CHAPTER 613: 237 A MARRIAGE ENGAGEMENT FORTY YEARS AGO

Wei Zhuhua shook her head, looking helpless, "In Jingzhou, how many Gu families can there be? This Mrs. Xu is Old Madam Gu’s grandniece, having inherited Old Madam Gu’s true skills, a nationally renowned talented woman, who once participated in the compilation of history textbooks. Do you know the ’Yue Dynasty Anecdotes’? It’s her work."

The ’Yue Dynasty Anecdotes’ is a highly popular historical book; anyone with a bit of literary knowledge wouldn’t be unaware of it.

Wei Zhuhua pretended to be defending Mei Qingdai, but was in fact sarcastically remarking on her lack of education.

After all, although Mrs. Xu mingled within the education and literary circles, she was not in the same social circle as them, so it was understandable that Mei Qingdai was unfamiliar with her.

Of course, Mei Qingdai’s lack of education might as well be pasted on her forehead; not only her sisters-in-law looked down on her, but no one present respected her.

Mei Qingdai finally realized why Yao Huia looked familiar to her, as she had seen her on television before.

Yao Huia had been on a TV talk show.

"So, she’s Old Madam Gu’s grandniece, I really am ignorant."

Mei Qingdai acted indifferent, her tone particularly emphasizing the word "grand."

She’s a grandniece, not a direct granddaughter, there’s a big difference.

Wei Zhuhua frowned and was about to speak, but Yao Huia waved her hand, looking carefree.

"I’m a bit hungry, let’s go to the table."

Only then did Wei Zhuhua lead Yao Huia to the table.

Mei Qingdai glanced at Wei Zhuhua. Her sister-in-law was always so aloof, she’d never seen her so close to anyone except the Wen family. When something is unusual, there’s bound to be a reason. What’s her sister-in-law up to?

"Sister-in-law, where is Ruohuan? I’ve specially reserved a seat for her. And Jun Zhe, he said he misses Ruohuan, those childhood friends are truly enviable."

Mrs. Wen’s eyelid twitched.

Yan Lu glanced at the quietly seated Mei Junzhe and clicked her tongue.

This Mei boy sure is good-looking, with a face that makes you want to bully him.

Lucky for Yu Ruohuan.

She took a sip of tea and stealthily took out her phone from under the table, intending to do a live broadcast in the group chat.

She couldn’t enjoy the show alone; the sisters had to join in the fun.

"I just didn’t know, since when did Aunt care so much about me?"

Yan Lu’s hand trembled; this voice stirred some unpleasant memories in her.

She looked up and saw Yu Ruohuan walking in.

Yan Lu’s eyes suddenly widened; who was that following Yu Ruohuan?

Spending every day together, she wouldn’t mistake him.

Yan Lu sent a series of exclamation marks in the group chat.

—— Gu Bichen, of all people, is involved with that Yu girl! I really misjudged him!

Ignoring Gao Yuyue’s follow-up, Yan Lu put away her phone, ready to attentively enjoy the drama, sensing that a big show was definitely coming today.

Nobody noticed that when that voice rang out, Mei Junzhe, who had been quietly sitting there, involuntarily trembled slightly, grabbed the teacup from the table, and lowered his head to drink tea as a cover.

The smile on Mei Qingdai’s face vanished as soon as she saw the young man behind Yu Ruohuan.

"Ruohuan, how could you be so inconsiderate, bringing a boy when so many ladies and misses are here? At least tell me beforehand so I can prepare."

Her tone was full of reproach.

Yao Huia suddenly stood up, excitedly saying, "Bichen, what are you doing here?"

Wei Zhuhua had a hint of surprise in her eyes. Earlier, she hadn’t seen the boy’s face clearly against the light; now that he was closer, she recognized him.

Wei Zhuhua wore a gentle smile, "So it’s Young Master Gu."

Mei Qingdai’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot, and she glared fiercely at Yu Ruohuan and Gu Bichen.

That girl and her sister-in-law seemed to be in on something, maybe they’d secretly plotted together. Mei Qingdai thought darkly.

Yu Ruohuan walked straight to Mei Junzhe and Lady Mei, looking down at them, "Sorry, but you’re in my seat."

Mei Junzhe didn’t look up, his grip on the teacup growing tighter and tighter.

Lady Mei began to explain, "Ruohuan..."

"Is my name for you to call?"

The girl’s smile was gentle, but her words sent chills down the spine.

No one expected Yu Ruohuan to show such disrespect to the Mei family, surprising everyone.

Yan Lu nearly applauded; fight, fight quickly. Her excitement was about to burst out of her eyes.

Old Madam Yan glared at her, and Yan Lu secretly stuck out her tongue.

Mei Qingdai was so angry that steam was almost coming out of her head, when Mei Junzhe suddenly glanced up at her.

Those eyes were so clear, seemingly able to reflect one’s image.

Mei Qingdai was stunned for a moment, and Mei Junzhe had already gotten up, pulling Lady Mei back to the end of the table.