"Thank you, Aunt Meng." Xiao Heng smiled lightly, resembling the glow of dawn.
Madam Meng's chest trembled, and she thought to herself: My son-in-law is really handsome!
Meng Jingyi complained, "Mom, you're so biased."
Everyone teased Madam Meng, making her feel quite embarrassed, "Why are you all looking at me? Eat your meat before it gets cold."
Madam Tang teased, "I say, Wen Lin, Jingheng is only 18 this year, but you seem so anxious!"
Madam Tang's son, Young Master Tang, said, "Mom, you might not know this, but Ah Heng is the nation's recognized ideal son-in-law—handsome, young, as rich as a country, and most importantly, scandal-free. If I had a sister, you'd probably be more desperate than Aunt Meng."
"Hahaha, couldn't agree more..." Everyone laughed heartily.
Meng Jiang was beaming, "Come on, what do you guys know!"
Mr. Tang teased, "Oh, Old Meng, that comment sounds promising!"
Meng Jingyi silently beat her chest: Am I digging my own grave?
