I rolled my eyes at him. "What's it to you if I call him that? Don't forget who you are!"
Lu Shiyan felt a pang of discontent. Before he could speak, I lowered my voice, a voice only we could hear: "Don't forget, all of this is your fault."
Even if he was unhappy or regretful, we were destined to be apart.
Lu Shiyan hesitated, perhaps thinking of what he had done to me in the past. His eyes darkened.
I whispered, "Don't look at me like that. Do you want me to die again?"
The word "death" awakened his conscience.
He didn't dare linger around me and left, his glass in hand. His back looked rather pitiful.
But he had brought this upon himself.
Lu Yanchen watched him leave, his gaze falling on me.
Beside him, I could be carefree and childlike.
I lifted the hem of my skirt and spun around in front of him. "Does it look good?"
"Not just good-looking, it's beautiful, my Taiwanese." Lu Yanchen's lips curled slightly. To others, our interactions would simply be those of a close-knit couple.
Even if my personality is different from the old Jiang Wanwan, it can be explained by the pampering my husband has given me since I got married.
I was about to speak when I spotted Rong Huaixu in the crowd, dressed in a white suit.
It was obvious that with Jiang Qing making such a big splash today, he would definitely have invited him.
Rong Huaixu stood quietly in the corner, looking somewhat forlorn.
I don't know how he managed to survive these twenty years alone!
Those unfaithful men welcome a new bride as soon as their wives die, but Uncle Rong never even had his mother, relying solely on the meager memories she left him for twenty years.
He rose from an ordinary young man to his current position. If my mother had married him, and the Xu family had invested even a little in him,
I'm afraid they wouldn't know how much happier they would be now! How many years of detours they would have avoided.
However, that short-sighted old man hadn't considered any of this, causing Mom to lose her beloved and suffer a lifetime of pain. They even depended on Jiang Qing for survival.
The Xu family was here today, too, all pretentious and dressed to the nines.
To me, they're no different from those termites!
Maintaining their so-called respectability by sucking Mom's blood is disgusting!
Jiang Qing put his arm around Mom's waist and introduced her to him. He even deliberately brought her to Rong Huaixu.
Mom's face was filled with reluctance, but she couldn't slap Jiang Qing in the face in this situation.
She couldn't say anything to Rong Huaixu, even her eyes were deliberately suppressed, which made me feel heartbroken.
It was like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, with Jiang Qing as the Queen Mother, forcibly separating them.
He and Mom were the protagonists today, and with their marriage to the Lu family, they were surrounded by a lot of activity.
I wasn't too enthusiastic. After all, it takes time to transition from depression to normalcy.
I stood in the corner as Rong Huaixu slowly approached me. "Uncle Rong, I'm sorry," I apologized guiltily. "Mom didn't want to do that either."
"I understand."
He smiled helplessly. "Has Lan'er been feeling unwell these past few days? She doesn't want to talk to me much, and it's inconvenient for a grown man like me to come see her, so I can only worry."
"I understand. Mom is an older mother, and the pregnancy reactions are quite severe. She vomited a lot the past two days, but it's a little better today, just a little sleepy. She'll be much better in another month."
Rong Huaixu breathed a sigh of relief. "I see her face has gotten a little thinner."
"Yes, she vomited after eating a few days ago. It's painful for her, but it shows that the baby in her belly is very resilient. I specially asked the Lu family's family doctor to come and see Mom. She's fine, don't worry. She can have a NT scan in two weeks."
"Wanwan, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Tell me, Uncle Rong."
"I don't get to see her regularly. Can you tell me the time for her prenatal checkups? I won't be around her. Just a glimpse from afar is enough to know she's doing well."
Oh my God!
Uncle Rong is such a wonderful man! He really loves Mom, doesn't he?
Just hearing that made my eyes well up.
"Uncle, I'll add you on WeChat. If you need anything, you can ask me."
Rong Huaixu's dark eyes lit up. "Really?"
He was clearly a middle-aged man in his late 40s, but his sparkling eyes made me travel back in time and see the boy with a sincere heart from my student days.
"Yes, sure." I nodded, taking out my phone and adding Uncle Rong.
"Wanwan, I'm so happy to see you like this. I thought this marriage would be hardship for you, but you're like a new life. Your illness is gone, and your mother's worries are mostly gone."
I had to offer my defense. "The day I cut my wrists, I was on the verge of death, and I figured out a lot of things. Later, Yanchen treated me so well, giving me love I'd never known before, so I felt like life was getting easier. "That's good..." Uncle Rong and I were chatting when a melodious tune began to play.
It was the "Spring Willow" band, specially invited by Jiang Qing. Their concert was sold out.
But I didn't expect the violinist to be Jiang Zhi.
Yes, she wasn't particularly good at painting to begin with. After all, she was Jiang Qing's bloodline, and Jiang Qing had spent a fortune on her since she was a child.
Her most impressive skill was the violin.
The moment she appeared, I could clearly sense Jiang Qing's displeasure, his brow furrowed.
He chose to bring my mother and me today, just... It meant he wouldn't be as confused about right and wrong as he had been in the past.
Xuecheng was a new battlefield he was about to conquer, and he was anxious to make a good impression in front of others.
Jiang Zhi was, after all, an illegitimate daughter, unfit for an occasion like today!
But Jiang Zhi had already appeared, and he couldn't just kick her out now, so he had to keep a cold face.
My mother was in a bad mood. She hated both mother and daughter and was about to leave.
Jiang Qing put his arm around her waist and pleaded softly, "Honey, I really didn't know she was coming. Don't be angry. I'll let her go after she finishes."
Jiang Zhi was the first violinist in the orchestra. Her expensive gown and elaborate makeup naturally captured everyone's attention.
Some people, knowing her background, applauded after she finished.
"Miss Jiang, you played beautifully!"
Jiang Qing smiled, "This isn't suitable for such a refined venue. You're making a fool of yourself. What are you doing? Go back now." "
Jiang Zhi's pig brain couldn't think much. Jiang Qing must have been staying at our house lately, and the major changes in the company's shares must have made Lin Hui anxious.
She was smart not to show up here, so she used Jiang Zhi to stir up trouble.
Jiang Qing could be ruthless to her, but he couldn't break away from family ties.
Jiang Zhi ran towards Jiang Qing, holding up her skirt, and said in a coquettish tone, "Dad, you don't care about me at all. You only have my sister in your heart. It seems my sister must play the violin better than me!" "Tsk, she's coming for me."
The real Jiang Wanwan also studied violin, but she forced her to drop out.
She lost face in painting, and now she's using her greatest strength against me.
But to me, her so-called violin prowess is all technique, devoid of emotion.
Any student who's played for more than five years can reach this level.
There are so many people studying art, but why are there so few who become artists?
That's the difference between genius and ordinary people.
Her showing off her skills in front of me is like showing off her sword in front of Guan Gong.
Jiang Zhi looked at me provocatively, "Sister, how about you play a piece too?"
It seems she wants to slap me in the face, but I don't know who will be hurt in the end.