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The two remained in a standoff for a long while until Madam Shen, dissatisfied, spoke first. "Come, sit down and eat with us," she said, her tone almost condescending, which was in line with her usual high-handedness.
Su Yunxiang let out a cold laugh and deliberately replied, "With my lowly status, sitting here, aren't you worried about soiling the Shen Family's noble chair?"
"Rubbish!" Madam Shen slammed her hand on the armrest and huffed coldly. "Look at what you're saying! Is this how a junior should treat their elder? You haven't even greeted me since you walked in; it was I who had to extend my greetings first."
"Mother, please don't be angry." Zhao Xinru's expression changed instantly, frightened by Madam Shen's fury. She subtly tugged at Su Yunxiang's sleeve, signaling him to quickly call her "Grandmother." However, when he spoke, the atmosphere grew even more tense.
"Young Mistress, I think you've made a mistake. My surname is Su, not Shen," he insisted.
Zhao Xinru's heart raced at his stubbornness, and she couldn't help but worry for him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the veins on Madam Shen's forehead bulging, her entire face darkening.
Having spent enough time in the Shen Family, she knew this was a sign that a storm was about to break.
However...
After a moment, Madam Shen sighed and said helplessly, "I know you hate me. Indeed, my methods back then to tear them apart were excessive. But I have already received my due retribution; my son died without ever forgiving me. Who knows the pain I feel as his mother?"
Her voice choked with emotion, tears of sorrow welling up in her eyes, making her appear even more tragic and forlorn. Yet Su Yunxiang felt no sympathy; to him, this was merely her retribution.
"In fact, I have been searching for you all these years. But the letters I sent out received no response. I promised your father that I would bring you back to recognize your roots; that was his wish."
He burned all the letters.
"What about my mother?" Su Yunxiang looked at her coldly.
Madam Shen sighed again, speaking weakly, "When your great-uncle returns from the countryside, I will gather the family and give her an explanation in front of everyone."
Su Yunxiang stared silently, observing the woman who once held her head high and never bowed to anyone. He noticed that she had aged considerably; her once jet-black hair now had many silver strands, and there were more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and lips.
This must be her final concession, he thought.
After waiting for so many years, wasn't it all for this moment? To stand up for his mother, even though he held disdain for his identity as the legitimate son of the Shen family, his mother had always yearned for it.
Silence was acceptance. Seeing that he no longer spoke, Madam Shen smiled with the warmth of an elder, "Then can we sit down to eat now?"
Despite this, Su Yunxiang remained unmoved, as he harbored a deep-seated dislike and resentment for this place and wished to leave at once.
Zhao Xinru noticed and gently pushed Su Yunxiang before using both hands to press him into his seat. Under his mother's gaze, she awkwardly poured him a glass of wine and said timidly, "Yunxiang, welcome back. Your second uncle is unwell and cannot leave his room; here, Auntie raises a glass to you on his behalf."
Though her words seemed impeccable, Su Yunxiang felt an inexplicable oddness in his heart. He couldn't pinpoint what was strange about it. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to take the wine glass. His expression was not overtly unpleasant but carried a hint of gloom as he tilted his head back and drank.
Little did he know that this wine had been tampered with, and the complicated entanglement between the two would slowly unfold from this moment onward.
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