The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

At dinner, the old Marquis sat in the main seat.

A seat was specially reserved for Song Wenjun so that she could sit next to her with her child.

Song Wenjun was somewhat flattered: "Father, isn't this inappropriate?"

If she were to sit next to the old Marquis, Madam Zhou would surely hate her to death.

Zhou said sternly and irritably, "Just sit down when I tell you to. Why are you making such a fuss?"

Although she spoke in a low voice, almost everyone present could hear her.

Seeing her gloomy face, the old marquis paused and raised his voice: "What, do I have to listen to your attitude just because I'm close to my own child? If you don't want to eat, you can leave. Nobody's stopping you."

Over the years, the old marquis's temper has not only not subsided, but has actually worsened.

With money in his hands, he naturally wouldn't take the Zhou family seriously.

Zhou's eyes welled up with tears of grievance, and she was about to leave when Gu Huaizhou stopped her again.

He had been holding his anger in ever since the old marquis returned. How could he bear to see his mother being mistreated? He said, "Father, no matter what, Mother is your lawfully wedded wife. How can you be so disrespectful to her?"

The old Marquis looked at him sharply: "She has to have some sense of face too. She's ruined the Marquis's mansion like this. What right does she have to talk about face with me?"

With a loud slam, the old Marquis slammed his hand heavily on the table.

His sudden outburst of anger startled everyone, and the twins cried as they rushed into Shen's arms.

She dared not breathe loudly and could only coax him softly.

Song Wenjun was also afraid of frightening the child in her arms, but he only opened his big eyes to look at him for a moment, and then focused on sucking his hand again.

Gu Huaizhou was stunned for a moment, and the first thing that came to mind was his business failure.

Lacking confidence, Zheng Ran dared not confront the old Marquis again.

Zhou hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and shook her head at him, signaling him not to anger his father any further.

Gu Huaizhou silently finished the wine in his glass and said in a low voice, "Father, please calm down. I lost my temper just now."

The old marquis gave a cold snort, his gaze towards Madam Zhou growing even colder.

Zhou dared not complain anymore, and only lowered her head to look at the bowl in front of her.

The atmosphere became tense, and everyone felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, wishing they could finish their meal quickly and leave.

At this moment, Gu Huai'an stood up, raised his cup and said to the old Marquis, "Congratulations, Father, on this double celebration."

The old marquis knew he had a silver tongue and that his words were very pleasing to the ear, so he asked, "What brings you this joy?"

“Our Marquis’s mansion has welcomed a young heir. Look at this child, he’s fair and chubby, and his demeanor and manners are quite like his father’s. Perhaps our Marquis’s mansion has produced a once-in-a-century prodigy.”

Upon hearing this, the old Marquis immediately looked at Gu Jinyan, and the little guy wisely grinned at him.

Immediately, the old Marquis became more and more delighted, nodding repeatedly: "Indeed, Huai'an is right, my eldest grandson does indeed have the majesty I had back then, hahaha..."

She was angry just a moment ago, but now she's laughing again.

Everyone got used to his unpredictable mood swings and started grinning along with him.

The old Marquis then asked Gu Huai'an, "What is my second joy?"

"The second joy is naturally for you, Father. You have successfully avoided sixty-six and will live to be a hundred years old in the future. Isn't that a joyous occasion?" Gu Huai'an spoke eloquently, saying exactly what the old Marquis wanted to hear.

These words struck a chord with the old Marquis. He laughed heartily three times and praised, "Huai'an truly understands his father's heart. All these years of loving you have not been in vain."

"My son is just telling the truth. If it weren't for Father, the Marquis's mansion wouldn't be what it is today."

The old Marquis nodded repeatedly, his affection for Gu Huai'an evident in his words.

If he weren't an illegitimate son, the title of Marquis would definitely have fallen to him.

What a pity, what a pity.

Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Song Wenjun suggested, "My uncle is of marriageable age. Why don't we arrange the marriage this time we're back, so that Father can have another grandson?"

Gu Huai'an was not opposed to this matter and readily agreed, saying, "Then I'll trouble Mother to help with the selection."

His words were naturally directed at Madam Zhou, who looked up in a daze and belatedly replied, "Of course, of course."

On the surface, she seemed nonchalant, but in her heart she was filled with hatred.

He's just a son born out of wedlock; does he deserve to have her worry about his marriage?

If Gu Huai'an were to marry, he would have to establish a separate residence, which would be another considerable expense.

The money was naturally paid by the old Marquis, but this meant she would have to ask him for it, and inevitably suffer another scolding.

The old Marquis was generous to others, but stingy with himself.

She wished she could stretch every penny in half to spend.

Aunt Liu hurriedly thanked Madam Zhou, saying, "I thank you, elder sister."

"We're all family, why thank me? This is what she should do as the mistress of the house," the old Marquis said matter-of-factly. Madam Zhou forced a smile and said softly, "Yes."

Song Wenjun watched with amusement, never expecting that Zhou Shi, who was used to being domineering, would also have such a frustrating moment.

Everyone ate the meal with different thoughts in mind. After the meal, the old Marquis was helped to his courtyard by Madam Shen.

Aunt Liu quickly caught up with Song Wenjun and thanked her repeatedly: "If it weren't for the young mistress bringing up my son's marriage, it would have been delayed for some time. I thank you for your help."

Song Wenjun quickly helped her up and said, "We're all family, why say thank you? I just mentioned it casually, I didn't mean to help you on purpose."

"In any case, the young mistress helped me, so it's only right that I thank her."

Song Wenjun smiled at her and said, "The child is asleep, I'll go ahead first."

"Alright, please go ahead." Aunt Liu stepped aside, and the wet nurse, carrying the child, followed Song Wenjun away.

Gu Huai'an stepped forward from behind, looking at Song Wenjun's back with a playful expression, and said to Liu Shi, "Mother, don't you find it strange?"

"What's weird?"

"It seems that the young mistress and the second brother have become quite distant."

Madam Liu was slightly taken aback, and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"How could there not be? The two of them didn't even exchange glances during the meal, and she even deliberately brought up my marriage at the table. Didn't Mother notice?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem to be true." Aunt Liu pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "Aren't we overthinking this? Everyone knows how much your second brother dotes on her. How could there be any problems in their relationship? Besides, Song Wenjun wouldn't do such a thing."

In Liu's view, Song Wenjun loved Gu Huaizhou to death, and if something happened between them, it would be a miracle.

Gu Huai'an didn't speak again, but his eyes revealed a deep and unfathomable look.

What a load of rubbish, this Marquis! If he hadn't been the eldest son, who knows who would have gotten the Marquis's mansion.