The air seemed to freeze for an instant.
A little tea splashed from the rim of the cup, landing on Ouyang Xuanyue's lapel and spreading into a small dark stain.
But her lapse lasted less than two seconds.
Ouyang Xuanyue quickly steadied herself through sheer composure.
She did not rush to wipe away the stain. Instead, she calmly set the teacup back on the table.
It made a soft click.
When she raised her eyes again, not a ripple could be seen within them.
"Su Yu, that joke went a little too far." She smiled faintly, her tone carrying the clarity of someone who had seen through worldly matters. "At my age, I no longer have the desire or energy to think about raising children. To me, as long as [Tang Yi Precision] thrives for generations, that is my best child."
Her words were flawless.
But Su Yu, a top-tier actress personally trained by Tang Song, excelled at reading microexpressions.
From the slightest changes in someone's expression and movements, she could tell when they were lying.
Or rather, this elegant and glamorous Ms. Ouyang was not as free of worldly desires as she claimed.
To Su Yu, that was good news.
What she feared most was Ouyang Xuanyue truly turning herself into a monument to chastity, always putting family legacy and her deceased husband above all else.
If that were the case, then for the sake of the family's interests, she really might one day stab Tang Song in the back, just as Jin Meixiao had warned.
Though she hated Jin Meixiao, she had to admit that Jin Meixiao's feelings for Tang Song were absolutely sincere.
But now, it seemed that was not the case.
As long as someone had selfish desires, they could be used.
"Don't mind me, Sister