When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

Upon hearing this, Ruan Jingyi felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart ached as if it had been stabbed.

Hearing Grandpa Fu reveal An Xiaoyue's identity in person was a completely different experience from hearing it from her aunt.

Sheng Yang's brother got married.

If my aunt's speculation is true, then she was the one who slept with Sheng Yang that night.

Instead of the woman in front of me with short hair and unkempt eyebrows.

Ruan Jingyi gritted her teeth. It was this woman in front of her who had stolen her Sheng Yang brother.

Grandpa Fu's introduction shows that, as an elder, he has accepted An Xiaoyue as his granddaughter-in-law.

Her hands, hanging at her sides, gripped her skirt tightly as she called out reluctantly, "Hello, sister-in-law."

An Xiaoyue sat up straight. "You don't need to call me sister-in-law. You seem more mature than me, so I guess I should call you Sister Jingyi. You can call me Xiaoyue like my aunt does, or..."

An Xiaoyue caught a glimpse of the man opposite her with a raised corner of his lips and an ambiguous smile, making it impossible for her to guess what Fu Shengyang was thinking.

She panicked and her expression became extremely unnatural, but she still managed to compose herself and finish what she was saying.

"You can call me Young Madam, that's fine too."

Ruan Jingyi calls Fu Shengyang "brother," but she doesn't want to hear this "sister-in-law" from her. She's so effeminate, as if Fu Shengyang is keeping a mistress on the side.

If she hadn't noticed the fleeting displeasure on Fu Shengyang's face when he saw Ruan Jingyi, she would have actually believed Ruan Jingyi's trick.

Why did she have to wear the same clothes to the banquet in the evening for Fu Shengyang to see? And she even chose to come during mealtime.

They were all excuses; she could clearly see the provocation and sadness in Ruan Jingyi's eyes.

She clearly wanted to assert her dominance, saying that she, Ruan Jingyi, and Fu Shengyang had a very good relationship.

Fu Shengyang looked away, picked up the water glass beside him, took a small sip, and ate the last bit of rice in the bowl.

An Xiaoyue didn't get any further response from Ruan Jingyi, so she turned her attention back to eating her own food.

I just thought Ruan Jingyi was beautiful and had a great figure, but I didn't expect her to be such a silly beauty.

She couldn't handle even a simple matter of how to address someone.

Or perhaps Ruan Jingyi genuinely liked Fu Shengyang, and was so devastated upon hearing that he was married that she didn't know how to cope.

Only Fu Jinyun looked at the two children with a kind expression.

Maintaining proper hospitality towards Ruan Jingyi, he said, "Jingyi, we're still eating. If you have work to do, please go to the reception room and wait for Sheng Yang."

Ruan Jingyi felt disappointed, and surprisingly didn't even ask her if she had eaten dinner.

But she still managed to maintain a facade, forcing a bright smile. "Grandpa Fu, it's alright. I was just asking Brother Sheng Yang if this dress is suitable?"

Fu Shengyang had finished eating. He wiped his mouth, his handkerchief still lying to the side. His voice was calm, but his words carried the authority of a superior.

"Wearing the right clothes for the right occasion is a basic skill for you. If you need my approval for this, you can resign. Changfeng doesn't support idlers."

An Xiaoyue, who was pretending to eat but actually listening to the conversation, suddenly paused.

Changfeng?

Is Changfeng Group the same Changfeng Group where Zhong Lingxi interned?

Could it be a company with the same name?

An Xiaoyue wasn't sure, she'd message Lingxi later to ask what her boss's name was.

Ruan Jingyi could no longer hold back. The courage she had finally mustered was shattered by Fu Shengyang's words, "We don't support idlers."

In particular, in front of a group of servants and Sheng Yang's new wife, she felt an unprecedented humiliation.

She bit her lip. "Yes, Brother Shengyang, I'm going home now."

Seeing Ruan Jingyi's distressed expression, Fu Jinyun ultimately couldn't bear to see the younger generation so heartbroken.

"Uncle Fu, please see Jingyi off. Take the snow frog, donkey-hide gelatin, and saffron that were just delivered to her back to eat."

Those items were originally ordered along with bird's nest, fish maw, and sea cucumber to nourish Xiaoyue's body, but Dr. Zhang said that Xiaoyue couldn't eat them during her pregnancy.

He and Sheng Yang, two grown men, don't eat these things anyway, so it's perfect for appeasing Ruan Jingyi.

Xiaoyue, that girl, looks dull, but when she speaks with Sheng Yang, those two mouths are enough to make Ruan Jingyi cry again.

He and Sheng Yang, grandfather and grandson, were both men, so there were some things they couldn't say too bluntly, and they also had to consider Jiang Mianzhi's feelings.

But Xiaoyue is different. As soon as she entered the door and said a few words, Jingyi cried. No matter how biased Jiang Mianzhi was, he couldn't be unaware of his niece's intentions.

Jiang Mianzhi is even more deserving of the humiliation than they are.

If Ruan Jingyi were a decent person, wouldn't he have noticed? He even arranged for Sheng Yang, a very busy man with countless affairs of state, to go on blind dates everywhere.

Ruan Jingyi turned and left, lost in her emotions, not even bothering to say thank you to Grandpa Fu.

She didn't care about snow frog or donkey-hide gelatin; what she wanted was Sheng Yang's love, to have children with him, and to spend her life with him.

She spent most of the day choosing a dress, and her makeup alone took two hours.

I originally intended to come to Fu Garden to make An Xiaoyue back down, since a woman who climbs into someone else's bed shouldn't expect to show her face in public.

I never expected that Brother Sheng Yang would become so fierce and speak so harshly, treating her like an employee of Changfeng without any regard for his uncle and aunt's feelings.

She had been to Fu Garden before, and although Sheng Yang didn't talk much, none of them had ever made her as sad as this time.

And then there's An Xiaoyue. Who's going to call her "Young Madam"? She's not a servant at Fu Garden.

Ruan Jingyi returned to the Jiang family villa.

"Jingyi's back! Come and eat!"

Without stopping, Ruan Jingyi lifted her skirt and ran barefoot upstairs.

When Fu Wantang and Jiang Mianzhi saw her come in, they went upstairs without saying hello, and the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jiang Mianzhi, in particular, had just returned from a business trip, still wearing a jacket and silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Jingyi hasn't seen her uncle for over a month, why doesn't she call him?

In the past, when he came back, Jingyi was the happiest person for him.

"What's going on here?"

"Wearing a formal dress, she's probably out with some girlfriends and got upset. I'll go check on her." Fu Wantang said, putting down her chopsticks and getting up.

Jiang Mianzhi grabbed her wrist and softened his voice, saying, "Eat yours first, let her be by herself for a while. She's 26 years old, how can she cry every time something happens and need you, her aunt, to chase after her and coax her?"

Fu Wantang sat down and said coquettishly, "You have no parents, and you're away on a business trip. I'm raising two children on my own. How can I manage without taking good care of them?"

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Mianzhi patted her hand. "On this business trip, I met with Special Envoy Leng..."

When Fu Wantang heard the title "Special Envoy Leng," her heart skipped a beat, as if a switch had been flipped in her body.

The image of her brother Shize's gentle, refined, and composed face immediately appeared in her mind, and she didn't hear a word of what Jiang Mian said afterward.

“Special Envoy Leng’s father is old, and his position has changed,” Jiang Mianzhi said cryptically.

"That's wonderful." Fu Wantang grabbed Jiang Mianzhi's hand and said excitedly, "That's great, Mianzhi, you've finally made it through."

Jiang Mianzhi also felt the same way, and clasped his other hand with hers, their four hands overlapping, "Yes."

In thirty years, he rose from a lowly clerk in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the position of deputy director-general, and now there is still room for advancement. He has truly made it through the tough times.

“I’ll open a bottle of champagne to celebrate,” Fu Wantang suggested.

“Okay, just the two of us.” Jiang Mianzhi, who was always honest and upright, readily agreed; he was genuinely happy.

Fu Wantang thought to herself, "Great! Brother Shize is coming back, and I'll be able to see him."

As for Ruan Jingyi upstairs who was unhappy, she didn't have time to pay attention to her; she would just let her cry for a while.