What do you mean she is still his wife now
Isn't it going to be the case soon
Jiang Beiyuan took a deep look at her. No matter how serious his words were, he kept them in his heart, then turned around and left.
…
He Huaiguang sighed heavily, walked up to Yan Nian, and reached out to poke the butterfly bone in her back.
"are you OK?"
Yan Nian snorted and threw a large bunch of black seed grass to him.
"Go and arrange flowers, do it diagonally and do it right!"
"… oh."
He Huaiguang hugged Black Seed Grass and walked away pitifully.
Yan Nian squatted on the ground, lowered his eyes to look at the silver bell that had bloomed with small white flowers, frowned, and sniffed.
When she is in a bad mood, she doesn't like people coming near her.
I also don’t like to infect the mood of mourning to those around me.
But to be honest, she really endured it for a long, long time just now...
She ran back to the flower shop, and when she saw Jiangbeiyuan's mother for the first time, her eyes flashed.
She is a graceful and luxurious woman.
Wearing a bright red cheongsam, she has a hot figure, her hair is combed meticulously, her face is well maintained, and the wrinkles are not obvious. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is unparalleled. Her eyebrows are sharp and her aura is very strong.
Yan Nian felt that Jiang Beiyuan actually looked somewhat similar to his mother.
Those eyes are peach blossoms, restrained and outward, glowing with a profound and unpredictable light. One look at them can make people feel scared.
"Hello, aunt."
She had a respectful attitude and kept her posture very well-behaved.
The woman sitting on the sofa twitched her lips and raised her hand, "Sit down."
Forehead…
This is obviously her flower shop, but the other party is taking the spotlight.
Yan Nian sat down opposite the woman. He winked at He Huaiguang and motioned for him to make tea.
He Huaiguang nodded and went to the back room to make tea.
Yan Nian licked the corners of her mouth and rubbed her hands together. After all, this was her mother-in-law. It was the first time they met her, so she was a little reserved.
"Auntie, you came without notifying us in advance. Neither Jiang Beiyuan nor I were prepared."
"No need to prepare."
The woman speaks every word.
"I just came to see what Mrs. Jiang looks like."
As he spoke, his eyes captured Yan Nian's face. From this woman's eyes, Yan Nian could see a bit of contempt and disdain.
It's like people from the upper class look at the people at the bottom with such disdain.
"Yes, Mrs. Jiang is very young, with a pretty face. No wonder Beiyuan likes you so much."
"Auntie, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Yan Nian doesn't like beating around the bush. Being imaginary and conciliatory is too pretentious for her.
The woman laughed, and her smile became more sarcastic, "You are sensible. However, if you are really sensible, you should know that you are not worthy of my son, and he deserves better."
Say nothing and wait for the other person's next words.
"He bought this store for you, right? He's also taking care of your flower shop business, right?"
The woman looked around. The store was spacious and bright, and the environment was clean. Her eyes were full of sneers, and her eyes fell on Yan Nian again.
"Obviously, whether it's family background or wealth, you and Beiyuan are not on the same level at all."
"I don't know if Miss Yan can understand this."
"His identity is far more noble than you imagine."
"Auntie, are you finished?"
Yan Nian smiled harmlessly.
Usually, when she smiles most harmlessly, she is at her most cunning.
The woman looked at Yan Nian, her gaze still sharp and direct.
Yan Nian looked at him openly, this time he was not restrained.
"I call you aunt, which means I respect you three points, but that's all I can do at most. It's your business if you don't like me. It was your son who made the final decision about our marriage. He wants us to divorce. Go find your son!"
After speaking, he looked at He Huaiguang.
He glanced at He Huaiguang.
"Dude, see you off!"
He Huaiguang nodded and walked over from a short distance away, his hand holding tea having nowhere to rest.
Women don't need to send He Huaiguang away, they can take care of themselves.
Standing high, like a white lotus emerging from the mud but unstained on the top of a snow-capped mountain, it is so noble that no one can reach it.
"I don't know where Miss Yan got her confidence. She spent my Jiang family's money and said such shameless words."
"As far as I know, your flower shop's profits were bleak. If Beiyuan hadn't helped, Miss Yan might still be hanging around now."
"This is the gap between people. Some people are born to stand at the top of the pyramid. People like you will never be able to catch up after working hard for a lifetime."
(End of chapter)