Upon uttering "your husband," Shi Mei's heart also squeezed for a moment.
Even though it was actually her own father, she had to speak as though a stranger, a sourness already welling up in her heart by the time the words reached her lips.
Beside her, Shi Lingyan imperceptibly tugged at her hand.
His warm, large palm holding hers, Shi Mei turned her head, colliding with a depth that granted solace.
Jian Yun failed to notice anything amiss, only expressing a bit of surprise, "Won't it be too much trouble?"
In fact, Jian Yun had been pondering since just now that she must introduce her husband to this girl who strikingly resembled her daughter. Now that the opportunity had arisen, Jian Yun saw no reason to decline.
Shi Mei saw Jian Yun's delight, her eyes softened further, "Not trouble at all. If he's available, have him come over too. Later, we'll have Ah Ling pick him up."
