Originally, Lian Qingzhi and Lian Qingling just planned to try their luck, not expecting to actually encounter Xue Zhiyuan.
"Sister Xiao Yue, please help Sister Xuan." Lian Qingling and her sister completely regarded Tang Yue as their savior.
Back when Mo Xiaoyu’s situation emerged, they knew a bit about it, and considering how Mo Xiaoyu managed to pull through, they couldn’t believe it was without Tang Yue’s help.
On the day of the wedding banquet, they saw Mo Xiaoyu, her face full of happiness, her eyes brimming with confidence, unlike what one would expect from a divorced woman.
Tang Yue retracted her gaze, feeling more disgusted as she kept watching the couple in the corner, especially with Xue Zhiyuan’s deep gaze, it was revolting.
Clearly, he had a beautiful wife at home, yet he was attracted to a plain young girl in her early twenties, a girl who was nowhere near the caliber of Lian Qingxuan.
"I can only promise to try persuading, but things between a couple are the hardest for outsiders to involve themselves in," Tang Yue laid it out frankly.
Lian Qingzhi and Lian Qingling nodded vigorously, thinking that Tang Yue’s intervention might bring a breakthrough.
The sisters truly felt sorry for Lian Qingxuan.
After eating the cake, Tang Yue filled up her belly and specifically took some extra pieces home, for her parents to enjoy, and for her mother-in-law Mo Xiaolin who also loved cakes.
Though she wasn’t sure if Mo Xiaolin would return to the villa at Xiangquan Lake, saving some couldn’t be wrong.
Hmm, she mustn’t forget Aunt Lian Tong.
Tang Yue continued packing and ended up with a small pile of desserts, two bags filled to the brim.
Tired from a day’s work, Tang Yue brought the cake back home, and Lian Tong was so excited that she eagerly wanted to hug Tang Yue, yet Tang Yue kept reminding Lian Tong that she was pregnant and shouldn’t be too excited or jump around.
"Xiao Yue, you’re so good, I love eating this," Lian Tong praised while eating the cake, her brows and eyes filled with joy, she said: "Is this from the shop next to Hai University? This flavor is the most authentic and delicious."
"Too bad I’m pregnant and can’t go anywhere, otherwise I would have liked to join you," Lian Tong said with regret as she thought about it.
Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian weren’t much into sweets, they had a bite and left the rest for Lian Tong.
Meng Jin and Mo Xiaolin returned together, with Mo Xiaolin explaining how she had been helping at Mo Xiaoyu’s place, hence her late return today.
Mo Xiaolin kept talking about Zhang Hualian’s hard work in looking after the two children.
"Mom, you came back just at the right time, I saved you something delicious," Tang Yue handed the last portion of desserts to Mo Xiaolin and said: "Sister Xiaoyu will return tomorrow, right? There’s nothing today?"
"Almost done, the guests are being entertained at the hotel, as for Mo family relatives, aside from the eldest and second brother’s families, the rest have returned," Mo Xiaolin answered while her gaze couldn’t leave the cake!
"Have you guys eaten?" Mo Xiaolin indeed loved sweets, but as an elder, she didn’t feel it was appropriate to take it directly.
"We’ve eaten, Aunt is full, and my mom also ate some, this is specifically saved for you," Tang Yue explained: "I was even worried that you’d be too busy to come back today, planning to put it in the fridge."
"Xiao Yue is really considerate," Mo Xiaolin complimented, being extremely satisfied with her daughter-in-law Tang Yue, indeed treating her like her own daughter.
The bustling evening was warm and happy.
Tang Yue felt a bit regretful, wishing Meng Siyu was here too, for it to truly be a family reunion.
At night, Tang Yue accompanied Zaozao and Chenchen, who were already asleep, asking: "Zaozao, when do you think your dad will come home?"
"Yiyah~" Zaozao grinned, showing her soft gums, extremely adorable.
"Chenchen, do you miss dad?" Tang Yue touched her daughter’s little hand, chubby and soft.

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