The one in front was Su Xi, and behind him was An Jin. He wore wide-sleeved light robes, standing like a graceful tree in a forest, drawing attention. The beautiful young girl beside him, smiling charmingly, was Su Hui, the most renowned young lady of Yanfeng.
“Who is that woman?” My mother had a hint of hostility in her eyes.
Chapter Thirty-One: Mother-in-Law Turbulence
“Mother-in-law, what a coincidence.” An Jin subtly pushed aside Su Hui, his expression somewhat ingratiating. “Out shopping for embroidery with A Yao?”
My mother glared at him and pulled me over. “A Yao came specifically to learn embroidery. Look at her hand, it’s bleeding! Your husband doesn’t even care to show some sympathy.”
An Jin hastily nodded, walking over to look at my hand. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head, showing him the embroidered silk scarf. “I embroidered this. How does it look?”
Su Hui stood alone on one side, feeling awkward. Su Xi and Su’s madam discovered the situation and came over, taking her away. The onlookers, finding no more excitement, dispersed.
An Jin noticed the flowers on the silk scarf, his expression suddenly freezing.
“Master An,” Jiang Yunqiao suddenly walked over lightly.
An Jin tucked the silk scarf into his chest, smiling: “Didn’t expect Miss Jiang to be here.”
“I’m choosing a silk scarf for General Shen,” Jiang Yunqiao glanced at me meaningfully. “We had a delightful conversation. Master An truly has good taste, marrying such a clever and considerate wife.”
An Jin put his arm around my shoulder. “Miss Jiang is too kind.”
I hadn’t expected this potential storm to be so easily diffused. Although An Jin and Su Hui hadn’t done anything inappropriate, given my mother’s temper, she would normally raise hell. But she only cast a distant glance at Su Hui without saying more.
I breathed a sigh of relief. An Jin appeared calm on the surface, but his palms were sweating.
However, right after leaving the embroidery shop, my mother pulled me home and locked An Jin outside, throwing out a cryptic remark.
“Yao Yao, a man who’s not fully committed is not worth keeping.”
I could imagine An Jin’s awkward desperation outside, scratching his head and calling out to no avail.
The competition’s final day was approaching.
