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While wanting to see one's own father suffer is indeed quite rebellious, who can resist a bite of hot gossip?

"Hey, sister-in-law, shall we go to Mom and Dad's private room and eat with them?" Jiang Zhuxin said excitedly. "After all, the two of us can't eat that much, and ordering too much would be a waste. Mom and Dad probably haven't finished eating yet."

This is like having a pillow delivered to your head when you're sleepy; being able to watch the drama unfold up close is something Song Shiwei couldn't agree more of.

The two hit it off immediately, and Jiang Zhuxin called her Mother Jiang right away. Her Mother Jiang answered immediately and even seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief. In less than a minute, she came out of the house to greet Jiang Zhuxin and Song Shiwei.

She was really in a bind. She never expected that a meal would lead to a fight between two men, leaving her caught in the middle and in a difficult position.

She thought that after so many years, the two of them had long since reconciled, and that when Gao Changyi called a few days ago, Old Jiang was sitting next to her, massaging her shoulders.

Gao Changyi said he didn't have many days left to live, and in the last moments of his life he wanted to go back to China to see his old friends. She was his most important friend, and he wanted to invite her out for a get-together alone.

Mother Jiang thought that they hadn't seen each other for so many years, and there was nothing between them to begin with. There was nothing wrong with her going out to see him. If she could avoid seeing him, it would only make her seem guilty.

But then I thought again, if my jealous husband knew that I went out and met Gao Changyi, he'd probably be secretly very jealous again.

She sighed softly, about to refuse, but her husband had already agreed for her, saying that the two of them would attend together!

Mother Jiang was shocked. Old Jiang, who was so jealous, took the initiative to ask her ex-boyfriend to meet for dinner.

She still remembered the first few years after they got married. Father Jiang would have a stress reaction even to the word "Gao". In the first few years, he stayed by her side almost every day, as if he was afraid that she would run away abroad.

When Mother Jiang thought about the events of those years, and then recalled Father Jiang's initiative to go out for dinner, she wondered if he was really going to dinner and not to carry out an assassination.

She had already decided not to go. After all, rivals are bound to be hostile to each other, and if the two of them started fighting, their old bodies wouldn't be able to withstand it.

However, Father Jiang insisted on having dinner with Gao Changyi, just like a child, so she had no choice but to bring him along.

I thought that after so many years, these two people would have long since moved on from those things, and that they could finally shake hands and make peace.

But to their surprise, the moment the two entered and saw each other, the atmosphere immediately became awkward—how to put it? There was an eerie calm.

They even shook hands in a very friendly manner, exchanged pleasantries, and sat down with beaming smiles.

Mother Jiang glanced at the two men, her heart pounding even harder.

She really felt that the two of them might come to blows today.

"Lanjun, it's been so long! I've really missed you." Gao Changyi looked very happy, and the moment he saw Mother Jiang, he immediately stood up and hugged her tightly.

Completely oblivious to the increasingly dark expression on Father Jiang's face as he stood to the side, he even affectionately nuzzled Mother Jiang's cheek before saying with a lingering look, "Hongzhe, you're not jealous, are you? Lanjun and I just couldn't help ourselves."

Father Jiang clenched his fists tightly under the table, his face showing obvious displeasure, as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

"Of course not, I trust my wife." Jiang Hongzhe gently took his Mother Jiang's hand and said slowly.

"Oh, I see. Brother Jiang, I'm really envious. No wonder Lanjun often tells me you two are so loving. Now I'm relieved. If you're not good to Lanjun, I'm not old yet, I can still make Lanjun happy."

After Gao Nianjun finished speaking, she slowly came back to her senses. "Brother Jiang, I was just saying it casually. You're not angry, are you?"

Father Jiang had already been angered by his words, his face darkening, and the murderous glint in his deep eyes was impossible to hide.

Mother Jiang quickly stepped in to smooth things over, "No, don't overthink it. He's just been feeling a little unwell these past few days; it's an old ailment."

Father Jiang still didn't look too good, but he held Mother Jiang's hand tightly, as if silently asserting his dominance.

The man opposite him naturally saw this scene as well. He coughed a few times and said to himself, "Brother Jiang, I think you should still give Lanjun some personal space."

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"Lanjun isn't your possession; she's a living, breathing person, and she has the right to make friends too."

"I could sense Lanjun's unhappiness during our conversation, Brother Jiang, you can't treat her like this."

After he finished speaking, he coughed a few times. He hurriedly took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. A pool of blood immediately appeared on the white handkerchief.

"What's wrong with you?" Mother Jiang asked anxiously.

"It's nothing, it's just an old ailment. I don't have much time left, so I came back. I was afraid I wouldn't see you again, Lanjun." Gao Nianjun waved her hand, her pale face turning even paler, but she still forced herself to speak.

"Wife, come back. I'm not feeling well either." Father Jiang clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding together, and said to Mother Jiang, each word distinct and deliberate.

Upon hearing this, Gao Nianjun coughed violently again, this time almost coughing up his lungs. "Lanjun, you should go back. I'm fine. I'm already very happy to see you. I won't ask for anything that doesn't belong to me."

Father Jiang was furious; his already ashen face turned even more contorted with embarrassment, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Gao Changyi has been using this same trick for so many years, and he's still not tired of it! He used this trick decades ago, and now he's still using it?

She's his wife, what more could you ask for? What a load of rubbish! You're shameless.

Mother Jiang was a little worried. She lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright? I'll get you some water."