Marriage is not out of date: the president's wife is polite

"Nothing!"

The two hesitated for less than ten seconds, then answered in unison, and stared at each other after speaking.

"..."

Looking at the situation, you can't let yourself know what happened. Song Bingjue didn't intend to break the casserole and ask the end. He said lightly:
"It seems that you don't want me to know. I don't want to interfere too much with the affairs between you, but it's too disrespectful for you two to wrestle and argue on someone else's territory."

"If he knew a little bit about shame, I wouldn't argue with him here!"

With a cold snort, Cheng Wushuang looked at him contemptuously. He originally wanted to ignore it as if he had been bitten by a dog. After all, what happened that day after drinking too much alcohol was really absurd. He came here today just to give Jiang Sheng One step down, to avoid embarrassment in the future, but I didn't expect...

"You two are arguing like playing house. It's better to stop arguing. I think you haven't eaten all the time. Let's have some food first."

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Mu Wan'an tried to smooth things over. It would be bad for both of them to continue arguing like this without end. She greeted her cousin who had been standing at the door:
"The two of us removed the dishes together, and then made new ones."

Just as he was about to say that he was not hungry, there was a sound in his stomach in the next second. Cheng Wushuang's face turned red, but he still insisted on himself:
"Who wants to eat..."

He was busy arguing with himself all afternoon this afternoon. Although Jiang Sheng was angry, he still remembered that he had a little problem with his stomach, so he took a step back:
"No matter what I did wrong, I apologize first. Brother Song and sister-in-law are here to eat, and we can't let them starve because of our affairs. Cheng Wushuang, what do you think?"

After humming twice, he agreed, and since Jiang Sheng took the initiative to give in, Cheng Wushuang went down the same steps, and he followed Mu Wan'an to the kitchen, holding a few plates in his hand, shouting to make up for his mistakes.

Seeing him go, Song Bingjue really looked at Jiang Sheng, his tone was rarely serious:

"It seems that you really offended him."

"He..."

When mentioning Cheng Wushuang, Jiang Sheng had thousands of words, but in the end he still didn't say it. It's not that there are things in this circle where men play as women, but they are all "playing". He Jiang Sheng used to disdain this kind of thing the most, but in the end he He deliberately did the things he despises the most.

"You... it's better to think clearly about some things."

Seeing the astonishing pain and struggle in his friend's eyes, Song Bingjue, who originally wanted to take this opportunity to ask everything clearly, suddenly fell silent. He knew Jiang Sheng's character, so he could only give advice from the side:

"After all, he is the Cheng family. Your family's business has a lot to do with the Cheng family. If you offend him, you offend the entire Cheng family. You should be clear."

"I see."

Now he holds the core export business of the Jiang family. He knows how deep the connection between the Jiang family and the Cheng family is, otherwise he would not have made a marriage contract between him and Cheng Wuyang.

"Since you know, I won't say anything."

With a slight smile, Song Bingjue knocked on the table, and he turned to mention other things:

"There's something new going on in Europe, you should know about it, right?"

"It's just a small fight of some small gangs, don't take it to heart."

Regarding the recent group conflict, Jiang Sheng didn't take it very seriously. He was thinking about other things in his mind:

"However, according to my people, the Supreme Emperor of your family probably has a new idea. He sent someone to send a message to my father recently."

"If he wants to make a fuss, let him go."

He has always turned a blind eye to the old man's actions, "The older you are, the more you don't accept your old age. There are some things I don't want to reveal."

"However, things in Europe are not as simple as you think."

Thinking of the few people in Europe who are about to move around recently, Song Bingjue raised a sneer on his lips:
"It seems that 'Dragon Palace' has been acting too mildly recently, which made them have other thoughts."

When the two of them were discussing, Cheng Wushuang, who followed Mu Wan'an into the kitchen, was worried. He sighed, and Mu Wan'an couldn't bear to see it. She helped wash the dishes and asked:
"What happened? Your face looks like you have eaten bitter melon. You were not like this before."

For Mu Wan'an, Cheng Wushuang had a kind of intimacy in his bones. He really felt that she was his cousin, and he didn't intend to hide it from her:
"Jiang Sheng is actually planning to break off the engagement with my sister!"

"Is it because of that woman?"

Hearing this news, Mu Wan'an also felt a bit unacceptable. When she was a student who didn't understand anything, she might still believe such a story about "Cinderella" and the prince. Now when she really gets close to this After class, the mood is a bit complicated:

"She obviously came here for money. There are countless people in Jiang Sheng, so it's impossible that she can't even see this, right?"

Hearing what she said, Cheng Wushuang felt a little bitter. He couldn't tell her that Jiang Sheng didn't want to marry his sister because of him, right?Can only vaguely say:
"She's just a cover. He just wants to use this name to break off the engagement with my sister."

Seeing the thoughtful expression on her face, Cheng Wushuang was afraid that she would find out, so he actively changed the subject and said:

"But seriously, I really think you make me feel a lot like my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the "cousin" he was talking about was the "Cheng Wuxia" she pretended to be that day. She couldn't help but laugh a little bit, and waved her hands again and again:
"What are you kidding? You can't just say that just because I named her."

"Oh... my cousin is also a hard-fought girl."

Thinking of his cousin, whom he had never met, Cheng Wushuang was a little distracted, and he talked about the things in their family:

"My aunt is the most beloved child of my father's generation. When she was young, she fell in love with a gangster. She ignored the opposition of the whole family and eloped with him... Listening to my mother, the one who heard the news Grandpa was directly sent to the hospital in anger, and later ordered that no one is allowed to help her, and she must let her know that people are sinister."

"and after?"

Although he felt that his aunt was a little risky, but this kind of brave pursuit of love is worthy of admiration, Mu Wanan asked:

"Did she come back later?"

"No."

Thinking of the photos of her aunt when she was young at home, Cheng Wushuang couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"Although that gangster has no money, he still treats my aunt wholeheartedly. My aunt lives in poverty, but she is still willing to follow him."

The two of them had a happy time, the man gradually broke away from the gang, went out to do odd jobs every day, and handed over all the money he got... She soon became pregnant with a child, and everything seemed to be moving towards Bright future ahead.

Wanting to give her and her unborn child a materially affluent life, the man chose to take the risk and made an agreement with the gang that this would be the last time he would do things for them.

Mishaps often happen at this time.

He died in this gun fight. This accident was not so much a conflict between gangs as it was the fruit of the struggle for power within the gang. He was just an abandoned child.

When she heard the news, she was about to give birth, and the enemy would come to the door at any time. She couldn't bear such a blow, and passed away due to hemorrhage after giving birth.

"When the people sent by the family arrived, my aunt was already dead. It was a female neighbor who gave birth to her. She said that the baby was a girl, but someone snatched her away."

Having said that, Cheng Wushuang sighed, feeling melancholy:
"Because of this, my grandfather became depressed and became ill. He regretted it for the rest of his life. At that time, he didn't agree to bring his aunt back earlier. My cousin was also missing. Grandpa named her Cheng Wuxia Not long after my aunt passed away, my sister was born, and my grandfather gave her all his love, which was somewhat empathetic."

"...Your cousin, maybe life is pretty good now. Don't worry too much."

This is a sad story, and Mu Wan'an's mood also became depressed. She comforted him and said:
"Compared to spending this life mediocrely, I think your aunt would prefer to be with the one she loves."

The girl who was silently preparing the dishes on the side also nodded, "I just didn't want to follow the path set by my family, so I opened such a private restaurant."

Looking at the girl who has been working silently, Mu Wan'an has curiosity in her eyes, "Are you going to take this place as your main business in the future?"

"Yeah... My parents have been talking about it since I was in high school, saying that they want to find me a suitable person. Does the meaning of a woman's life lie in marriage? I don't want to do that!"

Regarding the parents' arrangement, the girl's face was obviously dissatisfied, "So I asked my cousin to help me set up a plate here. I cook some private dishes here, and the money I earn is enough for my expenses. This kind of life is pretty good." OK."

"you are right."

Her phrase "Does the meaning of a woman's life lie in marriage?" deeply moved Mu Wan'an. When she was with Xu Shuo in the past, she carefully managed marriage as a career that she relied on for survival. It is so hard to let go after losing:
"It's really irrational to devote all of your energy to a man."

As soon as the words fell, she saw Cheng Wushuang winking at her desperately. She didn't know why, and asked stupidly:
"What's the matter? Am I wrong?"

"..."

Looking at the man standing at the door of the kitchen, Cheng Wushuang silently lowered his head. Although he really wanted to remind her, under Song Bingjue's eyes, he should stop being a monster...

"Well... I'm going to pick some vegetables in the yard..."

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the girl put down the kitchen knife, turned around and left the kitchen, and Cheng Wushuang hurriedly followed.