Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Shen Qingyue was instantly happy when she heard Shen Yan's words.

She knew that although this arrangement seemed to be helping Jiang Minghui, it actually provided her with a kind of control.

This debt, if Jiang Minghui does not repay it in time, will become a card in her hand.

There was a flash of deep thought in her eyes, and she felt a subtle satisfaction in her heart.

Shen Qingyue cast a grateful look at Shen Yan, approving his decision.

"Thank you, brother." Shen Qingyue said gently, with a hint of cunning hidden in her voice.

She knew in her heart that this arrangement undoubtedly put a certain amount of pressure on Jiang Minghui and also provided herself with more space to deal with family problems.

When Jiang Minghui heard this arrangement, his expression was slightly complicated.

He knew that if the money was owed to Shen Qingyue, it would mean that he would face more pressure.

When Jiang Minghui returned to his table, the expression on his face was complicated and indescribable.

He sat down and faced Li Huimin, anger intertwined in his eyes.

"Look at sister-in-law, she is getting more and more arrogant. She thinks that now that she has some ability, she can humiliate others at will." Jiang Minghui's voice revealed obvious resentment.

Li Huimin softly echoed Jiang Minghui's words, "Yes, my sister-in-law has really changed now. She was not like this before. How can relatives be so calculating."

After Jiang Minghui and Li Huimin finished eating, the atmosphere seemed particularly dull.

Their expressions were solemn, and it was clear that their dissatisfaction with Shen Qingyue and Jiang Mingyuan still lingered in their hearts.

At the end of the meal, the two stood up and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and Shen Qingyue full of resentment.

Jiang Minghui's eyes showed deep anger. They left the restaurant silently with heavy steps without saying goodbye or any polite parting words.

After returning home, Jiang Mingyuan and Shen Qingyue had imperceptible fatigue on their faces.

Jiang Mingyuan sat down in the quiet living room, his eyes were deep, and he was obviously still thinking about the scene at dinner.

After a while, Jiang Mingyuan spoke slowly, his voice calm but a little serious: "Qingyue, I feel something is wrong about the atmosphere at the dinner table today. What happened when you went to Jiang's house that day?"

Shen Qingyue looked at Jiang Mingyuan quietly for a while, knowing that hiding it from him was not an option.

She sighed, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "I went to Jiang's house that day and found that Jiang Minghui and the others had occupied our previous house. They had no intention of moving out."

After Jiang Mingyuan listened to Shen Qingyue's words, his expression became even grimmer, and his eyes flashed with determination that could not be ignored.

He stood up slowly, his voice revealing unquestionable determination: "Then I must go back to seek justice in person. This kind of behavior will never be tolerated."

Shen Qingyue walked softly to Jiang Mingyuan, her voice was soft: "Mingyuan, I know you are angry, and so am I. But we should not let emotions dominate our behavior. Now we no longer owe them, We have our own lives to live.”

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes still looked determined, but under the influence of Shen Qingyue's words, his expression gradually softened.

He looked at her deeply and finally nodded, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Okay, you're right, Qingyue."

He sighed heavily and continued, "I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Shen Qingyue walked to the window and stared at the night sky. Her figure looked particularly soft under the moonlight.

She said softly: "Don't worry, I have my own sense of caution." As the night wore on, the only sound left in the quiet living room was the conversation between Jiang Mingyuan and Shen Qingyue.

The starry sky outside the window is twinkling, as if telling an ancient and distant story.

Time passes quietly like running water. In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival is gradually getting stronger.

The streets are filled with red lanterns and colorful ribbons, and every family is busy preparing New Year's goods in preparation for the upcoming New Year.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival gradually became stronger in the homes of Jiang Mingyuan and Shen Qingyue.

Every corner of the house was well-kept by Shen Qingyue, making it appear tidy and warm.

New Year's decorations, lanterns and Spring Festival couplets add more festive joy to this already warm little home.

Shen Qingyue stood in the living room, holding some newly bought New Year's goods in her hands and placing them carefully.

Her movements are light and orderly, and every placement reveals her care and taste.

However, during the busy break, there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Looking at these items prepared for the New Year, Shen Qingyue's thoughts unconsciously drifted to what Old Man Jiang had said.

She remembered that she had promised earlier that she and Jiang Mingyuan would go back to Jiang's house to celebrate the New Year this year. She knew that this was a promise that could not be broken easily.

"Mingyuan," Shen Qingyue said softly, breaking the silence of the room, "Should we go back to Jiang's house for the New Year?"

Jiang Mingyuan put down the items in his hands and turned around, his eyes revealing deep thoughts.

He knew the decision wouldn't be easy, especially after recent events.

However, he also understands that for the elderly, reunion is the most important meaning of the Spring Festival.

"What do you think?" Jiang Mingyuan replied softly, his eyes full of support for Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue nodded slightly, although hesitantly, "We should go. No matter what, the old man is your father, and the Spring Festival is a day of reunion."

Jiang Mingyuan walked over gently and stood next to Shen Qingyue. His hand gently placed on her shoulder with a comforting meaning.

His voice was gentle: "Qingyue, I know you may not be happy to go home for the New Year, but I will stay with you."

He continued: "We are going back just to fulfill our promise and spend some time with the elderly. If you feel uncomfortable staying here, we will leave."

Shen Qingyue nodded. Although she was still a little uneasy in her heart, Jiang Mingyuan's words were like a warm current, gradually dispelling the uneasiness in her heart.

After Shen's father and Shen's mother learned that Shen Qingyue and Jiang Mingyuan decided to return to Jiang's family for the New Year this year, although they were a little worried, they were also full of support.

They knew it wasn't an easy decision for the pair, especially after a family dispute.

One afternoon, when Shen Qingyue was packing things in the living room, Father Shen and Mother Shen walked in together, holding a beautifully packaged box in their hands.

Father Shen's voice was gentle: "Qingyue, these are some small gifts we prepared for you, take them back to the Jiang family and give them to the elderly."

Mother Shen smiled and added: "There are some snacks we made ourselves and some handmade things, all prepared by us."