The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Song Mohuan and Fang Xiaohui came to this table with their wine glasses. Reasonably, their toasts should start at this table.

They were accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Song.

"Grandmother, all the elders, we as the younger generation, offer you this toast. Thank you for attending our wedding; it truly honors us. Grandmother, this is a glass of wine. I know you don't like baijiu, so this wine is specially bought from France, very suitable for you, and also your favorite taste."

Song Mohuan hurried to show favor to the old lady. He had longed for his grandmother's affection for years.

Unfortunately, every time he returned to his grandmother, he received at most a few conventional greetings. Her attitude towards him was always lukewarm.

But Grandmother treated Song Moting differently, showering him with affection.

Before he didn't care; after all, even if grandparents didn't like him, he had the love of his parents, which was enough.

However, as he grew older, he realized the love from grandparents was different from that of parents.

Because the power grandparents wield was entirely different from parents; parents couldn't protect him all his life, but grandparents could. His grandfather's achievements, his grandmother's accomplishments, cannot be replaced by anyone.

The so-called imbalance in his heart and feeling of unfairness were pushed aside; even if he couldn't stand the sight of Song Moting a hundred times, he knew to win his grandmother's favor, he had to pretend to be very friendly with Song Moting.

He had to make others feel he was the wronged one, yet never complained.

He was the one whose favor was snatched by his brother and still remained friendly to him; he had to win his grandmother's heart.

Old Mrs. Song smiled faintly, saying nothing!

At this moment, in front of so many people, she couldn't embarrass her grandson and granddaughter-in-law.

No matter what, in front of outsiders, she had to save face for the two of them.

The old lady raised her glass and looked at the full glass of wine.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

Feng Zaisan also shook his head; this granddaughter-in-law of the Song family was not very sensible, filling the wine glass was something everyone knew not to do.

This girl, in an attempt to show her filial piety, actually filled the glass to the brim.

"Then I wish you two a hundred years of harmony and happiness."

The old lady raised her glass.

But it was snatched away by someone, Song Moting took the glass, "This glass, I will drink to wish you eternal happiness on behalf of Grandmother."

He drank it down in one gulp.

Song Mohuan's fingers trembled with anger.

Song Moting did it deliberately.

He was being embarrassed in front of so many people.

Mr. Song's face darkened, "Moting, what are you doing? This is your brother's wedding, and at this moment, you still can't mind your manners. There are so many uncles here, you really disappoint me."

Feng Zaisan swiftly mediated, "Xiao Song, you're being a bit harsh! What do you mean by no manners? Moting to me is like my own grandson, he surely wishes his brother a happy marriage, but perhaps he was just a bit overexcited.

No problem, no problem, we are all family. No one will take it seriously."

Mr. Song forced a smile.

"Mr. Feng, given your relationship with my grandmother, you disregarding this gives my grandmother face. But this child, over the years, has always been like this. He looks down on his brother, always trying to make things difficult for him, I truly didn't expect he would go this far at the wedding.

He doesn't give his brother face, which means he doesn't give my grandmother face, how truly inconsiderate. He's grown up, yet doesn't understand this principle."

This made everyone awkward; they couldn't stop a father from reprimanding his own son.

However, for a father to humiliate his son in front of so many people displayed how much he disliked him.

The outsiders listened to the father scolding his son, feeling both awkward and disappointed – wasn't this not giving the old lady face?

"Uncle, you've misunderstood!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao stood up, Song Moting seemed different after meeting his father, stepmother, and half-brother; he seemed to carry an imposing aura.

Obviously, what Song Moting did was out of goodwill, it's one thing if others misunderstood.

But he didn't explain.

For Jiang Xiaoxiao, from past experiences, she knew.

Not explaining means letting others misunderstand, not explaining puts oneself in an awkward position.

Before, Song Moting was alone and it was fine.

Now with Jiang Xiaoxiao by his side, as his wife, she wouldn't allow anyone to insult or misunderstand him.

"Uncle? How laughable, Song Moting is my son, isn't your address inappropriate? Are you implying you aren't married to Song Moting?"

Father Song saw Jiang Xiaoxiao completely ignoring him just now, paying no mind to anything he said, which made him very angry.

This daughter-in-law actually dared not respect her father-in-law at all, treating him with disdain, and now that this topic was brought up, of course he would seize the opportunity to unleash his anger.

Even though he knew that venting his anger in front of so many people was somewhat inconsiderate to his son's wedding and not giving the old lady face, he couldn't hold it back.

"Uncle, I called you that because I know you've severed ties with Moting; you once said Moting isn't your son. So in good conscience, I don't know how to address you.

Addressing you as Uncle is out of respect for you. After all, that's your intention; I don't actually know what your intention is. Do you hope that Song Moting is your son, or do you wish he wasn't?

I'm not the worm in your belly, so I can't figure that out."

Jiang Xiaoxiao's words left Mr. Song red-faced; he indeed said those words back then because of something involving Song Moting, declaring in the newspaper that they had severed father-son ties.

That incident caused quite a stir then, and because of it, the old man whipped him severely, leaving him bedridden for ten days.

Everyone in the entire compound, everyone in their circle knew about it.

But over the years, everyone pretended like it never happened.

And now, this girl just tore open that wound again here.

Mrs. Song assisted her husband,

"Xiaoxiao, I know you're Moting's wife, and of course, you'll stand by his side. No matter what, Old Song is still Moting's father, although his words back then were a bit excessive, the bond of blood can't be severed with just one sentence or a public announcement."

Old Mrs. Song smiled faintly, "You two should ease up. Today is your son's wedding. Arguing about this here serves no purpose. Those who know understand this is your son's wedding. Those who don't might think it's your enemy's wedding, and you're here to cause trouble."

Mrs. Song was rendered speechless by Old Mrs. Song's words.

"Moting took away that wine earlier because he knows my health has been poor over the years, and I can't drink anymore. He means well, it's out of filial piety, but his inability to express it makes it seem as if he's not giving his brother face.

Actually, aside from the custom-made fruit wine Xiaoxiao prepared for me, I can't drink any other alcohol. A tiny bit would send me to the hospital, and this child always keeps that in mind, fearing anything would happen to me."

At these words, Song Mohuan's face turned beet red.

As a grandson, he was completely unaware and still wanted his grandmother to drink that glass.

If she drank it and ended up in the hospital, their wedding would have been an entire joke.

They would have become infamous forever.

Song Moting wasn't trying to embarrass him; he was salvaging the situation.

The people present all looked meaningfully at Song Mohuan, Mr. Song, and Mrs. Song.

Fang Xiaohui was completely out of the equation, her ignorance forgivable.

After all, she's an outsider.

An outsider not knowing cannot be blamed, but as children, not knowing something like this is inexcusable.

This wasn't just a matter of filial piety.

It completely revealed that the alleged reconciliation between Mr. Song and the Old Lady was far from the truth.

If he wasn't even aware of his own mother's health condition, could he still be considered a son?

Meanwhile, most people looked with admiration towards Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Song Moting showed what true filial piety was.

For the sake of his grandmother's health, he was willing to risk his reputation and, to protect the Song family's name, didn't even explain himself, bearing everything alone.

Such a child is truly an exemplary one.