A woman in her 70s marries a rough-looking man; her plump wife is too delicate and alluring.

He Zhaoyang, holding the bowl of wine, walked up to Chen Huanzhu and stood there.

Chen Huanzhu was bending down to hand a pastry to Old Madam Sheng, a smile on his face.

He Zhaoyang watched her finish doing all this, then spoke, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around to hear.

"Congratulations! You've been so busy, haven't you eaten yet? Here, let me offer you a bowl. Thank you for entertaining me for so long."

Chen Huanzhu straightened up to look at her, as if he hadn't expected her to respond like that.

She glanced at the wine bowl He Zhaoyang handed her, then at Sheng Yuze standing behind He Zhaoyang, and then smiled.

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind. I'm just here to visit my uncle and aunt. I won't drink any wine."

He Zhaoyang did not withdraw his hand, but smiled, his voice neither too loud nor too soft.

"If you don't drink the wine, does that mean you're not giving me face?"

Someone nearby chuckled, but quickly stopped.

Chen Huanzhu's smile faded slightly. "Since my sister-in-law has said so, then I'll have a drink."

Chen Huanzhu had just finished his drink when Sheng Yuze brought over a cup as well.

"Come on, let's celebrate with you, sister. You've worked hard. I'll also toast you."

Chen Huanzhu's smile completely vanished, and he forced a smile, saying, "Brother Yuze, my sister-in-law has already toasted me."

Sheng Yuze did not retract his hand holding the wine glass, and spoke in a flat tone.

"You've been here for so long, and you've entertained the elders on behalf of my wife, so it's only right that I toast you."

Chen Huanzhu stood there, unable to go up or down.

She looked into Sheng Yuze's eyes, as if trying to find something else within them, but found nothing.

She finally reached out and took the glass of wine, steeled herself, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Huanzhu finished his drink, placed the empty glass on the table, and turned to leave.

He Zhaoyang stacked the empty bowls neatly on the table, bent down, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it in his mouth.

After being exhausted for so long, I can finally eat a meal.

She had just swallowed her food when a loud slamming sound came from the table in the corner of the yard.

He Weiye slammed the bowl on the table, causing the soup inside to spill out and splatter across the surface.

He stood up, his face flushed red, pointed towards the main table, and spoke in a voice so loud that the whole courtyard could hear him.

"He Zhaoyang! Don't you even have any respect for your parents? You're toasting a complete stranger, while your own parents have been sitting here all afternoon and you haven't even glanced at them?"

Liu Aiyun sat next to him, tugging at his sleeve, trying to get him to sit down.

He Weiye shook off her hand and continued pointing at He Zhaoyang.

"We raised you all these years, and now that you're married, you don't even recognize us anymore?"

The courtyard fell silent, and everyone turned to look this way.

He Zhaoyang put down his chopsticks, stood up, and turned to face him.

He Zhaoyang: "What are you doing here today? If you're here to cause trouble, then get out. If you're here to drink at a wedding, then sit down and enjoy your drink."

He Weiye got angry as soon as he heard her say that.

"You think you're all grown up now, huh? You've gotten married and you don't care about your parents anymore? Ask them, is that even reasonable?"

He Zhaoyang sneered, but before she could speak, Liu Hongmei stood up and spoke.

"How come I remember Zhaoyang severing ties with you?"

Liu Aiyun was pulled up by He Weiye, who gestured for her to speak.

Liu Aiyun glared at Liu Hongmei, "What does it have to do with you? He Zhaoyang is my daughter, what are you, an outsider, saying here?"

Liu Hongmei patted Nuannuan's back, then looked up again, her voice calm and unhurried.

"Auntie, I know better than you how Zhaoyang lives after she married into the Sheng family."

She paused for a moment, then said, "If you really treated her like a daughter, you wouldn't have flipped the table in public during someone else's wedding."

The people around looked at He Weiye and Liu Aiyun with disdain. They were all from the same village, and they knew how He Zhaoyang treated them.

Xie Fei and Li Nan stared at each other for a long time before asking the people next to them to find out what was going on.

Li Nan put the bowl on the table, stood up, and, with her already loud voice, became even louder.

"Hey, sir, is this your daughter's wedding and you're here to cause trouble? I've never seen anything like this in all my years."

"My sister-in-law was such a good person when she was in the army. She was hardworking, sensible, and capable. Is this how you treat her at home?"

Xie Fei slowly chimed in from the side, her voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"They've severed ties but still come to freeload, and then they insult people afterward. You can't have that kind of shamelessness. Did you even give them a gift?"

The person recording the monetary gifts immediately spoke up.

"No, not a single one. And they even took all the candy off the table."

Liu Aiyun's face flushed red and then turned pale, while He Weiye was unsure whether to sit or stand.

People nearby were already laughing out loud, and some were looking over with bowls in their hands. They didn't say anything, but their eyes made it clear what was going on.

He Weiye opened his mouth a few times, as if he wanted to curse back, but after glancing at Li Nan and Xie Fei's clothes, he realized they didn't look like villagers.

He didn't dare say anything to anyone, and just kept glaring at He Zhaoyang, "What have people said about your father? And you're still standing there? You ingrate."

No sooner had He Weiye finished speaking than a teacup was placed on the table at the entrance of the main room.

It's not heavy, but it's clear enough.

Sheng Huaimin stood up from his chair, put his teacup on the table, and walked to the doorway of the main room.

"He Weiye," Sheng Huaimin said, "You're a guest today, so I've let you in and even let you eat. But if you keep cursing like this, don't blame me for being impolite."

He Weiye's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Sheng Huaimin didn't wait for him to speak. He turned to Sheng Kaiyuan next to him.

"Open source, see you off."

Sheng Kaiyuan stood up from the table and rolled up his sleeves.

He had long disliked this family, but with his father present, he couldn't say anything.

Sheng Kaiyuan walked to He Weiye's table, but did not make a move. He simply stood to the side, his voice polite but not open to discussion.

"Uncle, Aunt, let me see you out."

Liu Aiyun continued to struggle, "I won't go out! Why should I go out? It's my daughter's wedding day, can't I even eat here?"

Sheng Kaiyuan stood by the table, looking at them speechlessly.

"Auntie, you've already eaten and drunk your fill. Please leave now."

Liu Aiyun sat motionless on the stool, as if she were born on it.

"I'm not leaving! It's my daughter's wedding, don't I, as her mother, deserve to sit here and have a meal? Is this how the Sheng family treats its guests?"

Her voice grew louder and louder, and the more she spoke, the more reasonable it seemed to her, and she gradually gained confidence.

He Weiye also sat down and began to eat slowly.

"That's right! We're not leaving! I want to see what the Sheng family can do to us!"

Xie Fei couldn't stand it any longer, so she put down her chopsticks and waved to Xie Changhe, who was next to Sheng Yuze.

"Brother, can you see this off?"