Ye Congjie didn't appreciate it; she'd watched enough of the drama, and got up lazily.
"Go ahead and argue, the main character isn't even here, yet you're all red-faced over a room. It's a good thing this is happening at home; otherwise, imagine the jokes you'd stir up."
She adjusted the collar of her nightgown and went upstairs, arms crossed.
Chen Nian's gaze on her retreating back was almost venomous.
She wanted to throw a few jabs, but feared Ye Congjie's sharp tongue.
That's the difference between being at the mother-in-law's house and at one's own home—others can linger forever, speaking freely with people to protect them. The more Chen Nian thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, shaking with anger.
Boss Ye might have realized he'd gone too far; he didn't want to truly rile up his eldest daughter-in-law, so he bit back his words.
There was brief harmony in the living room, at least on the surface.
