0p0 Chapter 174 I think you and Ah Jin are a match made in heaven.
Chapter 174 I think you and Ah Jin are a match made in heaven.
As the butler finished speaking, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes echoed outside the courtyard gate.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of high heels striking the ground was crisp and powerful. Auntie walked in with an angry face, her hair disheveled, and her eyes full of resentment, her gaze piercing Lin Qinglan.
"Why can't our family members set foot in Yunwan Garden? Our ancestors all worked together to build this place, and Yunwan Garden rightfully belongs to us. You've been here so long, do you really think you're the master of this place?!"
Lin Qinglan didn't put down her chopsticks, only glancing at her indifferently: "Both the property certificate and the land use certificate are in my name. I'm not the owner, so who is?"
She took a sip of soup, then instructed the butler, "Now that the person has gotten out of the car, we should be able to get rid of them, right?"
The butler hurriedly wiped the sweat from his brow and beckoned two people over to help.
My third aunt was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she instinctively wanted to retort with sarcastic remarks.
But considering the purpose of his trip, he had to suppress his anger.
She straightened her hair and clothes, suppressing her temper as she asked, "Nephew, you're fine now, but your third uncle only made a mistake because he was confused for a moment. He's old and his mind isn't very clear. Do you think you could help bail him out, or perhaps get him to sign a letter of understanding privately?"
“If your third uncle really goes to jail, how can he endure that suffering? And if he is convicted, how will Huaiyou get married in the future? The marriage will be canceled as soon as he hears about it.”
The third aunt believed that she had sincerely begged Pei Weijin to be lenient, but she received no response after making the call.
The others present were all focused on their meal, seemingly paying no attention to her whatsoever.
The butler winked at the maid, then stepped forward and grabbed his aunt's arm: "Excuse me."
My third aunt stumbled and almost twisted her ankle.
The handsome man sitting on the right side of the table ladled a bowl of soup for Yan Zhuoyu with a soup spoon, his voice low and gentle: "You've been wearing wet clothes for so long today, drink some hot soup to warm yourself up. This soup is made with sand ginger, which can dispel the cold."
Yan Zhuoyu swallowed the lamb chop in her mouth, her eyes filled with a smile: "Thank you, husband."
Lin Qinglan watched the two of them interact, smiled slightly, and looked somewhat sentimental.
Auntie was forcibly dragged to the living room, where she was completely ignored and realized that she would definitely not get the result she wanted today.
Since she was already in this situation, she decided to go all out and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Pei Weijin, you ungrateful wolf cub! If Ruolin were still alive, he would never be so heartless! He's your third uncle, he watched you grow up and even held you in his arms! How can you compare to Ruolin!"
If she's unhappy with her own life, no one else should expect to have an easy time either!
Pei Weijin looked up indifferently and scoffed, "Is disrespecting national laws something to be proud of?"
His aunt felt a chill run down her spine under his cold gaze, but she still forced herself to continue her tirade: "You think your parents are truly sincere towards you? They still care about Ruolin, and their guilt towards you is nothing but a facade! You will never experience true family affection in this lifetime!"
She even went so far as to want to smash her head against the wall in the living room and curse them to a terrible end.
However, Madam Pei ignored her self-destructive behavior, which did little to harm the enemy. Instead, she smiled and placed a piece of fish on Yan Zhuoyu's plate, saying, "Little Yan, come and try this fish. It's very nourishing."
The fish soup was stewed until it turned milky white, and the fish meat was bouncy and tender. It melted on the tongue with a gentle touch, leaving a sweet and fresh taste.
"thanks Mom."
Yan Zhuoyu politely said thank you, and finding it delicious, she used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish for Pei Weijin as well.
Anyway, it wasn't her business. She just needed to enjoy her food in peace and didn't hear a word of it.
However, Pei Jincheng found it difficult to swallow.
Auntie San's words were clearly said to him on purpose.
He slammed his chopsticks down on the table, his anger rising for the first time when Pei Ruolin was mentioned: "Wei Jin finally came back, but your whole family has made his life miserable, and he almost got into trouble. And you still dare to mention Pei Ruolin? You mention him every day, every year. If you really miss him, why don't you go down and keep him company!"
Pei Weijin glanced calmly at Pei Jincheng's furious face, and said slowly, "So that's what Third Aunt meant. It's a pity that the punishment of exterminating nine generations of a family no longer exists, but I can ask Lawyer Yue to help add charges to Third Uncle's case, so that he can go down to see Pei Ruolin first. What does Third Aunt think?"
My third aunt has gone mad.
Her arms, which had been tightly holding onto the pillar, had lost their strength, and the butler easily dragged her away.
Third Aunt turned around and opened her mouth, but could only let out a silent roar.
She never expected that this tactic would always easily provoke Pei Jincheng, causing the father and son to argue endlessly, while she would profit from it and watch the spectacle. She had done this many times over the years.
Even when Pei Ruolin passed away, she only casually remarked, "I think I saw Pei Weijin in the ward just now."
This easily planted a seed of doubt in Pei Jincheng's heart. Over the years, that seed should have grown into a towering tree, becoming increasingly useful, so why did it suddenly wither and die?
The new chef was highly skilled, and Yan Zhuoyu had been busy all day, barely having a proper meal except for a quick bite on the plane.
She no longer cared about controlling her diet; she just wanted to treat her stomach well.
She ate two heaping bowls of rice and drank two bowls of chicken soup during the meal, feeling extremely satisfied.
As Lin Qinglan got older, her appetite decreased, and she put down her chopsticks after eating very little.
She rested her chin on her hand, watching Yan Zhuoyu eat, her beautiful and intellectual eyes full of smiles.
I find this child so adorable; just watching her eat makes the food taste twice as good.
After my aunt was forcibly removed, the vehicle was impounded outside the yard, and the restaurant returned to its quiet and cozy atmosphere.
Pei Jincheng kept glancing at Pei Weijin, wanting to speak several times, but then he hesitated.
He didn't say anything until everyone finished dinner and the servants started clearing the dishes.
The TV was showing "Yao Yun Jue". Yan Zhuoyu and Lin Qinglan were leaning against each other, each holding a pillow, just like a mother and daughter.
Although Lin Qinglan doesn't like watching dramas, she likes to stockpile them and watch them all at once.
She would frequently ask Yan Zhuoyu for spoilers and discuss the plot, appearing very engrossed. However, Yan Zhuoyu felt a subtle sense of embarrassment when she saw her own scenes.
It's an awkward situation where an acquaintance is acting, and that acquaintance is none other than herself.
Yan Zhuoyu quickly adjusted her mindset and viewed her performance from the audience's perspective, which allowed her to better identify her shortcomings in acting.
Commercials started playing halfway through the series.
Lin Qinglan placed the cushion aside and poured herself a cup of black tea.
"To be honest, I never imagined that my daughter-in-law would be a big star, let alone such an outstanding actress. When the TV series first aired, an old friend of mine praised you highly, saying that he especially liked the role of the senior sister you played. I felt very honored to hear that."
She gently blew on the tea to cool it down, and added, "Don't worry, I didn't tell her you're my daughter-in-law."
Yan Zhuoyu smiled and replied modestly, "I'm still far from being a big star. But, have you thought about who your future daughter-in-law will be? Do you usually choose a daughter of equal social standing?"
She couldn't keep her thoughts to herself, so she asked directly.
After all, their whirlwind marriage surprised many people, and even Pei Hongli and his group occasionally muttered that it was an unprofitable "deal".
In wealthy families, it is not uncommon to view marriage as a business transaction; they place great importance on whether the benefits offered by both parties are equal.
Lin Qinglan chuckled and, without hiding anything, looked honestly at Yan Zhuoyu.
She glanced at Pei Weijin's tightly closed bedroom door upstairs and lowered her voice, saying, "Actually, I never thought I'd have a daughter-in-law. With my son's cold personality, he'd probably scare people away; he doesn't seem like the type to care for people. He usually hangs out with Fu Zhuchen and the others, who are all boys, so I thought..."
"Hahaha."
The rest was self-explanatory; Yan Zhuoyu understood immediately. The two exchanged a knowing wink, everything unspoken.
Pei Weijin upstairs was completely unaware of this and realized he had been "spread rumors" about again.
The commercials during TV dramas cannot be skipped; they are only a few seconds long.
As the two became engrossed in the story again, Yan Zhuoyu heard Lin Qinglan's gentle voice, soft and tender, full of the love and appreciation unique to elders.
"I think you and Ah Jin are a match made in heaven. The older generation worked hard to earn money, and if they can't let their descendants freely choose their love, then I think all their efforts in this life have been in vain."