Fang Mu sneered, stood up, and turned to face Fang Pingjue. He returned to being that cold but filial man.

  After inserting the incense sticks and burning the paper money, Fang Pingjue took the lead to kneel and kowtow.

  Fang Pingjue had been arrogant all his life, but when he kowtowed in front of his father, he was a filial son. Among the old man’s grandchildren, Fang Yusheng was the eldest. He was the first of them to kneel and kowtow. After him came Fang Mu. Qiao Jiusheng also kowtowed, followed by Qiao Jiuyin.

  Qiao Jiuyin’s stomach was too big for her to kneel, so she only bowed.

  Since firecrackers were forbidden, the group quickly left.

  As they left the cemetery, Qiao Jiusheng whispered to Fang Yusheng, “My ‘sister’ is buried in this cemetery.”


  At first, Fang Yusheng was stunned. When he realized what she meant, he nodded.

  “Should we pay our respects?”


  Qiao Jiusheng shook her head. “Forget it.”


  When they returned to the Fang family, the day had darkened.

  The ingredients for dinner had been prepared long ago, and the chef was almost done cooking.

  As the mistress, Xu Pingfei had to help. When Qiao Jiuyin saw Aunt Xu enter the kitchen, she stood up as well. She walked into the kitchen and said, “Mom, let me help you.”


  Xu Pingfei pretended to be angry. “You’re about to give birth, so don’t come into the kitchen.” She then said to Fang Mu, “Fang Mu, quickly take your wife away, and don’t let her mess around.” As she spoke, she pushed Qiao Jiuyin out of the kitchen.

  Fang Mu glanced at Qiao Jiuyin, his gaze still cold.

  However, he had always been like this. Therefore, no one found this strange.

  Qiao Jiuyin felt a little gloomy when she saw Fang Mu standing at the same spot without moving. However, she still walked to the sofa beside him and sat down.

  Fang Qingyun, her aunt, suddenly said to Qiao Jiuyin, “Jiusheng, you’re considerate. But, you’re pregnant now, so you have to pay more attention. Don’t be too tired.” Then, she meaningfully said, “Don’t be like the Eldest Young Mistress. Don’t play with your phone too much. Don’t hold your phone everywhere just because your vision is good now. In the future, when you’re old and your vision gets worse, you’ll regret it.”


  Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.

  She looked up and smiled at Fang Yusheng’s aunt, Fang Qingyun. Then, she politely said, “Aunt, you’re right. No wonder Weiwei had to wear glasses so early.”


  “Pfft!” Fang Yuqing could not help but laugh.

  Weiwei was Xie Wei, Fang Qingyun’s daughter.

  Fang Qingyun always had a sharp tongue, and she was the best at indirectly scolding people.

  No one expected Fang Yusheng’s wife to be so rude to her. She had directly attacked Fang Qingyun and left her speechless.

  When the other family members heard Qiao Jiusheng’s retort, their reactions were different.

  Fang Yusheng’s uncle, Fang Ping, could not help but smile with his eyes narrowed. He looked at Qiao Jiusheng with a deep smile.

  Fang Mu, who was originally expressionless, wanted to laugh as well. Qiao Jiuyin, on the other hand, had a gentle expression. No one could tell what she was thinking. As for Xie Wei, who had been called out, she felt embarrassed. She suddenly got up and pulled Fang Yuqing upstairs.

  Fang Qingyun’s expression froze.

  She looked at Fang Yusheng, who was beside Qiao Jiusheng. Fang Yusheng always had a calm expression on his face. With a string of jade beads in his hand, he was indulging Qiao Jiusheng. Fang Qingyun said to Fang Yusheng, “Yusheng, you’ve been married for a while. Why is there still no news?”


  Fang Yusheng suddenly stopped playing with the beads.

  “Soon,” he said.

  Qiao Jiusheng rationally remained silent.

  “Oh? You’ll have to hurry then. You’re almost thirty.”


  “Aunt Lao, you’re too worried,” Fang Yusheng calmly said.

  Fang Qingyun’s eyes darted between Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng.