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"Wife, I need water too," Father Jiang said, not to be outdone.

Gao Changyi waved his hand, "Lanjun, I'm fine, don't worry about me. Go to Brother Jiang's place, I can manage on my own."

"Gao Nianjun, what do you mean? Do you mean I'm bullying you?" Father Jiang said with an annoyed expression.

He had disliked this person decades ago, but unexpectedly, after all these years, he still managed to show up in front of Lanjun, and his methods were even more sophisticated than before.

He was so angry he was about to start cursing on the spot. He really was a fool to come here for this meal, and instead of enjoying the food, he only made himself miserable.

"Of course I didn't mean that. I just feel I'm not worthy," Gao Changyi said listlessly, his refined eyes filled with sorrow.

Mother Jiang was at a loss for what to do. One was her good friend whom she hadn't seen for many years and who was ill, and the other was her very unhappy husband. The atmosphere between the two was tense.

She didn't even know which one to persuade, and was at her wit's end when Jiang Zhuxin called. She felt like she'd been granted a pardon and quickly said to the two of them, "Zhuxin and Weiwei are here. I'll go pick them up now, and we'll have dinner together."

When several people are eating together, and there are younger relatives present, these two should at least maintain some decorum, right? They shouldn't start fighting again, should they?

She ran out without looking back, as if there were some man-eating wild beast inside.

"Gao Nianjun? When did you change your name?" Father Jiang looked at him warily.

Gao Nianjun raised her eyes. "After you got married, I constantly reminded myself that it was my incompetence that led you to marry Lanjun. I regretted it my whole life, but now I'm back."

Father Jiang unconsciously clenched his fists. "So what if she's back? She's still my wife."

"Brother Jiang, do you think it's incredibly painful for someone to die in front of you, your 'white moonlight'?" Gao Nianjun asked innocently. "Do you think she'll remember me for the rest of her life?"

Father Jiang clenched his fist tightly, his expression betraying his embarrassment. "She won't."

"We'll see." He smiled slightly and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Father Jiang didn't understand why he had stopped pretending to be pitiful, and was about to speak when his wife led Zhuxin and the others in.

[At this moment, her mother-in-law had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter...] Song Shiwei looked at Jiang's radiant Mother Jiang and silently thought to herself.

Mother Jiang:?

Before Mother Jiang could ask any questions, they all went inside.

The aroma of sandalwood wafted through the antique-style restaurant. At the main table in the center sat two men: Father Jiang and a refined and kind-looking man. The man was dressed in a snow-white Tang suit, his hair meticulously styled. His face was unnaturally pale, as if he were ill.

For no apparent reason, a phrase suddenly popped into Song Shiwei's mind. "[An older man who's a white moonlight in love, a green tea bitch, a middle-aged version of a wealthy man loving Qiong?!]"

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were stunned when they heard Song Shiwei's thoughts. They looked at each other, still completely confused.

What is this? An older, seemingly innocent but actually manipulative woman? Is Weiwei referring to Gao Changyi?

Father Jiang curled his lips into a smile. That was quite a vivid description. But what did he mean by "a middle-aged version of a wealthy family's romance"?

Could it be telling their story?

Father Jiang was stunned. What was it like to suddenly find yourself caught in the middle of all this gossip?

He glanced at Gao Nianjun without making a sound, a fleeting look of seriousness crossing his deep eyes.

Gao Nianjun paid no attention to Father Jiang's gaze. The refined man smiled slightly and spoke first to Jiang Zhuxin, "Lanjun, is this your daughter? She's so gentle and beautiful. Hello, little friend, I'm your mother's good friend. My name is Gao Nianjun. When you were little, your mother took you out to play, and I even held you in my arms."

Upon hearing this, Father Jiang immediately became displeased. When did this happen? How come he didn't know? He looked at Mother Jiang with some doubt, a hint of hurt in his eyes.

Song Shiwei huffed and puffed as she started eating melon seeds (gossiping). [This familiar formula, this familiar taste... I didn't expect this male green tea bitch to be so skilled; with just a few words, he planted the seeds of suspicion between his in-laws.]

Jiang Zhuxin narrowed her eyes slightly, trying her best to suppress the urge to curse. "Uncle Gao, hello."

He nodded slightly, then took out a large red envelope from his small bag. "I feel a special connection with you, child. This is a small gift from your uncle. Please take it."

[Oh my god! Isn't this a subtle way of implying that my father-in-law Zhuxin, is my mother-in-law's child with him? Isn't this a subtle way of smearing my mother-in-law and putting a green hat on my father-in-law's head?] Song Shiwei immediately realized that things were not going well.

This guy, a green tea b*tch, not only changed his name, but he's also spouting complete nonsense. What on earth is he trying to do?!

Before she even had time to browse through the Gossip Compendium, the man turned his attention to her, "This must be Xiaoxun's wife, right? Lanjun has been telling me lately how beautiful Xiaoxun's wife is; seeing her today, I can confirm it's true."

"Miss Song, I returned to China in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare a gift. Please don't mind this small red envelope."

His speech was measured and subtle, yet the seductive undertones were very obvious.

Song Shiwei's naive eyes widened slightly. [This guy's manipulative skills are truly exceptional! With just a few words, he's practically nailed the accusation of his mother-in-law's infidelity to the bone. No wonder the relationship between his parents-in-law deteriorated so much later, to the point where they couldn't even see each other one last time. Who could resist such a manipulative guy?]

[No, what exactly is he trying to do?!]

Song Shiwei screamed inwardly, and Father Jiang Mother Jiang Zhuxin's eyes widened in shock. What the hell?