Yan Ruxue fell silent upon seeing this, standing aside and watching coldly. After the incident of her courtyard being disrupted, Yan Ruxue clearly no longer had the patience to feign politeness with Yan Jiaojiao.
Yan Jiaojiao slowly stroked her collar with one hand, holding the little black dog as she calmly and composedly stood beside the two: "As the eldest daughter of the Yan family, I do not need your concern when I go out for business. It is sufficient that I have returned on time to welcome Father."
Seeing her also adopting a welcoming posture at the entrance, Chen Wenyu's anger flared up again. Ignoring the pain in her waist, she yelled, "Who allowed you to be here? Get lost."
Yan Jiaojiao touched the spirit jade at her waist and glanced sideways at Yan Ruxue: "Second Madam, seeing your arrogant demeanor, it seems the promise I made to you back then can be rescinded?"
Yan Ruxue's lips moved a few times. With the desirable son-in-law present, she finally swallowed her anger and said, "Mother, she wants to wait for Father here; let her wait."
Since her precious daughter had spoken, Chen Wenyu could not say more. Angrily, she flicked her sleeve and turned her face away, not looking at Yan Jiaojiao.
Yan Jiaojiao, however, looked at Yan Ruxue with sympathy again. It was pitiable that she had made so many sacrifices for Sheng Mobai, only to find out that that scumbag Sheng Mobai was just toying with her.
Thinking about the possibility of Sheng Mobai truly coming to the door for a meeting at noon today, it would surely be another good show.
With their thoughts occupied, they stood at the entrance and waited for a while longer. Finally, a young servant ran over excitedly with news: "Madam, Young Ladies, Master is arriving!"
Ever since Yan Jiaojiao appeared, Chen Wenyu had worn a sour expression. Now, a hint of a smile finally appeared on her face, and she looked eagerly into the distance.
Yan Ruxue's expression also eased considerably, a look of anticipation in her beautiful eyes.
They were truly a family. Anyone could see that this mother and daughter had genuine affection for Yan Zhengfeng.
Recalling the various experiences of the original owner, Yan Jiaojiao looked at the man seated on the tall horse in the distance and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Yan Zhengfeng lived up to his name, with a proper appearance and a tall physique, exuding the aura of a respectable family head.
But Yan Jiaojiao inwardly looked down on him.
How could a responsible man build his own happiness on the suffering of others?
If he truly only loved Chen Wenyu and treated her children as his own, why would he have married Song Zhi as his principal wife?
In the end, it was all for the influence of Song Zhi's family background and the generous dowry she brought.
In the end, Song Zhi was completely exploited and met an unfortunate end, while they lived a happy family life.
How ironic!
Therefore, as Yan Zhengfeng dismounted and walked over, Yan Jiaojiao merely watched with cold eyes.
Chen Wenyu and Yan Ruxue practically flew over, surrounding Yan Zhengfeng and chattering incessantly. Yan Zhengfeng also rarely smiled and responded.
After they had talked for a while, they slowly walked towards the mansion. As they passed Yan Jiaojiao, Yan Zhengfeng's smile instantly vanished, his brows furrowed, and his gaze at her was very unkind: "I heard you gouged out your Sister Liu's inner core? You have quite a bit of nerve!"
What happened to the promise of putting aside grudges and seeking reconciliation?
Yan Jiaojiao looked at Yan Ruxue, who feigned innocence and spoke slowly, "Father, Liu'er and Yan Jiaojiao both know they were wrong. They both suffered a loss and no longer hold grudges about this matter."
"Hmph! There are rules of seniority, this is not a matter of whether they hold grudges or not," Yan Zhengfeng snorted coldly, then stared at Yan Jiaojiao, "Once I have rested, I will deal with you!"
With that, Yan Zhengfeng no longer looked at her, waved his sleeve, and walked inside.
He did not mention at all that Yan Ruoliu had attempted to harm her sister first, but simply stated "rules of seniority," indicating that in his heart, Yan Jiaojiao was already deemed guilty.
Chen Wenyu smiled triumphantly at Yan Jiaojiao and quickly followed.
Yan Ruxue lagged a step behind, walking to Yan Jiaojiao's side and saying innocently, "See, I already spoke to Father, but he has a short temper. However, we can still persuade him slowly according to the original plan, insisting that you two have already reconciled, and Father will definitely understand. You, don't worry."
The last sentence was spoken with a double meaning.
Yan Jiaojiao was not foolish. She had never believed Yan Ruxue's words from the beginning, nor had she expected Yan Zhengfeng to let her off. The current situation was entirely within her expectations.
But since Yan Ruxue liked to act, Yan Jiaojiao would play along. Yan Jiaojiao nodded slightly and replied with a double meaning, "Alright, a gentleman's word is his bond. As long as you keep your promise, I will also cooperate."
A fleeting look of ruthlessness flashed in Yan Ruxue's eyes. Then, without even smiling, she turned and followed Yan Zhengfeng and the others.
For a time, the Yan family was shrouded in an atmosphere of veiled hostility.
To celebrate Yan Zhengfeng's return home, the Yan family's noon banquet was prepared lavishly, with relatives and elders from the clan also invited.
It was during this bustling time that Sheng Mobai appeared at the entrance of the Yan family.
Since he had sent a visiting card in advance, Yan Zhengfeng was not surprised. Instead, because of the considerable amount of gifts Sheng Mobai brought, he gained much face in front of everyone.
Anyone would be overjoyed by the emergence of a future son-in-law from the Sheng family of Jiangnan.
Upon seeing Sheng Mobai, Yan Ruxue's cheeks flushed, her eyes became more luminous, and she exchanged glances with him from afar across the crowd, wishing she could rush to his side immediately.
Sheng Mobai, however, merely returned a slight smile before focusing on answering the inquiries from Yan Zhengfeng and the others.
After a series of questions from the clan relatives, they all affirmed Sheng Mobai's character.
At this point, an inquisitive great-aunt asked with a smile, "Young Master Sheng, you are marrying Miss Ruxue, aren't you?"
Although the great-aunt posed it as a question, her tone was one of certainty.
In their eyes, Yan Ruxue was the apple of the Yan family's eye, talented and beautiful, and skilled in cultivation. She was undoubtedly the one who would marry into the Sheng family.
Yan Zhengfeng's face stiffened upon hearing this question. Chen Wenyu instinctively glanced back at Yan Ruxue, who returned a resolute look.
Chen Wenyu had just relaxed and was about to speak when she heard Sheng Mobai say with a faint smile, "No, I am marrying the Eldest Miss, Yan Jiaojiao."
For a moment, everyone seemed to fall silent. The next second, the clamor resumed.
The clan relatives surrounding Sheng Mobai all wore peculiar expressions, not to mention Mr. and Mrs. Yan Zhengfeng and Chen Wenyu.
As for Yan Ruxue in the distance, her face had turned as pale as paper, as if she had been struck by lightning, her eyes filled with disbelief.
It was agreed!
Those promises made during their intimate moments, their whispered endearments, still echoed in her ears. The romantic scenes of them drinking and enjoying each other's company were still vivid. How could it change so suddenly?
Yan Ruxue used almost all her self-control to prevent herself from stepping forward in front of everyone to demand an explanation.