Chapter 1790: 1790 Each Harboring Their Own Thoughts ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 “‘Dad’ has said so, then let’s leave it at that.” Su Qingyue’s face also showed an innocent smile. Since this couple wants to put on a show, she’ll play along. Don’t think she doesn’t know what these two are plotting. Given the grudges between her and the Xiao couple, it’s either your death or my demise. It’s impossible for any so-called reconciliation. If she guessed right, these two old foxes want to swallow her Tianji Pavilion. Just as well… Third Brother also wants to swallow the Xiao Family. Only by reconciling can people know she, Third Brother, and the Xiao couple are ‘loving and harmonious.’ Someday when this couple suddenly dies, Third Brother, as the only son, can rightfully take over the Xiao Family without provoking strong resistance from the other branches of the Xiao Clan. This old couple has no heirs. If she and Third Brother don’t bite into the big piece of fat that is the Xiao Family, others will still divide it up. Survival of the fittest, an eternal truth. Since things have come to this, she and Third Brother have spent years climbing upward by any means necessary, expanding their power, and won’t be kind enough to let go of such immense opportunities. What does it matter if Third Brother isn’t the Xiao couple’s flesh and blood? The Xiao couple thinks he is, and the people of the world think he is, that’s enough. If she were a person overly consumed by conscience, or even a bit weaker, how could she have survived until today? Step back; the Xiao couple would never let her off either. “Oh, Yue’er is indeed generous.” Shen Yun eagerly grasped Su Qingyue’s hand, smiling broadly as she said to Xiao Chonghuan, “Master, see how Yue’er truly has the demeanor of a well-bred young lady.” Su Qingyue smiled, though sarcastically inside; every time they met before, Shen Yun would call her a village girl and disgrace her lowly origins. This old hag’s act… She awkwardly pulled back her hand, “Lady Xiao, you overpraise me.” “You’ve called Master Dad, yet still call me Lady Xiao. That seems too distant,” Shen Yun said. “You should call me Grandma.” “Grandma.” Su Qingyue called softly, and with that obedient look, she indeed appeared as the model wife. “Ah!” Shen Yun responded, wiping her tear-drops with the handkerchief and trembling her shoulders as if deeply moved and crying, “I am so ‘touched’ by your calling me Grandma!” Su Qingyue glanced at her, knowing well her fake tears, her eyes were dry except for wrinkles, without a drop of tear. Old hag, just keep acting, “Grandma, if there were any wrongs I had as a wife before, I ask for your leniency.” The living room presented a touching scene of Dad, Grandma, and the good wife. Anyone unaware might think these three had a wonderful relationship. “By the way, where’s Ye’er?” Shen Yun looked around, “He’s been here for a while, yet I haven’t seen Ye’er. I truly ‘miss him greatly.'” Her face smiled like a blooming yellow flower, a radiant smile, yet the aged skin only resembled wilting flowers. While smiling, she recalled how Su Xuanye had once ordered servants to fling filth at her, wishing she could seize that bastard and slash him ten to a dozen times before skinning him and feeding the flesh to dogs! “Grandma, Ye’er is right here!” Su Xuanye’s tender voice rang out, and the next moment, he entered the living room accompanied by Xiao Yuchuan. When the Xiao couple saw this bastard, their hearts surged with immense rage, though Xiao Chonghuan’s face showed a benevolent expression, “Ye’er, will you now call Grandma, and perhaps call Grandpa too?” “Grandpa!” Little Ye’er called sweetly.