The steps stopped suddenly, and Guan Qiyou's back stiffened slightly, but it was only for a few seconds, and then he walked into the restaurant with steady steps.
At the large rectangular dining table, Guan Zhiyao sat at the main seat, with two young women sitting on one side on the left and one on the right.
One is his newlywed wife Jiang Yumei, and the other is Jiang Yumei's sister Jiang Xuewei.
On the dining table, the food was sumptuous and the atmosphere seemed quite pleasant.
The moment Guan Qiyou walked in, he met Jiang Yumei's eyes. That familiar yet unfamiliar face instantly shattered all Guan Qiyou's disguises.
Even though he had repeatedly convinced himself to accept the facts before him, when Guan Qiyou saw this warm scene in the restaurant, a surge of anger ignited in his heart again.
'Bah!' The moment Guan Qiyou walked into the restaurant, the porcelain spoon in Jiang Yumei's hand slipped and fell on the table. Her face quickly changed from rosy to pale, and she looked at Guan Qiyou with complicated eyes.
Guan Qiyou just glanced at her lightly, as if she didn't exist at all, and sat down in the seat opposite Guan Zhiyao.
Jiang Yumei seemed to have lost her mind, her eyes kept wandering on Guan Qiyou, looking lost.
"Yumei, what's wrong with you? Why are your hands so cold?" Guan Zhiyao gently held Jiang Yumei's hand, his love and affection beyond words.
"Uh-I...no, it's nothing." Jiang Yumei came back to her senses in embarrassment.
Guan Zhiyao smiled as if he understood, "Okay, let's have breakfast, the porridge is almost cold." He turned around and ordered his servants to put a new set of tableware, indicating to Jiang Yumei to eat more.
Jiang Xuewei ate the porridge from the bowl slowly and gracefully. She only felt an invisible pressure around her, making her feel on pins and needles and feeling uncomfortable all over.
She saw her sister's gaffe. She didn't know why. Every time she saw Guan Qiyou staring at her sister, she could feel a burning hatred. In addition, there were some complicated and disturbing things.
Something that cannot be discerned.
What it was, she had no way of knowing.
Mrs. Chen, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, brought the porridge to Guan Qiyou. Without saying a word, Guan Qiyou took a spoonful and ate it, but immediately spit it out again. She frowned and asked, "Sister-in-law Chen, you made this porridge."
? Why are you becoming more and more inferior?"
"Master, I..." Mrs. Chen was asked this question. She wanted to say it but didn't know how to say it. She seemed to be in a dilemma.
"Speak! Can such an unpalatable thing be served?" Guan Qiyou glanced at Jiang Yumei with a vague look, and an inadvertent sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
Jiang Yumei's face was ashen, she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, and a faint sweetness filled her mouth.
"Sister-in-law Chen, pour me this bowl of porridge and make a new bowl." Guan Qiyou pushed the bowl, leaned on the backrest, and smiled wickedly and leisurely.
'Pa' Guan Zhiyao threw the chopsticks on the table and said angrily: "If you don't like eating, you can go out to eat. No one begs you to stay. Yu Mei got up early and worked hard to make breakfast for everyone.
, I won’t allow you to be disrespectful to her in the slightest.”
Guan Qiyou didn't seem to care at all about Guan Zhiyao's fierce reaction. He raised his thick eyebrows lightly and still smiled lightly, "Oh? It turns out it's Miss Jiang's craftsmanship. I'm really embarrassed. You pretended I didn't say it."
He spread his hands innocently, but his eyes never looked at the bowl of porridge.
Jiang Yumei's face was ashen and her lips were trembling. How could she bear being scolded like this in front of the servants?