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"Alright, Mr. Jiang, I'll pick you up tomorrow. I have some things to attend to this afternoon, so I'll head back now." Yue Hui stood up.
After seeing Yue Hui off, Jiang Chen's grandmother suggested taking a walk by West Lake, and the whole family set off on foot towards it.
It wasn't until the sun began to set that Jiang Chen's grandmother led everyone to a private dining room at a restaurant by West Lake. Zhou Rongli's older brother, second brother, and third brother were already there, along with the elder Zhou Yiquan.
This time, the elderly matriarch took the initiative; she hoped to ease family tensions through tonight's gathering. As she entered the private room with Jiang Chen's family, Zhou Rongli's brothers merely glanced at them without greeting.
Zhou Rongli supported the elderly lady and was even less likely to initiate any greetings.
However, Zhou Baojia felt incredibly awkward. He had long harbored guilt for the rift between Zhou Rongli and her family, believing that since the matriarch was present, it was a perfect opportunity to mend their cold war.
"Ahem, you all arrived quite early," Zhou Baojia attempted to break the ice.
But no one acknowledged him.
"Dad, you weren't feeling well at noon; are you feeling better now?" Seeing no one respond, Zhou Baojia awkwardly turned to the elder.
Zhou Yiquan sat upright with his cane, casting a faint glance at Zhou Baojia.
"I'm perfectly fine," he finally replied without any warmth.
Hearing that the elder did not respond with harsh words this time relieved Zhou Baojia somewhat. After speaking, Zhou Yiquan looked towards Zhou Rongli.
The father-daughter relationship between Zhou Rongli and Zhou Yiquan had reached a freezing point. Noticing her father's gaze, Zhou Rongli remained indifferent and did not say a word.
"Rongli~~" the matriarch called softly, signaling her.
Zhou Rongli frowned slightly; although she resisted internally, she eventually called out, "Dad!"
"Hmph!" Zhou Yiquan let out a light snort, seemingly displeased with Zhou Rongli's attitude. However, his reaction was better than it had been three years ago.
"Old man, Rongli called you; didn't you hear? Is this how a father behaves? Are you planning to not speak to her for life?" the matriarch said sternly.
"I'm not deaf; of course I heard," Zhou Yiquan replied coolly.
"Rongli, don’t take it personally; your dad is just stubborn and prideful. He still acts like he’s in charge even though he’s been retired for years," the matriarch chuckled.
Zhou Rongli smiled but said nothing.
Jiang Chen watched from the side, taking in the intricacies of human relationships. However, dealing with family matters was quite troublesome. Naturally, Jiang Chen centered his thoughts around the wishes of his Godparents, so he did not intend to intervene. Whether his godmother chose war or peace, he would support her decision.
“Mediocre, Ping Ming, Ping Nan, as your elder brother, don’t you have any dignity at all?” the old lady said with a serious tone for the first time.
“Mediocre, you are the eldest and now the head of the family. Moreover, this position was given to you by Rongli. Don’t you think you should thank your sister more?” Seeing her three sons remain silent, the old lady turned her gaze to her eldest son, Zhou Pingyong.
Zhou Pingyong's expression was dark and his eyes were filled with complexity.
Three years ago, during the old lady's birthday celebration, Zhou Rongli returned for the first time. Zhou Pingyong had spoken coldly to his sister, and the old lady had actually demanded that he kneel and apologize to her. Fortunately, their father intervened to protect his eldest son, preventing Zhou Pingyong from embarrassing himself.
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