Mrs. Yang!
Could she be... Yang Yunhai’s mother?
Meng Feifei was moments away from tears. Wasn’t it said that Yang Yunhai never had a good relationship with his parents since childhood?
So why are they out shopping together today?
Meng Feifei anxiously looked at her own mother, realizing she hadn’t known the woman’s identity earlier, leading her to say that sentence, "Aunt, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were Brother Yang’s mother."
Su Rumei felt like she was on an emotional roller coaster today.
Initially fearing her daughter liked an old man, she was shocked, then relieved to find out it was the son of the old man she liked, but soon her daughter had offended the mother of her romantic interest.
Sigh... And now she had to apologize so humbly.
Her daughter was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, when had she ever spoken such soft words?
What a disaster.
"No problem." Wang Shuyun waved her hand nonchalantly.
After all, it wasn’t someone important.
"They’re coming out, they’re coming out." Just as Meng Feifei was about to speak, Wang Shuyun suddenly stood up excitedly from her seat, nudged Yang Aiguo beside her, and tugged her son’s arm, "Ready?"
What is there to prepare for?
Yang Aiguo was a bit puzzled, and equally puzzled were Su Rumei and her daughter.
But seeing the three people’s gazes fixed in one direction, they followed their eyes over.
A girl emerged with a smile.
Meng Feifei thought she was already pretty, but upon seeing that girl, she felt an instant of inferiority.
That especially clean smile made her suddenly afraid to meet her gaze.
"Does... does it look good?" The girl’s voice was clear, flashing two little canine teeth when she spoke, truly beautiful.
The clothes didn’t overshadow her; instead, they made her appear even more delicate and lovely.
Meng Feifei questioned herself; even if such clothes were on her, they might not have the same effect.
"It looks good." Yang Yunhai nodded seriously, "Very beautiful."
The tone was indescribably gentle, completely different from the cold and distant demeanor earlier.
Wait...
Meng Feifei blinked, carefully looking at the girl again.
Familiar.
She did look a bit familiar.
How could it be her!
Meng Feifei’s eyes widened in shock, "Gu Lingling, why are you here?"
Her voice was a bit sharp, almost harried.
Can you blame her for being angry?
Gu Lingling, whom she always found unpleasant, the one who caused her such a great humiliation that even remembering it brought a painful flush to her cheeks.
Don’t tell her that Gu Lingling is Yang Yunhai’s fiancée.
"No, no, impossible." Meng Feifei stepped back two steps, feeling defeated; it couldn’t be true.
The handsome and charming Yang Yunhai, the ideal marriage prospect in every aristocratic lady’s mind in Capital City, how could he marry a country girl!
This is unthinkable!
Is he blind? What help could a country girl be to him?
Meng Feifei looked at Yang Yunhai incredulously, and saw him walk over to Gu Lingling, straighten her clothes, "This outfit suits you well."
Meng Feifei, "..."
As for her earlier question, Yang Yunhai chose to ignore it, and Gu Lingling was also too lazy to answer her.
Who does she think she is?
Why can’t she be here?
It’s truly laughable.
However, what puzzled Gu Lingling was Su Rumei’s expression.
Why did her expression look like she’d seen a ghost?