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After sleeping for two hours, Xiang Wan was awakened by a knock on the door.

The servant Xiaoyun came to call, and the wife asked her to go down to eat.

Xiang Wan replied, and quickly packed up.

At the dining table, Gu's parents, Gu's mother and Shu Han had already sat down on the dining table, but Gu Cheng'an was nowhere to be seen.

The three of them sometimes whispered and sometimes laughed at the dinner table, as if they were a close family.

Mother Gu, who was sitting on the dining table and chair, saw Xiang Wan going downstairs, glanced at her indifferently, and then mocked in a cold tone: "It really is a shabby household, and I don't understand any rules."

"How dare you go upstairs to sleep when you know there are guests there!" Gu's mother was still bitter about Xiang Wan's refusal to pour tea just now.

"Sorry, Mom!"

"I was really tired just now, so I went up to rest for a while."

"Because the fetus is not stable yet, Chengan doesn't allow me to move around. I will definitely pour tea for you and Ms. Shu next time."

With a soft tone, Xiang Wan explained lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Lan Zhenyue seemed to be even angrier, and she blinked her eyes: "Why, what do you mean? Are you accusing me of not letting you pour a cup of tea?"

Her tone was harsh, and her originally soft face became gloomy.

"Mom, I didn't mean that!"

"Then what do you mean?" Lan Zhenyue's tone was flat, and she raised her eyes to pass her, sharp as an arrow.

Xiang Wan just shut up!She knows how wrong she is.

"Okay, Zhenyue, how can you let a pregnant woman pour you tea!" Father Gu, who had always been transparent, couldn't stand it anymore.

"There are servants at home doing these jobs, don't make Ms. Shu laugh!" Although he didn't agree with the old man's approach at the beginning, in order to repay his kindness, he treated Gu Chengan's marriage as a deal.

But now, Xiang Wan has been in the house for more than three years, has not made a big mistake, and has conceived children and grandchildren for the Gu family.

Although, when they got married, Xiaorou died unexpectedly, but it can't be all her fault. The bad horoscope is also pure superstition.

"Why, even you helped her accuse me?" Lan Zhenyue looked at Gu's father in disbelief.

"I...hey..." Father Gu sighed quietly.

"Auntie, don't be angry, I don't believe uncle meant that."

Shu Han had been watching secretly just now, thinking that Lan Zhenyue would give Xiang Wan a serious lesson.

But he didn't expect Father Gu, who had always listened to Lan Zhenyue, to speak for Xiang Wan.

If she didn't make any noise at this time, it would appear that she was in the mood of watching the excitement.

As if she had found a confidant, Lan Zhenyue held on to Shu Han's hand, "Han Han, it would be great if our Gu family could marry you!"

"If it wasn't for someone's hindrance to let this broom star in, maybe I, Xiao Rou, would still be alive."

Speaking of emotion, Lan Zhenyue couldn't help but get red eyes.

Xiang Wan couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists, his eyes were cold, his fair and delicate face was covered with a faint sullen look, but the anger in his heart was like a flame, burning himself to the point of pain.

On the third day of her and Gu Chengan's marriage that year, for some unknown reason, Gu Xiaorou chose to jump from the [-]th floor.

Lan Zhenyue, who did not agree with Xiang Wan's marriage at first, seemed to be in a daze afterwards, thinking that it was Xiang Wan's horoscope that killed Gu Xiaorou.

Originally, Xiang Wan could laugh off these nonsense things, but the more she backed down, the more serious Lan Zhenyue became.

Shu Han touched her cold gaze, and did not back down at all. She picked up the water glass and took a sip,

Instead, she fanned the flames even more: "Auntie, it's all my fault for not persevering. If I hadn't let go, such a thing would not have happened to Xiaorou."

Shu Han had a look of guilt.

"Xiaorou likes you the most. In the past, she often pestered you and asked you to go shopping with her."

"The day before she died, she said to go to you, but she didn't expect that she would be so upset the next day."

The moment Lan Zhenyue spoke, Shu Han was taking a sip from the glass of water. When talking about Gu Xiaorou, it was obvious that her hands trembled slightly.

There was also a trace of panic in the bottom of the eyes.

Then she gave a dry laugh and said softly, "Auntie, don't be too sad. I miss Xiaorou very much, but people cannot be resurrected after death."

While they were talking, there was a sudden commotion in the living room.

"Ma'am, the young master is back." The servant responded in the living room.

As soon as the words fell, Gu Chengan walked in with long legs.

"Chengan, is the matter settled?" Lan Zhenyue consciously changed the subject.

"Well, it's settled." Gu Chengan replied lightly, when he saw Shu Han still sitting on the dining table, his eyes were slightly surprised, he thought Shu Han had gone back long ago.

"Cheng An, you don't mind if I eat here!" Shu Han asked playfully, with a sweet smile on his lips.

"How about that?" With a calm face, Gu Chengan gently unbuttoned his shirt on his wrist and prepared to sit down.

"Cheng An, sit here." Lan Zhenyue raised her chin slightly, signaling him to sit next to Shu Han.

Xiang Wan remained indifferent and did not say a word.

Hearing Lan Zhenyue's words, she looked up at Gu Chengan who was standing there. She was also curious, how would he choose?

The moment she looked at Gu Chengan, the eyes of the two collided in the air, she couldn't help but her heart tightened, and she turned her head away pretending not to care.

"Mom, I can just sit here." He walked to Xiang Wan, pulled out the table and chairs, and sat down.

Shu Han smiled awkwardly.

Seeing that Gu Chengan came back, the servants began to serve the dishes, and the servants brought them up one by one in an orderly manner and placed them on the long and spacious table.

Xiang Wan was already hungry, but seeing the food served, he lost his appetite.

Fried chicken, braised pork, boiled fish, and braised prawns are all very greasy and heavy, with a pungent smell of chili and pepper.

Her sense of taste was already sensitive during pregnancy, but when she was sitting at the dining table, the smell of the greasy smoke was magnified several times.

A burst of nausea hit her, she held her breath, covered her mouth and nose with her hands and hurriedly stood up, before she could reach the bathroom, she had already retched.

Ignoring the murderous eyes behind him, Xiang Wan quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door, knelt in front of the toilet, and felt better until all the acidic water came out.

Tonight's meal, Xiang Wan knew that this was Lan Zhenyue's blow to her, telling her not to wishful thinking, thinking that she was pregnant, she would accept her.

Walking to the sink, she turned on the tap, scooped up water with her hand and washed her face.

A refreshing coolness hit, Xiang Wan looked up at himself in the mirror.

Her hair was messy, her eyes were dull, and her face was pale. How could she live in such a way that even she hated herself.

With her like this, how can she compare with Shu Han?

Just as she was thinking wildly, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

A deep voice came: "How are you, are you okay?"