didn't have the face to stay any longer, so he took the bag his wife left behind and left.

Jiang Peirong squatted down and stood with Zhan Nanping, holding his shoulders: "Son, Mom wants to praise you."

Zhan Nanqi showed a surprised expression, as if asking why. This was a liveliness that Jiang Peirong had not seen for a long time.

Her mood improved instantly.

"Because now you will take the initiative to speak out when you are unhappy, but you didn't do that before. Mom didn't know whether you were happy or not. Now that I can understand your emotions, Mom is very relieved."