Chapter 142: Stop Provoking Others

Nan Jiaojiao had a piece of sweet and sour fish, a lion’s head meatball, several fish balls, and a chopstick’s worth of shredded beef in her bowl.

It was Ye Congwen who, fearing she wouldn’t be able to get any, specially scooped them into his own bowl at the beginning of the meal and then portioned them into her bowl.

That was about all the family affection she could feel from the Ye Family.

So her attitude was fairly good, and she nodded, “Yes.”

Just one word, but her temperament was too reserved.

Ye Congjie pursed her lips, and Chen Nian, feeling snubbed, huffed, “I saw the wedding invitation sent by the Shen Family.

Young Master Shen put thought into it, and Auntie added it to your dowry without even asking what wedding gift you wanted.”

With a snap,

Lin Shuyun’s chopsticks slipped from her grip.

Chen Nian narrowed her eyes, “Sister-in-law, you haven’t prepared Jiaojiao’s dowry yet, have you?”

“How, how could that be?

I only have two daughters, and I love them both; how could I possibly not cherish her?

It’s just that it’s my first time marrying off a daughter, and I have no experience; the dowry has been increasing, but it’s not finalized yet, so I haven’t mentioned it to everyone.”

She was adding to it, but it was for Ye Shiqing, almost giving away half of her fortune.

What was Shen Shichu doing?

He had agreed to quickly break things off with Nan Jiaojiao, appease the Ye family members, and marry Ye Shiqing openly and with dignity.

Yet there had been no movement until now.

Chen Nian chuckled dryly, “Really?

If you’re undecided, mom and I can help you out a bit.”

Lin Shuyun uttered a noncommittal grunt.

Ye Shiqing scoffed disdainfully and muttered under her breath, “Marrying isn’t about rushing!”

Ye Xinyu looked up meaningfully.

Just then, Steward Wu ran in, joyfully announcing, “Old Madam, Young Master Shen has arrived.”

Before he could finish, Shen Shichu walked in, greeted Su Rong and the old master one by one, and then went straight to sit in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

He glanced at her bowl, and then noticing there were no hot dishes left at the end, he frowned.

“Why eat so little, your stomach will hurt later.”

Seeing this, Su Rong signaled Steward Wu with her eyes.

Soon, several hot dishes were placed in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

Shen Shichu picked up Nan Jiaojiao’s chopsticks, “What would you like to eat?

I’ll get it for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him coolly.

A fiance who she barely saw, always this affectionate when together, yet with so little private contact, where did his feelings come from?

She used to be naive, thinking that Shen Shichu truly loved her.

But she had forgotten that some people are natural-born actors.

“Brother Shichu, what’s the matter?”

From the moment Shen Shichu entered, Ye Shiqing had stood up, her face flushed, even asking her father to make way, but it turned out he wasn’t here for her.

Lin Shuyun also looked displeased, warning him, “Young Master Shen, have you forgotten what we discussed?”

Shen Shichu’s expression remained unchanged, “I will explain this matter to you later, but the wedding date with Jiaojiao will not change.”

Ye Shiqing covered her face and cried, Lin Shuyun pulled her back, not daring to make a scene at this time, reluctantly she sat down.

The atmosphere in the dining room was very tense, and no one spoke.

Ye Xinyu’s eyes flickered back and forth, and she realized, “Sister Jiaojiao, your skills are truly impressive, to have Young Master Shen dote on you like this.

You should settle down and stop provoking others.”

“What do you mean?” Su Rong immediately asked.

Ye Xinyu smiled slightly, “Nothing much, I was at E.Y last time to discuss business with President Pei; I saw her in President Pei’s office saying she was there for an interview.

I don’t know what route she took, bypassing HR and delivering herself right to the president.”