At this moment, in a corner of the banquet, Li Feihuan, dressed in white, held a wine glass in his hand. He looked at Zhao Siqing on the stage and laughed softly.
Tsk, this woman's ability to lie through her teeth was really not inferior to his.
Looking at her deeply moving appearance, those who did not know would think that she was affectionate and affectionate.
Li Feihuan drank a mouthful of wine, and a hint of interest flashed across his eyes. He only felt that this woman was far more interesting than what he saw.
However, he had to admit that even though she was also making things up, her unhurried appearance was more convincing than anyone else. She was not as laughable as other women.
Zhao Siqing accurately grasped Zhao Xingan's psychology. Her words made Zhao Xingan's eyes redden, and he was quite moved.
Meanwhile, the people below the stage were looking at her attentively, occasionally nodding their heads.
After Zhao Siqing finished speaking, she looked up at Jiang Xueqing and said, "of course, I still have to thank Auntie Jiang. Ever since I stepped into this villa, she has treated me as a family. She is extremely meticulous and considerate, giving me the warmth of a mother. "
"I am really ashamed. I am ashamed of my suspicions and enmity towards her before I came here. Auntie Jiang, I hope you can forgive me. "
Jiang Xueqing maintained a gentle smile on her face. After a long time, her face turned stiff.
What was this Zhao Siqing up to?
What kind of heart did she have to praise her so highly.
Jiang Xueqing could only reply with a smile, "Qingqing, what are you saying? What do you mean by 'forgive' . You are Xing 'An's child, so naturally, you are my child. You are so beautiful and sensible. I like you more than anything. Come here whenever you have time in the future. This will always be your home."
Zhao Siqing's expression did not change, but she could not help but sigh at how Jiang Xueqing had been able to coax her father all these years.
Look at what she said. She was so likable.
"Auntie Jiang, no one has ever treated me so well. I am really... really very touched, " Zhao Siqing said softly, and the corners of her eyes were slightly watery.
Zhao Xingan, who was at the side, only felt that Zhao Siqing must have suffered a great injustice all these years. She had never felt motherly love. After all, with Yang Jingqiu's personality, how could she expect her to be gentle and considerate towards Qing Qing?
Thinking of this, Zhao Xingan looked at Jiang Xueqing and said, "Xueqing, although Siqing isn't your child, I'm really glad that you can treat her as your own daughter. You've worked hard all these years. "
"Xingan, these are my responsibilities. I just wish that I could have met Qing Qing earlier so that I could take better care of her, " Jiang Xueqing said gently.
Zhao Xingan was quite satisfied with the scene of the mother being kind and Filial to her son on the stage.
Both his vanity and self-esteem were greatly satisfied.
Zhao Xingan concluded with a few more words, then waved his hand and announced the start of the banquet.
As soon as he stepped off the stage, many people came up to him and Jiang Xueqing to compliment him.
"Old Zhao, your wife is really virtuous... what more could a husband ask for if he could get a wife like this! "
"yeah, your daughters are simply immortals. All the good things in the world have been taken up by you. I wonder how many lifetimes you've been blessed! "
"I've always heard of Madam Zhao's wisdom. Now that I've seen her, she's indeed extraordinary. "
"Old Zhao, tell me, how did you train your wife so well? Do you have any secret recipes? "
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Zhao Siqing looked at this scene, and her face held an impeccable smile.
She was actually a cold-blooded and cold-blooded person. Her feelings for this cheap father had probably dissipated in the abandoned years.
But he was her father after all. If some good words could remind him of their father-daughter relationship, why wouldn't she do it?
It was better than him being brainwashed by Jiang Xueqing and her mother, all aiming at himself.