The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"Mom, isn't it unfair for you to say this about Mohuan? I know you care about Moting because his mother passed away early. All these years, I haven't said a word about it.

But no matter how dissatisfied you may be with me, Mohuan is still your grandson, still a child of the Song family. How can you favor one over the other? When Moting got married, you prepared a house and other things for him. But when it came to Mohuan, you did nothing."

Mrs. Song was exasperated. It was one thing for her mother-in-law to be biased in daily life, but she couldn't say anything.

After all, the leverage against her was held by her parents-in-law, and she could never raise her head in front of them.

But so many years have passed.

She lowered herself and endured; by now, she should have risen above it, right?

Her son was already grown up; no matter what, he's still a child of the Song family.

The old lady can treat her badly; that's fine!

But why should her son be treated this way?

In the eyes of outsiders, isn't her son a member of the Song family?

For such an important occasion like a wedding, she had already let out that her mother-in-law was preparing a house and things for her son's wedding.

Now if there's a sudden change, what would others think, especially on the wedding day when so many well-known friends of the Song family would be there? They would all be there for the old man and the old lady. What would people think when they found out about this?

What would they think of her son and daughter, how would they conduct themselves in the future?

The old lady looked at Mrs. Song, "Do you really not know why I'm doing this? Do you need me to say it in front of the young ones? Mohuan is your son, and he carries the Song family name because your father and I didn't want to involve him in the grudges of the previous generation.

But what we said back then is absolutely true; we only have one grandson, and that's Song Moting. The others are your children, and our connection is just superficial. Don't expect more."

The old lady wasn't completely heartless; she felt she had to do right by her deceased daughter-in-law, who had once pleaded with them, holding young Moting's hand.

The daughter-in-law was the only child of her best friend. They owed it to their good friend, their sister, whose only child suffered a miserable fate. She and the old man could never get over that hurdle their entire lives.

This was a vow they swore to keep.

From that moment, they recognized only one grandson.

A cruel glint appeared in Mrs. Song's eyes; the old lady was being serious!

She thought those words from back then were just said in a moment of anger by the old lady and the old man.

So many years passed, time could change everything.

After all, this was the blood of the Song family; how could the old lady and old man completely disregard their family ties?

But unexpectedly, the old lady and the old man were serious.

This truly left her son and daughter out in the cold.

Fang Xiaohui had no idea about the backstory.

Now she was dumbfounded.

The house and furniture were all prepared for Jiang Xiaoxiao; it had nothing to do with her.

Wasn't Song Mohuan supposed to be the old lady's favorite grandson?

Is this what they call favoritism?

"Mom! We're leaving, I understand your point. I hope you'll come to the wedding in three days. After all, he's a grandson of the Song family, and you should give some face to the second son."

Mrs. Song had no choice but to bow her head.

She and Mr. Song essentially relied on the old lady's name to receive so much care and resources.

Truth be told, without the old lady, they were nothing.

In any case, the old lady must attend the wedding; otherwise, what would outsiders think about their relationship, and their relationship with the old lady?

This relationship is significant; her son is already in the medical system.

Many of the old predecessors showed care for her son out of respect for the old lady.

They absolutely could not sever ties with the old lady at this time.

Nor could they allow the old lady to sever ties with them at this time.

For so many years, she was accustomed to swallowing her pride; enduring once more was of no concern.

However, Mrs. Song felt a little uncomfortable about her daughter-in-law seeing her bow her head today.

The dignity she had established as a mother-in-law was completely gone.

The most critical point was that this matter was caused by her daughter-in-law in the first place. If it weren't for Fang Xiaohui telling her that the old lady had prepared a wedding house and furniture for them,

she never would have had such illusions.

Things that never happened suddenly did, and people always hold a sliver of hope that the old lady finally realized who she had to rely on in the end.

But in the end, it dealt her a heavy blow, as everything the old lady did was for Song Moting.

In the hearts of the old lady and old man, there was only one grandson.

Before, she always thought favoritism was a good thing, but when that favoritism was towards someone else, it was like a stab in the throat.

"Alright, I understand. I will attend the wedding. After all, he is a grandson of the Song family. I won't embarrass you and the second son. Alright, you may go."

The old lady wouldn't truly sever ties; although she claimed Song Moting as her only grandson,

she knew that all these children were ultimately her grandchildren. Although she wasn't close to them, she wouldn't be heartless enough to cut them off completely.

She only despised their mother, that was all.

In front of outsiders, she was still the old lady of the Song family and had to maintain face for her grandson, son, and daughter-in-law.

She couldn't allow outsiders to laugh at the Song family.

Such is life.

You can't live solely by your whims.

Mrs. Song turned and left.

Song Moting kept silent, and Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn't say anything more.

Fang Xiaohui gave Jiang Xiaoxiao a complex look, then glanced at the old lady, "Grandma! I'm leaving. Those dried peaches look a bit alarming, so you should be more mindful since some things are for consumption, it's better to be cautious."

She knew that speaking like this in front of Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting was a bit tactless, but she couldn't help herself from feeling unsettled by the old lady's bias.

These words were meant to sow discord, and the dried peaches did look quite alarming.

The old lady shook her head, thinking truly that birds of a feather flock together; this Fang Xiaohui was indeed somewhat like her daughter-in-law.

Their thoughts and ways of doing things were identical, no wonder this mother-in-law liked this daughter-in-law.

Having lots of sly tricks doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing.

"Got it, go prepare well for your wedding, and Grandma will be there on the day."

A smile appeared on Fang Xiaohui's face, and only then did she turn to follow her mother-in-law out.

As long as the old lady appeared at the wedding banquet, everything else would fall into place.

After all, everyone was looking for a sign from the old lady, and her appearance would signify a close relationship between them and the old lady.