If she wondered about her capacity to hurt others, now she knew. Her heart ached, ached so deeply…
Every Christmas Eve was also the Tang clan’s family gathering. Over three generations, with marriage alliances, it had gradually become a large gathering. Where there are people, there are business opportunities, and many business people were happy to join, so the Tang family’s Christmas party had become an indispensable event in high society.
Because Tang men traditionally died young, their partners had to be capable women who could hold up half the sky. They didn’t necessarily need business acumen, but absolutely required social skills to be a competent and thorough hostess, able to handle various details independently, preventing her husband from worrying about family and clan relationships.
Tang Hua’s branch, having held the clan leadership position for three generations and been most successful, had become the clan’s leaders, with all internal and external affairs managed by the hostess.
Therefore, Tang’s mother had never approved of her son marrying Xiao Susu from the beginning. Based on external considerations, she was certain that such an incredibly introverted woman could never fulfill the role of a Tang daughter-in-law. But seeing her son was already madly in love, she didn’t say much more. Tang’s mother had always doted on her son and naturally respected his choice.
However, her impression of her daughter-in-law was reserved. The only condition for accepting Susu was that she made her son happy. But after seven years of marriage, her once passionate and lively son had become an introverted, unhappy man. As a mother, how could she not feel heartache seeing this?
My parents went abroad and sent my older brother’s family to show support. “Hey, handsome guy, don’t have a dance partner tonight? How about I introduce my chubby niece to you?” He teased Tang Xueqian, who was sitting quietly.
“Uncle Shi, I’m still young and don’t need a dance partner.”
“That’s right! He is mine!” An abrupt possessive tone interrupted them, coming from Du Feifan, who was holding a mountain-like pointed food.
“Who are you?” Shi Zhongcheng found her somewhat familiar.
“Aunt Du?” Tang Xueqian’s steady tone added several points of surprise.
