Mr. Zhuang said that it wasn’t unjustified to say Zhuang Jiaoyang frequently returned ho. Since her marriage over a decade ago, she had spent half of each month living with the Zhuang Family.
Every ti she ca, her husband Hu Yuandong would accompany her, leading many to believe that Hu Yuandong had married into the Zhuang Family.
Over ti, the Hu Family found it a bit embarrassing, yet they didn’t dare directly confront Zhuang Jiaoyang, fearing to anger this young lady.
The old Mr. Hu, being a good friend of Mr. Zhuang, had subtly ntioned it before, but unfortunately, Mrs. Zhuang missed her daughter so much that although he raised the issue several tis, nothing ca of it.
Additionally, since Zhuang Jiaoyang didn’t get along well with her mother-in-law, he let her return.
But now, it seems this daughter is just soone who thrives on chaos; she’s already stirred trouble in her husband’s family, and now she’s causing a stir in her maiden ho.
He felt that she dared not give face to the Hu family’s old lady because she had the Zhuang Family backing her up.
Now, he no longer wanted to shield her.
Zhuang Jiaoyang looked at him in disbelief, "Dad, what do you an by this, are you going to drive away?"
"Once you’re married, you follow your husband. What does it an running back to your maiden ho every day!" Mr. Zhuang said unhappily, glancing at Hu Yuandong, "You have a proper job, yet you’re just busy accompanying your wife every day?"
Hu Yuandong didn’t expect the focus to shift to him suddenly, so he laughed awkwardly, not daring to speak.
Mr. Zhuang gave Zhuang Chujiao a look, his expression extrely stern, "You are ignorant of filial duty."
Zhuang Chujiao trembled all over, lowered her head, not daring to make a sound.
Liang Rong’s face turned pale, not daring to utter a word in defense.
"Go and get on with your lives, your mom and I are getting old and want to enjoy a few quiet days, don’t bother us if there’s nothing important." Mr. Zhuang remarked indifferently, "Of course, your mom is right in saying that as long as we are alive, the Zhuang Family’s matters are decided by ."
Zhuang Jiaoyang stomped her foot, went upstairs to grab her bag, and left directly, with Hu Yuandong following closely behind.
Mr. Zhuang returned to his study while Mrs. Zhuang was helped back to her room by Ruan Xinyu.
As for Zhuang Chujiao, she was taken back to her room by Liang Rong for a scolding.
In the end, only the two brothers Zhuang Zeyang and Zhuang Shaoyang were left in the living room.
Zhuang Shaoyang, recalling the way Zhuang Chujiao and Mu Yan were like fire and water, felt a headache coming on.
He asked Zhuang Zeyang, "Big brother, do you think Jiaojiao and Nuannuan can get along?"
"Do you care?" Zhuang Zeyang said expressionlessly.
"Of course, I care."
"I think it’s only fair that Nuannuan doesn’t acknowledge you." Zhuang Zeyang said in a light voice.
Zhuang Shaoyang’s expression turned a bit sour, "Big brother, what do you an by that?"
"Have you ever considered her as your daughter?" Zhuang Zeyang looked at him coldly.
"Of course, I have." Zhuang Shaoyang retorted, sticking his neck out.
Zhuang Zeyang knew he couldn’t get through to him and didn’t want to continue, so he walked past him and headed outside.
Zhuang Shaoyang watched his back, clenching his fists. Nuannuan was his daughter; how could he not care for her.
But Jiaojiao was also his daughter, just like the palm and back of his hand were both precious; he hoped the sisters would get along harmoniously.
anwhile, Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng received a call from Zhuang Yi shortly after leaving the Jiang Family.
He asked her to co back, but Mu Yan refused.
"I’ll co over once Jingheng’s parents arrive in Beijing."
Zhuang Yi understood that her mind was made up and didn’t insist further.
Mu Yan hung up the phone, feeling a bit vexed.
"Not happy?" the man beside her asked, noticing her knitted brows.
Mu Yan shook her head, "No, Zhuang Yi just called to say that grandpa scolded aunt and Zhuang Shaoyang’s family, venting my anger."
"Then you should be very happy." Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.
Mu Yan pressed her lips, looked at him, and asked, "Am I being really bad?"
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