Wen Liangyu suddenly stood up with such force that he knocked over the bowls and chopsticks on the table in front of him. The chair was pushed back, making an unpleasant noise on the floor, signaling his dissatisfaction and anger!
The wrath of the Old Patriarch Wen was indeed not something that ordinary people could bear.
"What a fool I am to be in such good health at this old age! I’m not dead yet! Otherwise, if I saw such unworthy descendants, I wouldn’t be able to rest in peace even beneath the nine springs!"
"Ah Nian, having someone with no connection to you take the Wen surname, and doing so without consulting grandfather or dad, really is going a bit too far."
Xiao Ziyan could already sense that Wen Liangyu’s feelings were beyond simple anger and irritation.
The air in the entire hall was thick as if it were a battlefield.
"Wen Xun will live with Lili and me in the future, so taking the Wen surname is good for him. You don’t need to elevate this matter to the level of the family’s honor or our ancestors’ legacy."
Wen Nian spoke calmly, already referring to Tang Xiaocao as Wen Xun.
Wen Liangyu’s face turned ashen, his gaze fixed firmly on Wen Nian. Xiao Ziyan glanced over, pursed her lips, and quickly, crossing in front of Wen Nian, whispered to Song Lili,
"Xiao Li, please persuade Ah Nian not to be so radical for now. Provoking grandfather to the extreme benefits neither Ah Nian nor you, nor your future."
Song Lili was silent.
Xiao Ziyan furrowed her brow, "Do you really want to see Ah Nian completely fall out with his father and grandfather?"
Song Lili glanced at Wen Nian, then at a bewildered Tang Xiaocao, and said resolutely to Xiao Ziyan,
"I respect and support all of Wen Nian’s decisions."
Xiao Ziyan was exceptionally beautiful, appearing to be in her thirties despite being in her fifties.
Wen Nian’s beauty resembled that of Xiao Ziyan.
Song Lili’s words shocked Xiao Ziyan, who gave her a longer look, as if those extra seconds helped her understand Song Lili better.
Despite their whispers, sitting at the same table, Wen Liangyu could not possibly have failed to hear them.
Four years ago, at his birthday feast, his meticulous planning had not succeeded in taking the girl’s life; one must admit she had a strong will to live.
At that time, he knew this girl named Song Lili was no ordinary person.
At the age of twenty, she had dared to defy him, already beginning to show her edge.
Wen Liangyu only regretted not having eliminated this woman once and for all, which would have prevented the current situation.
He was like a full-grown eagle, with wings too strong and hard to break so easily now.
He looked at Wen Nian, his most beloved and most hopeful grandson...
The descendants of the Wen Family were all outstanding, but Wen Nian was one in a million.
He had personally nurtured him, invested untold effort, and watched him rise to a high position with power, only now, to potentially destroy it all by his own hand...
To say that didn’t hurt or feel like a waste would be a lie.
But a chess piece that is not used by oneself is ultimately a wasted piece.
"You have your convictions, and I have mine. As long as I, Wen Liangyu, live another day, the Wen Family will not recognize Song Lili as a daughter-in-law, much less any Wen Xun! Wen Nian, you had better have the capacity to protect your wife well! You’re still too green to talk big in front of me!"
Wen Liangyu threw the cup in front of him and left the seat in a rage.
Wen Chou and Xiao Ziyan immediately followed...
Gradually, only about half of the people remained in the banquet hall, seated as if it never crossed their minds to leave.
The Wen Family, without realizing it, had already divided into two camps.