Father Si was lost for words, but he was also clear that what his father said was the truth. There was no coming back from that!
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It was fine as long as Sang Qiao was taken good care of.
Furthermore, as long as his mother and wife were happy, it didn't matter if the two grown men led miserable lives.
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At Sang Qiao's villa, the living room was bustling. Mrs. Si attended to Sang Qiao throughout, peeling shrimp for her, picking dishes for her.
Just like Si Chenli careful and serious while caring for Sang Qiao, Mrs. Si was busy with her hands but still managed to find time to chat with Ah He.
Meng Jiahe watched Mrs. Si's gentle yet powerful manner of speaking and aspired to be like her.
Mrs. Si must have been a beautiful and articulate girl in her youth.
The conversation at the dinner table was lively.
