Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The family dinner at the old house was very lively.

The stage is set up, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the martial arts show is lively and interesting. The martial arts students are all flexible and strong, and their costumes are wonderful.

Tables and chairs were set up in the courtyard.

The weather is fine, the sky is cloudless today, and it must be a glorious Mid-Autumn night.

"Sister, please do me a favor later." Jing Feiyan found her sister Jing Jiatong.

Jing Jiatong: "What are you helping me with?"

"Last time you were injured, it was Sister Yan who helped you; Madam also comforted you. Go back and toast Madam." Jing Feiyan said.

Jing Jiatong: "Okay."

Looking around again, "Why are there five tables set up?"

There are not so many people in their family.

In a prosperous family, the combined number of children and grandchildren in the two houses would be dozens or hundreds. Jing Jiatong has a classmate with a total of seventy-seven brothers, sisters, and cousins.

As for the Jing family, from the old lady on down, there are two families and three generations, there is no third generation, so the whole table is always together.

"...Should we eat them separately?" Jing Jiatong asked again.

Jing Feiyan smiled and said, "Because we have guests."

"Are there any guests at the family dinner?"

"They don't count as guests. I invited my little aunt back. My aunt, my uncle and my cousins, five of them. Your fiancé Wang Qin will also come," Jing Feiyan said.

Jing Jiatong: "..."

There are three aunts in Xifu. My aunt Jingdai married into the Wang family, and she was also the most favored by the old lady in the old house.

The Wang family has no elders, and after the separation, they live alone. It is reasonable for the younger aunt to go home for the family dinner.

As for Wang Qin, he was Jing Jiatong's fiancé and his aunt's nephew, so it was appropriate for him to come.

"Okay." Jing Jiatong said.

Jing Feiyan smiled and teased her: "Are you shy when you see Wang Qin?"

Jing Jiatong: "Do you still need to be shy? I can't."

Jing Feiyan: "..."

Jing Jiatong seemed to have no interest in Wang Qin and changed the subject, "With so many tables set up, besides my aunt, are there any other guests?"

"Miss Nie and her brother will come. They are celebrating the festival out of town and I have invited them." Jing Feiyan said.

"Did you invite me?" Jing Jiatong was surprised.

Jing Feiyan: "Sister, don't worry too much about small things. You also beat Miss Nie that day. You know, my father is a person who does big things, but he actually doesn't want to fall out with Governor Nie of Jincheng."

Then he said, "You and Miss Nie will have a glass of wine later and make this trivial matter a trivial matter, okay?"

Jing Jiatong was silent.

Jing Feiyan hugged her waist and said coquettishly: "Sister, if you don't help me, it will be difficult for me to do anything. You love me the most, sister."

Jing Jiatong looked at her and sighed: "You know a lot. I can't guess what dad wants."

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand. Sister, what I earn belongs to our family and will be shared equally with you when the time comes." Jing Feiyan said.

Jing Jiatong was silent.

Seeing her stunned, Jing Feiyan also felt what her second brother was feeling: although there were many brothers and sisters in the family, there were not many who could help.

She could only tell Jing Jiatong again and again: "You must be more flexible, okay? Give a toast to Madam and Sister Yan, and a toast to Miss Nie."

Jing Jiatong didn't answer her.

At this moment, the servant came in and announced that the governor and his wife had arrived.

Jing Feiyan immediately left her sister behind and went out to greet her without even dragging her sister with her.

At this time, night falls and the courtyard is brightly lit. The old house has an old-style vermilion door, a courtyard wall with polished bricks and seams, and an extremely high threshold.

Jing Feiyan was the first to greet him.

She crossed the high threshold and saw her father and his wife.

Abba is wearing a homely gown today. He is lean and tall, with thick hair, and looks majestic even in his old age.

The lady wears a light yellow cheongsam. She wore a gold hairpin on her head, and the tail of the hairpin was decorated with gold tassels. The golden light shone westward under the lamplight.

Against the light, the lady's aged appearance was well-maintained. She was born with a cool complexion, white and delicate, and she had maintained the same waist for decades, without gaining weight, and there was not much sagging on her face.

Adding heavy makeup made her more noble, beautiful and elegant.

Jing Feiyan suddenly felt a little sad, feeling sorry for her mother.

"My mother-in-law can't compare to the lady she was when she was young. She was born with a beautiful face, but no matter how much she takes care of her, she can't keep up with her." Jing Feiyan thought.

When she grew up and had a man she liked, she understood why her mother had always been angry.

If the person she likes has such a woman in his heart, she will go crazy with jealousy.

Jing Feiyan was thinking on one side and then answered with a smile on the other side: "Madam, Dad, you are so early."

The lady smiled and said: "This is the first time Feiyan has arranged a big dinner, how can she not support it?"

"Thank you, madam. You love me the most. You are the best lady in the world." Jing Feiyan said.

The governor laughed at the side: "If you were a son, you would be really awesome, you are so glib."

"But I am more useful than my son, isn't it my father?" Jing Feiyan said immediately.

Yan Xin and Sheng Yuanshan's car also stopped a step later, and they walked over.

I heard the warlord say, "You are indeed better than your brothers. Your second brother is as clever as you, so I won't always be angry with him."

"That won't work. If he were smarter than me, I would be jealous." Jing Feiyan smiled.

The lady and the Overseer both laughed.

Yan Xin and Sheng Yuanshan stood behind him, also smiling in agreement.

The second lady of Xifu, He Menglan, arrived at this time.

She got out of the car and saw a few people talking and laughing at the gate, and her face suddenly fell.

Jing Feiyan stepped forward, held her arm, and whispered to her: "Mom, you can't undermine me. The future of my second brother and I depends on your performance."

He Menglan held back a breath.

She stepped forward and called Mrs. Sheng: "Sister."

"Yeah." Mrs. Sheng responded, "How are you lately?"

He Menglan: "Very good. How are you, sister? I heard that you were sick before."

"It's much better now." Madam smiled.

Jing Feiyan looked at this "happy" scene and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, she went to see her mother and eldest lady Sheng.

The eldest lady, Sheng, had been mentally depressed for some time due to the disappearance of her son and the tragic death of her adopted daughter, and she looked a few years older.

Even so, she is still much younger than He Menglan, at least fifteen years younger.

He Menglan is too thin, has high cheekbones, and his wrinkles are becoming increasingly difficult to hide; but Sheng's charm is still there.

"If I were a man, my heart would also be biased." Jing Feiyan thought.

At the same time, she felt it was unfair, "My mother-in-law looks old because she had too many children. The eldest lady only gave birth to one, while my mother-in-law gave birth to six."

The Jing family was not very grateful to her mother for such a great kindness. Her father still regarded the eldest lady as more important.

A daughter may not agree with her mother when she is young, but as she gets older, she will gradually understand her mother.

Jing Feiyan felt aggrieved for her mother.

Who wouldn’t feel aggrieved if I changed it?

"Why did my mother insist on marrying my father in the first place? If she had married someone else, wouldn't her life be better based on the financial resources of my grandfather's family?" Jing Feiyan thought.

She thought quickly and followed the crowd inside.

Soon, her second brother picked up brother and sister Nie Jiao.

Jing Zhonglin glanced at Jing Feiyan.

Jing Feiyan nodded at him.

The brother and sister had a tacit understanding.