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"I don't fancy the open and free Western style. Just give up on that idea, and live a good life with your fiancée. I think Leng Wanxin is quite exceptional, a clear picture of a capable and strong businesswoman."
"She's fine, but I just don't like her, and she doesn't like me. We are worlds apart and were forced together; it's only a matter of time before we divorce. You and Qiao Chutian will end up the same way, divorcing sooner or later!"
From the kitchen, Mai Xiaomai's mother heard this conversation again and quickly came out. She seriously and sternly said to Feng Qinglang, "Qinglang, how can you curse my Xiaomai like this? She and Chutian will grow old together for sure!"
"Alright, alright, I misspoke, Auntie forgive me, Mai Zi forgive me!"
Feng Qinglang said this and mockingly slapped his own cheek.
"That's more like it, I'll continue making the sturgeon feast!"
Mai Xiaomai's mother dashed back to the kitchen.
"Your mom's got quite the sharp ears!"
