Mrs. Song was seething, but she had to force herself to remain composed for the sake of appearances. The suffocating frustration was enough to make a person snap at any second.
She enunciated each word, "This is Zhenbao and Yuanbin’s engagement party, not your wedding!"
"And to think I felt bad, thinking I had been selfish for preventing you from meeting your birth parents. I went out of my way to invite them here, and this is how you repay us?"
Xia Zhaoyun looked as startled as a frightened rabbit, immediately darting behind Huo Tianhao and timidly tugging on the hem of his jacket.
The guests quickly gathered around Mrs. Song, trying to placate her. "Old Yan, today is a happy occasion for the young couple, Song Zhenbao and Tong Yuanbin. What’s there to be angry about? You should be celebrating..."
"It’s true that Yun is a newlywed, and we haven’t even had her wedding candy yet. Her wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event, too. You should be more understanding."
"We’ve all been that age. Weren’t we all eager to tell the whole world back then?"
After placating her, the guests’ curiosity was piqued again. "But Old Yan, what’s this about Yun’s birth parents?"
Mrs. Song’s anger gradually faded, replaced by a look of smug satisfaction as she glanced at Xia Zhaoyun.
’Age and experience always triumph. The more triumphant Xia Zhaoyun acts now, the more pathetic she’ll look when she meets her real family!’
She cleared her throat. "Old Zhang, your daughter and son-in-law are here. Aren’t you going to come out and greet them?"
"You raised Zhenbao for eighteen years, and in turn, we raised Yun for you. She’s a grown woman now. She found a man and got married all on her own, without a single word to her family."
"You’re her blood relatives. That’s a bond that can never be broken. As they say, blood is thicker than water."
A middle-aged couple stepped forward, looking completely out of place among the other guests. They were dressed in coarse, dark blue and black clothes, their faces were etched with wrinkles, and their hair was graying at the temples. With dull, unsettling eyes, they stared at the woman in red, then glanced at the tall, imposing man beside her, their hearts burning with a fervent heat.
The woman ran forward, wiping away tears. "Oh, my poor, suffering daughter! Your mother has been worried sick about you..."
Xia Zhaoyun’s eyes darkened as she watched them. She gently tugged Huo Tianhao out of the way and, just before the woman could lunge at her again, she chuckled softly. "Ma’am, are you certain?"
"Leaving everything else aside... you and your husband both have monolids. Is it possible for you to have a daughter with double eyelids like me?"

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