Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

After the guests left, the three women of the An family completely lost their previous smiles.

Each one looked more sad than the other.

"Nannan, why don't we send those things back to them now."

An's mother was timid and felt uneasy about accepting such an expensive gift. After all, she was in her forties and must have some thoughts about what happened today, but she couldn't say it in front of An Nansheng.

Old Madam An twisted her Buddhist beads, her expression equally solemn:

"Nannan, what are you going to do?"

An Nansheng said, "I'll return it tomorrow."

Seeing her calm appearance, Mother An and Old Lady An looked at each other, unsure whether she realized that something was wrong with Mu Fucheng and Jian Muye.

Knowing that they were worried, but at this moment the servants were busy coming in and out, An Nansheng didn't want to say much, just said:

"I'll take care of it, don't worry about it."

The implication is that she knows everything and has it all figured out.

Mother An was a little worried: "Nannan, the Mu family..."

"I see."

An Nansheng always thought that Mu Fucheng took care of the An family because it was ordered by Old Man Mu. Now when she thought about Mu Fucheng's care for her during this period, plus the old house, her heart was pounding.

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that Mu Fucheng would not do that.

He had seen all kinds of women, so how could he possibly like her?

She is the ex-wife of his nephew. Isn't it embarrassing with this identity?

"Let's figure it out first. Maybe we're mistaken, or there's some other reason."

An Nansheng left some room for maneuver, but still couldn't believe that Mu Fucheng had any such intentions towards her.

"That Jian Muye..." An's mother sighed, "I didn't expect him to be so generous."

An Nansheng had no time to think about Jian Muye, and said without hesitation:

"I will send the coral tree to Jian's house early tomorrow morning. No matter what Jian Muye wants to do, I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore."

After breakfast the next day, An Nansheng went straight to Jian's house.

Everyone knew that Mu Fucheng and Jian Muye stole the show at the An family's old lady's birthday party yesterday. When Jian Muye returned home, he was scolded by his mother.

After finally getting a divorce, you give her such an expensive gift. People will think you have some feelings for her. Isn't this making a fool of yourself?

Hearing An Nansheng coming, Mother Jian, who was still angry, started to scold again:

"What did I say? He came to my house so early in the morning. It's obvious that he wants to harass you again."

"I really don't know what you're thinking. Why don't you give such a good coral tree to your grandfather's house? Giving it to the An family is like giving it to your mother in the face, isn't it?"

Jian Muye's heart suddenly sank.

He knew very well that given An Nansheng's recent attitude towards him, she would never pester him.

An Nansheng came in, followed by Song Ke and two servants carrying a wooden box.

Seeing the wooden box, Jian Muye's dark eyes looked over quietly.

Mother Jian glanced behind An Nansheng, puzzled:

"What are you doing?"

An Nansheng signaled the servant to put down the coral tree, then said:

"Mrs. Jian, Mr. Jian, we in the An family do not accept gifts without merit, so I feel bad for accepting such a valuable gift. My grandmother said that she appreciates Mr. Jian's kindness, so please take this gift back."

Jian Muye bit his back teeth:

"The things we sent out were returned. An Nansheng, is this how your An family behaves?"

"We in the An family don't even give gifts with calculations."

An Nansheng wasn't here to argue, nor was he in the mood to argue with him:

"I don't want to know why you gave me this gift, but I'm sure you didn't really want to celebrate my birthday."

Jian Muye was so angry that he couldn't find any words to refute after his thoughts were exposed so bluntly.