"Si Yu, you need to manage your wife." Tang Mingli shouted in exasperation, as Meng Siyu stood in front of him, making it impossible for him to fight back.
His limited skills were usually enough to handle an average guy, but when it came to Meng Siyu... it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"What Xiao Yue said wasn’t wrong either, you do get jealous easily," Meng Siyu said, following Tang Yue’s words.
Tang Mingli was like a cat whose sore spots had been touched, shaking his hand as he said, "Meng Siyu, you still have the nerve to say that about others. You’re the most jealous one. What would you say if someone pursued Xiao Yue? Wouldn’t you be worried?"
"I’m afraid you’d be more sour than me." Tang Mingli pinched his nose, as if he could already smell vinegar.
"What do I have to worry about?" Meng Siyu retorted, calmly replying, "If Xiao Yue were to look at another man, it would surely be because I’m not doing well enough."
"Are you saying you’d let her go?" Tang Mingli looked at Meng Siyu with a face full of surprise.
Given Tang Mingli’s understanding of Meng Siyu, even though Meng Siyu appeared indifferent, he was inherently very domineering. How could someone like him ever let go?
Tang Yue also listened intently.
Meng Siyu gazed at Tang Yue, a slight smile forming at the corner of his lips, and said, "There won’t be a chance."
"Tch."
Tang Mingli refused to give up and pouted.
"Then I’ll have to watch your performance closely." Tang Yue smiled sweetly, saying this.
"Alright."
Meng Siyu wasn’t one to make promises about the future, but his every action was a plan for their future together.
"I can’t stand you guys."
Tang Mingli couldn’t help but feel goosebumps all over, wanting to retort but knowing that Meng Siyu was too clever.
"Jiajia, I’ll do better in the future too." Tang Mingli looked at Wei Jiajia with a fawning expression.
Wei Jiajia glanced at him and said, "Just stop upsetting me, and that will be good enough."
Tang Mingli looked at Wei Jiajia awkwardly, having done some foolish things in the past, knowing well that he was in the wrong to start with.
"Xiao Yue, even though your little uncle is now a father of two and people are calling him ’Mr. Tang,’ his nature is still the same as before." Wei Jiajia explained.
Tang Yue playfully blinked and said, "Little aunt, don’t I know my little uncle? But let’s be honest, my little uncle is just a jar of vinegar himself. Little aunt hasn’t changed a bit over the years; you’re still as beautiful and charming as ever. It’s no wonder my little uncle gets uneasy."
Tang You’an was already nine years old, but when Wei Jiajia walked with Tang You’an, they looked like siblings. Despite the passage of time maturing her look, her signature dimples still echoed her youthfulness when she smiled; she looked like a girl in her early twenties.
"Nonsense, I’m old, it’s you who’s still young." Wei Jiajia cleared her throat and changed the subject, asking, "Xiao Yue, did Xiao Yan and Xiao Yang work things out?"
Wei Jiajia glanced towards Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan, who were sitting on the sofa, chatting with Zhang Hualian. Lian Qingyang was so eager to please that Wei Jiajia couldn’t stop staring at him. Except for playing games or spending time with the kids, since when was he so attentive to a girl other than Tang Yue?
Look at the way Lian Qingyang gazes at Jin Yan; you could feel the affection in his eyes even from this distance.
Is this what it’s like when the passion of new love blossoms?
The last time she saw them, Lian Qingyang and Jin Yan were still bickering like little enemies. How much time had passed?

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