“Why should I make things difficult for Su Huan?” Qin Shu frowned and asked. Gu Beixian said emotionlessly, “You know your own temperament.” Qin Shu didn't say anything, just hung up the phone, opened WeChat, and sent him a location. Returning the phone to Su Huan, she laughed at herself with a hint of annoyance and said, “You little brat, did you really think I was looking for you to make things difficult for you? Do I look like that kind of mean mother-in-law?” Su Huan remembered the scene in the Hermes store just now, where Qin Shu had given Chu Suosuo a cold and stern glare, which indeed had quite an impact. But because it was Chu Suosuo who was being confronted, Su Huan only felt pleased and touched. She smiled, “No, you are the most beautiful mother-in-law.” Qin Shu's anger turned to joy, “Still, you know how to speak nicely. You little brat, his wife is almost driven away by him, and here I am, kindly helping him to pacify his wife. But he, like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, doesn’t recognize good intentions.”

Su Huan now understood everything. It must have been Grandma or Gu Nanyin who said something to Qin Shu. That's why she, who is usually aloof, has been so attentive since returning to the country, sending her bags and dresses. Su Huan felt quite flattered. In a wealthy family like the Gu family, matching social status has always been important. When Gu Beixian couldn't stand on his legs and was confined to a wheelchair, he was considered disabled, and he was somewhat a suitable match for her. Now that Gu Beixian's legs are healed and he has returned to the company as the CEO of a listed group like Gu Corporation, he has everything at his fingertips and is in the spotlight. And her, even though she has the skill of restoring ancient paintings, without the support of family background, her strength is still limited. She feels this way herself, let alone others. Therefore, Chu Suosuo, who has the identity of a wealthy young lady, dares to provoke her so openly time and again. Before long, Gu Beixian hurried over. Pushing open the door, he stood at the entrance and looked around the café. Seeing Su Huan, he strode over with his long legs, took her hand, pulled her up from the chair, and said in a deep voice, 'Let's go.' Su Huan withdrew her hand and looked up at him with a smile, 'Go where? I'm having a great chat with Mom.' She pointed to the bag and gift box on the table, 'These are all from Mom.' Gu Beixian's expression eased a bit, and he asked, 'Did she say anything that made you uncomfortable?' 'No, Mom was very nice to me.' Gu Beixian raised an eyebrow slightly, 'You're not lying to me?' Su Huan was puzzled, 'Why would I lie to you?' 'As long as you're not lying to me, let's go. We've finished our coffee.'

“I hardly get to see my mom, and we haven't even talked enough,” Su Huan didn't really want to leave. Qin Shu, holding a cup of coffee, said with a smile, 'You should go with him quickly, or he might be cursing me in his heart by now.' Su Huan laughed, 'He wouldn't dare.' Qin Shu rolled her eyes at Gu Beixian, 'You don't understand, men are all the same once they've married—they forget their mothers. He only has eyes for you, his wife, now. Where do I, his mother, fit in?'

A complaint, yet it made Su Huan laugh. As she laughed, her heart felt a bit sad again. If what she said was true, how wonderful it would be. The last day of the month. Qin Shu's birthday had arrived. In the evening, Su Huan changed into the blue starry sky dress that Qin Shu had given her, carefully applied light makeup, and was driven to the Gu family by the driver. The villa was brightly lit. The nine-meter-high ceilings of the spacious and bright living room were beautifully decorated, and the luxurious long table was filled with a variety of high-end buffet dishes, featuring delicacies from land and sea, everything you could want, with an array of drinks, fruits, and exquisite desserts. The male guests were all dressed in suits and ties, while the female guests were all in evening gowns, adorned with jewelry. Everyone raised their glasses to toast and enjoy themselves, creating a lively atmosphere. Qin Shu appeared cool and distant on the outside but was very good at socializing, moving through the crowd to mingle, laughing and chatting, skillfully handling all situations. This was the first time Su Huan had organized such a lively birthday party since she married into the Gu family. Previously, after Gu Beixian's car accident left him unable to stand, the entire Gu family was shrouded in shadow. Even the old lady's birthday was not grandly celebrated; only the closest family members would come to the old house for a meal, celebrate briefly, and then it was over. As soon as Su Huan entered the room, everyone turned to look at her in unison. Both men and women showed an astonished gaze in their eyes. Su Huan was already beautiful without makeup, and with a little makeup, she was stunning. In her formal attire, she looked even more like a fairy who had fallen to earth. Her snow-white melon-seed face featured two curved black eyebrows, large eyes shimmering with light, and a gaze that sparkled. Her figure was tall and slender, and her night-blue floor-length gown was adorned with countless small diamonds, like stars scattered across the sky. The light spots from the lamps and the starlight on the dress complemented each other, filling her walk with an ethereal aura. Qin Shu also saw Su Huan and immediately greeted her warmly, taking her arm and introducing her to everyone: 'Let me introduce to you all, this is my daughter-in-law, Su Huan.'

Everyone was surprised and exclaimed, 'When did your son get married? Why didn't you let us know?'

Qin Shu smiled, 'He's been married for three years, the wedding ceremony will be held sometime later.'

A middle-aged wealthy lady in a purple evening dress, who was nearby, sized up Su Huan from head to toe, clicking her tongue in admiration, 'She's so beautiful and has such a good temperament, she must be the daughter of some prestigious family, right?'

Su Huan's eyes dimmed slightly, just about to speak.

Qin Shu squeezed her hand and said, 'Su Huan is the granddaughter of Su Wenmai, the 'saint of ancient painting restoration,' a descendant of a scholarly family.'

The lady in the purple evening dress, who didn't dabble in antiques, naturally didn't know the fame of Su Wenmai, and her expression immediately underwent a subtle change, saying, 'A scholarly family, that's quite nice.' Her tone was clearly much more perfunctory.

The smiles on the faces of the others also became ambiguous.

Su Huan, sensitive by nature, noticed this and felt somewhat uncomfortable inside, but it wasn't apparent on her face.

Qin Shu took her inside and whispered in her ear, 'Don't mind those people, each one of them is so vulgar, smelling of money and ignorance.'

Su Huan felt a warm glow in her heart and smiled sweetly at Qin Shu, 'Thank you, Mom, I'm fine.'

Qin Shu patted her shoulder, 'Good if you're fine. Sit here for a while, help yourself to whatever you want to eat, call the servants if you need anything, Bei Xian will be here soon, I'll go greet them first.'

Su Huan slightly inclined her body, 'You go ahead with your tasks, don't worry about me.'

After Qin Shu walked away, Su Huan found a seat to sit down. Having been married to Gu Beixian for three years, she had always lived a reclusive life, and this was her first time appearing in front of so many people. She didn't recognize anyone present except for Qin Shu, which made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Su Huan took a glass of juice and sipped it gently, then took out her phone to browse. Suddenly, a sarcastic female voice came from behind, 'Oh, Su Huan is here today too. With that little dress on, a sparrow has turned into a phoenix, I almost didn't recognize you.' The words were too harsh. Su Huan's scalp tingled slightly, and she turned to look. Not far away stood a woman wearing a black evening dress, tall and thin, her age well-preserved, with a long and thin face, slightly high cheekbones, and a hint of malice in her eyes and brows. It was Gu Beixian's aunt, Gu Fengjiao. Su Huan stood up and greeted her with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, 'Hello, Auntie.' Gu Fengjiao, holding a glass of red wine and wearing high heels, walked over, looking at her from head to toe with a slant, 'You little girl must have burned incense for eight generations to marry my nephew, with everything you could want, wealth, family background, appearance, grace, you're outstanding in every way.' Su Huan curled her lips very slightly and said calmly, 'Beixian is indeed excellent, but I am not bad either.' 'You're not bad, but your family is too insignificant, tsk tsk, it's incomparable to our Gu family,' Gu Fengjiao said contemptuously, taking a sip of wine. Su Huan endured it and said indifferently, 'What the family is like doesn't matter, as long as Beixian treats me well. Not only does Beixian treat me well, but Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and Nanyin, they all respect me very much.'

Gu Fengjiao didn't expect that Su Huan, who looked gentle and soft on the outside, was not a pushover. For every word she said, Su Huan immediately retorted without giving an inch. Anger surged within Gu Fengjiao, 'That's because they have good manners. If you're not a match, then you're not. Don't try to paint yourself gold!' Suddenly, a stern male voice came through: 'Su Huan doesn't need to paint herself gold; she is gold herself, more than enough for me!' Hearing this, Su Huan turned around. A tall and upright man, dressed in a dark suit, with deep contours, handsome and imposing features, strode towards her from afar. As he approached, he stopped and looked down at Gu Fengjiao, saying word by word: 'My woman is not for an outsider like my aunt to gossip about!' Gu Fengjiao's face turned ashen, unable to utter a single word. 'Husband, you're here,' Su Huan said with a smile, lifting her skirt and running towards him.