Feng Xiaoxiao turned around and walked to Ye Wanrong. She took out a tissue from her handbag and said, "Mom, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
She was not at the banquet just now, so she didn't know everything that happened before.
Ye Wanrong shook her head, took the tissue, and was speechless for a moment.
"Mom." Feng Xiaoxiao supported Ye Wanrong, "Your face looks very ugly, shall I support you?"
Ye Wanrong was indeed feeling uncomfortable at the moment, so she didn't resist.
"Mom, can I help you go back to your room and rest for a while?"
"No need." Ye Wanrong shook her head and pointed to the stone bench beside her.
"Here? Okay." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded quickly and helped Ye Wanrong to sit down, "Mom, sit down."
After sitting down, Ye Wanrong rested her forehead and slowly regained her composure.
Feng Xiaoxiao stood still with her hands tied, not knowing what to do next. After all, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has not been very good.
Ye Wanrong closed her eyes to rest her mind and didn't speak for a long time.
Feng Xiaoxiao stood, feeling uncomfortable, "Mom, how about... I go and teach Nie Zheng to you?"
"Huh?" Ye Wanrong opened her eyelids, and the look in her eyes made Feng Xiaoxiao tremble all over.
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled dryly: "Mom."
Ye Wanrong had recovered and stood up, "You, come with me."
"Oh." Feng Xiaoxiao could only nodded and followed Ye Wanrong.
But, where are we going? As we walk along, why do we feel more and more remote and eerie?
There seems to be a small building among the lush trees.
Ye Wanrong led Feng Xiaoxiao in. Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, "What is this place?"
Ye Wanrong rolled her eyes at her, "Why, you are an actor after all, have you never seen a place like this?"
"Uh." Feng Xiaoxiao was slightly startled, looking at the many memorial tablets on the incense table, and nodded. "I have seen it before, but it was a period film."
"whispering sound."
Ye Wanrong stepped forward, picked up a few incense sticks from the incense table, and lit them.
"The Nie family, like the Ye family, were both merchants who made their fortune from Southeast Asia hundreds of years ago. Although times have changed, the deep-rooted traditions have continued. How strange is it to have an ancestral hall in your family?"
Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, it was really an ancestral hall.
"Oh." Feng Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded, "Mom, you are right, I am shallow."
Ye Wanrong ignored her and turned around to burn incense.
Feng Xiaoxiao muttered to himself, it was just flattering, so why were the shots she made useless?
After Ye Wanrong finished applying the incense, she suddenly let out a low roar.
"Kneel down!"
"Ah?" Feng Xiaoxiao raised her head sharply and twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, "Mom, what...what's wrong?"
Ye Wanrong frowned, no longer as weak as before, but full of harsh criticism towards Feng Xiaoxiao.
"Where is all this nonsense? Kneel down if I ask you to!"
"Oh, oh." Feng Xiaoxiao had no choice but to kneel down on the futon, "But, Mom..."
"Do not talk."
Ye Wanrong shouted at her, her brows furrowed and her eyes filled with disgust.
"You're not pregnant yet, are you?"
Ah? Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned and nodded: "...Yes."
"Humph." Ye Wanrong sneered.
"I know it. Look at you, how can you help Azheng? In terms of career, neither you nor your family background are of any use. In terms of virtuousness, can you compare to Feixue by a hair? That's the last thing left.
One point, I hope you can pass on the family lineage to the Nie family soon, for so many years, you haven’t even laid an egg!”
Feng Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes in her heart. If it can lay eggs, it is a chicken...
Ye Wanrong looked at her for a moment.
"Kneel down here for me and reflect on it."
Ah? Feng Xiaoxiao couldn’t laugh or cry. What kind of unreasonable disaster is this?
Ye Wanrong left the small building of the ancestral hall and came face to face with Nie Zheng.
"Mom." Nie Zheng didn't know that Feng Xiaoxiao was kneeling inside, but he was just worried about his mother, "Are you okay? Why are you here?"
"It's okay." Ye Wanrong smiled and shook her head, "It's clean here. If you come here to think about something, you'll feel better."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng supported his mother, "He's leaving. Let's go to the front."
"I'm leaving soon." Ye Wanrong's eyes were dark and full of helplessness.
"Mom." Nie Zheng pityed his mother after all. "He just left. When he comes here, besides making you angry, what else can he do?"
Ye Wanrong shook her head.
"Zheng, you don't understand, you don't understand."
Nie Zheng hesitated to speak. Forget it, he said no more. He knew very well that no one could persuade his mother.
Back to the front, Nie Hongxin took his woman away. The atmosphere was much better than before, and the birthday party continued lively.
However, Nie Zheng felt strange, why hadn't he seen Xiaoxiao? Where had she gone?
During the banquet, Song Feixue accompanied Ye Wanrong with ease, as if Song Feixue was Ye Wanrong's daughter-in-law.
Ye Wanrong looked up, saw Nie Zheng, and waved to him.
"Azheng, come here."
"Yeah." Nie Zheng nodded and walked over. "Mom."
Ye Wanrong smiled and nodded, pulling Song Feixue, "Feixue is a good girl. She has been with Azheng all these years. We, Azheng, are at a loss because of Feixue...Azheng, you say..."
However, Nie Zheng was not listening at all. He looked around, looking for Feng Xiaoxiao.
When he heard Ye Wanrong calling him, he quickly asked: "Mom, have you seen Xiaoxiao?"
Suddenly, both Ye Wanrong and Song Feixue were startled. Song Feixue lowered her head and faded her smile.
Ye Wanrong stared, "How did I know?"
Some guests who didn’t know Feng Xiaoxiao’s name asked, “Who is Xiaoxiao?”
Nie Zheng frowned, "It's my wife."
"Ah, oh." The guest smiled coquettishly, "That's it, what a good name."
Ye Wanrong was unhappy, "Zheng, she's such an old person, can she still be lost? Are you asking me now?"
It's not that Nie Zheng didn't understand his mother's thoughts, but he couldn't go along with her on this matter.
Nie Zheng was full of helplessness, "Mom."
He suddenly remembered something - he found his mother in the ancestral hall just now, so maybe Xiaoxiao is also in the ancestral hall!
This doesn't happen anywhere, maybe that's the case.
"Mom!" Nie Zheng shouted, "You lock Xiaoxiao in..."
Noticing the occasion, Nie Zheng did not finish his words.
Ye Wanrong's expression changed, knowing that her son had guessed, "What's wrong? How did she do well as Mrs. Nie? I'm just teaching her a lesson, can't I?"
"..."
Nie Zheng sighed, helpless.
He didn't say anything, turned around and left.
Ye Wanrong paused and stamped her feet, "Zheng, where are you going?"
The situation was awkward for a while, but someone tried to persuade me.
"Mrs. Nie, don't be angry. My son, that's it. If you take a wife, it's your wife who comes first. This shows that they have a good relationship, which is also a good thing."
Ye Wanrong sneered, she didn't want such a good thing.
Song Feixue stood aside silently, and Ye Wanrong hurriedly patted her hand, "Good boy, don't be sad. Auntie is always on your side."
"Yeah." Song Feixue nodded and smiled.
Of course she didn't give up. How could she give up so easily?