After the marriage, the charming educated youth is eye-catching

The Shen family in Suzhou.

The Shen family didn't receive the news of Lin Ziqiu's departure until noon the next day.

Old Madam Shen leaned against the headboard, her eyes filled with rage. She clutched a silk handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the strain. "She really doesn't want to acknowledge us? So many people have been desperately trying to establish a connection with our family, and yet she doesn't even take us seriously!"

"Even Shen Xiu refused to come back with me to admit her mistakes to you, let alone her! They are all ungrateful people who can never be fed!" Shen Zimo frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more obvious.

Shen Wufan sat aside, his eyes red and swollen, tears still rolling down his face. His words were full of self-blame, "It's me... I've let her mother down. This child hates me from the bottom of her heart..."

"Big sister, you don't have to blame yourself. She's the one who doesn't know what's good for her!" Shen Zimo fiercely stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, his voice filled with anger. "In my opinion, you don't have to be so open and honest with her anymore! Just pretend you don't have this granddaughter!"

Shen Wufan was naturally reluctant, "But..."

Song Hui on the side quickly made up for it, "It was indeed too sudden for Xiaoqiu to recognize her relatives. Coupled with the matter of her aunt, she must be a little unhappy. Girls, after all, can be comforted. She is now married into the Zhong family. Zhong Heyang has a promising future, and she can't rely on the Li family. Choosing to recognize her with us is beneficial to her. Once her anger subsides, she will definitely think it through."

Old Mrs. Shen had heard from Shen Wufan before that Lin Ziqiu married a regiment leader. Now her grandson has such a high opinion of Zhong Heyang. If the Shen family can establish a relationship with him, that would naturally be the best.

As long as they treat Lin Ziqiu well, Zhong Heyang should not be as ungrateful as Meng Zhiwei.

After weighing the pros and cons, Old Lady Shen spoke up: "No matter what, she has the blood of our Shen family flowing in her veins. She is young and ignorant, so we, as the elders, should teach her well."

Since his mother had spoken, Shen Zimo naturally did not object. "Xiaohui, your aunt is old and her body cannot withstand long journeys. You should pay more attention to this matter."

"Yes, I know that. I will do my best to persuade Xiaoqiu. What about Auntie?"

Song Hui still cares about his aunt. She has suffered a lot of grievances over the years.

"Grandma, no matter what, my aunt is still your daughter..."

Before he could finish his words, his aunt's voice came from outside the door, "Grandma, my brother-in-law is here..." The brother-in-law she was talking about was Meng Zhiwei.

Mrs. Shen's expression immediately changed. "He...why is he here?"

Old Mrs. Shen has always disliked this young son-in-law, thinking that he is uneducated and not worthy of being in a respectable position.

In addition, her grandson Shen Ruixiang's promotion failed, so she was even more dissatisfied with Meng Zhiwei, thinking that he did not take the Shen family seriously at all.

She didn't even look at the gift that Meng Zhiwei asked Shen Xiu to send, and it is still thrown in a corner of the warehouse.

Shen Zimo, who was standing by, had suffered a loss at the hands of Meng Zhiwei yesterday. He was already full of anger and could no longer contain himself.

"He still has the nerve to come! I want to see what he wants to do!"

Having said that, he immediately stood up and opened the door.

Song Hui was worried that the two of them would start arguing, so he quickly chased after them.

In the reception room, Meng Zhiwei sat upright on a chair. Although he was not liked by the Shen family, the eldest sister-in-law of the Shen family treated him politely.

Unlike Shen Zimo and his mother, they are too lazy to act.

On the one hand, he looked down on him, but on the other hand, he thought that he was working for the Shen family. If it weren't for his wife, he would never pay attention to such a person.

Meng Zhiwei picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip when he heard Shen Zimo's angry voice in the distance.

"Who allowed you to enter my house?"

Meng Zhiwei wasn't angry either, his eyes full of mockery, "Brother-in-law scolded me yesterday for not visiting the old lady, and today I just arrived and you chased me away before I could even have a sip of hot tea. It seems that the old lady's upbringing of you is just like this."

The Shen family always talks about these moral principles of education and human relations, and Meng Zhiwei's main goal is to use their own stones to smash their feet.

"Stop yelling!" Shen Zimo's neck veins bulged, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the person opposite him. His eyes seemed to be able to spit fire, and he shouted loudly: "You are not welcome in our house! Get out!"

The man in military uniform sat motionless in his chair. He glanced around, his eyes filled with contempt as he sneered sarcastically, "Do you really think your house is a royal palace and anyone can come?"

"If it weren't for my wife, I would think it was bad luck to look at you for even a second."

Shen Zimo was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his chest heaving violently. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Meng Zhiwei by the collar.

His fists were clenched tightly, the knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was about to throw a punch at any moment.

Meng Zhiwei let him drag him along. Not only did he not flinch, but he moved forward, looking directly into the man's wide-open eyes. He said jokingly, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

How could Shen Zimo be his opponent?

"Uncle! No!"

Song Hui quickly ran over and forcibly pulled the two apart.

Shen Zimo still looked unconvinced and had the urge to really fight with Meng Zhiwei.

Song Hui hugged him tightly and warned him in a low voice, "Uncle, it's too late to fight... If it gets out, won't people say that our family is bullying?"

He knew his uncle's arrogance too well.

If someone says that my uncle can't beat my uncle-in-law now, my uncle will definitely act like a moth to a flame!

Then it will really get out of hand.

After a pause, he added, "Don't let grandma worry."

After being reminded by his nephew, Shen Zimo calmed down a lot.

If I really fought, I wouldn't be able to beat him and get beaten. Not only would it be embarrassing, but my mother would also worry. So I swallowed my anger.

He shook his hands angrily and glared at Meng Zhiwei fiercely.

Song Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and then tried to apologize to his uncle with a smile, "Uncle, why did you come here alone? Where's my aunt?"

Meng Zhiwei was relatively respectful to Song Hui, his junior. After all, he was the only one in the Shen family who respected Shen Xiu.

"I'm here to see the old lady."

Meng Zhiwei deliberately waited for Ruan Qing to take his wife out, and then came here secretly by himself.

Shen Zimo was immediately displeased when he heard this. "My mother has become ill because of your wife, and you want to anger her again? No way!"

Meng Zhiwei asked in reply, "Your Shen family prides yourselves on being a family of scholars. You are all scholars, so are you afraid that you can't reason with a rough man like me?"

"you--"

Shen Zimo was speechless.

If they let him see her, they are afraid that he will contradict his mother and cause her to do something bad. If they don't let him see her, it will make the Shen family seem afraid of him.

Song Hui had no choice but to persuade her, "Grandma is resting right now. The doctor said she needs to rest. If you have anything to say, you can tell us. When she gets better, we can pass on your message."

Meng Zhiwei didn't believe it and was determined to see the person.

"It's okay, I'll wait here until she wakes up."

Song Hui's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that something big was going to happen today.

Seeing him being such a scoundrel, Shen Zimo was furious. "Do you think you can see my mother whenever you want? Get out of here!"

"If you dare to chase me away today, I will let everyone in Su City know about your Shen family's hospitality tomorrow!"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Song Hui thought to himself that it was not good.

He held his forehead with a headache and immediately made up his mind to go find his aunt. Who could stop his uncle with such a posture?

Shen Zimo and Meng Zhiwei argued endlessly. After a few rounds, Shen Zimo was obviously unable to bear it anymore.

He wondered when Meng Zhiwei, a rough guy, became so good at talking.