*Click*
The intimate moment between Xiong Rui and Zhang Wei was abruptly shattered by the sound of the main door clicking open.
Mrs. Li burst into the Xiong household, her voice carrying through the house. "Haha! Mrs. Xiong, where are you? My wonderful son-in-law is here, and I thought we'd show him around the village," she announced with a mocking laughter that seemed aimed more at impressing people than genuine hospitality.
Behind her trailed Li Jie, her discomfort masked by a practiced calm demeanor. She was all too aware of her role as a backup plan, having worked tirelessly to ensure Duan Yu's presence.
Duan Yu, a man of 35, followed with an air of arrogance, his eyes sweeping around the house with a look of disdainful pride. The self-assured tilt of his chin spoke volumes of his perceived superiority.
