CHAPTER 368: 353 WILL YOUR MOTHER LIKE ME?

According to Jiang Jinghuai, his mother has a relatively gentle personality.

After saying this, he didn’t mention anything about his sister.

Tian Sangsang wasn’t worried about other things; her main concern was her mother-in-law. Winning over the mother-in-law was the most critical task. In her eyes, mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law were like rivals in love from a past life. How would you feel if the son you raised so diligently got taken away by a lazy pig? But then, sometimes Tian Sangsang thought, does marrying into the family mean she has to work herself to the bone? Definitely not. A good daughter-in-law has to learn how to balance things well, helping out both inside and outside the household.

Because of this worry, Tian Sangsang couldn’t sleep the night before. When Jiang Jinghuai reached out to her for that thing in the middle of the night, she was too tense for him to even enter.

The situation was tantalizingly awkward.

He kissed her lightly, "Sangbao, relax..."

She seemed not to hear him, her eyes glimmering brightly in the dark. "Will your mom like me?"

Drenched in sweat, he muttered hoarsely, "You silly girl, are you still worrying about that? My mom’s not some monstrous beast."

"She’s scarier than a monstrous beast." Reacting to this, Tian Sangsang pushed him away and sat up abruptly on the bed, not caring about the chill in the half-covered room. With a tone as if discussing serious matters, she said, "Precisely because she’s your mom, I’m worried. If it were someone else’s mom, would I be this anxious? Just give me an answer already."

"Over time, she’ll see your lovable side," Jiang Jinghuai replied. "Relax, she’s not unreasonable. Now can we continue?"

This response made Tian Sangsang feel even less secure, but a certain someone had already pressed her back down. Gradually, her body heated up, and her stray thoughts began to drift. His words weren’t the end; he leaned closer to her ear, breathing warm air onto it: "No matter how much you overthink now, you won’t see her until the moment you do. When you meet her, everything will be crystal clear."

Seeing her lips quiver slightly and her eyes wide with a look as though she was about to say something else, his heart sank quickly, and his thin lips pressed against hers to silence her. She wasn’t particularly invested in this, her hands resisting against his shoulders as she whimpered softly, only to quickly find even that avenue blocked beneath her.

The world finally felt complete. Jiang Jinghuai let out a low, quiet sigh, held her by the waist, and started moving. It was rare for his wife to be this fixated on his mother—a strange turn of events where his dear mother inadvertently played the role of an unwanted obstacle.

**

The morning of their departure was a beautiful day, with no snow outside.

Tian Sangsang hesitated, opting for an understated and elegant look, avoiding anything too flashy or brightly colored. She dressed in cotton boots, long pants, a sweater, and an overcoat. The coat was beige and nearly reached her knees. Her hair, previously styled into soft curls, was restrained and appeared dignified rather than flirtatious. To keep things simple, she tied her hair into a neat bun.

Once ready, she nervously stood in front of Jiang Jinghuai and spun around. "What do you think of this outfit?"

"Hmm, very wholesome." Jiang Jinghuai stifled a sigh, his eyes briefly darkening. "Honestly, I’d love to find a way to hide your face completely." In truth, her outfit didn’t matter much; what mattered was her face. He knew his mother well—if you asked him what kind of woman his mom liked, his answer would be: anyone who doesn’t look like Tian Sangsang. Basically, anyone who didn’t resemble a vixen.

He really married someone destined to poke at his mother’s sore spots.

But what could he do? He loved her.

Tian Sangsang narrowed her eyes at him. "Why?"

"You’re too beautiful. I don’t want anyone looking at you." Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her into his embrace so others couldn’t see his expression. "Little demon, Sangbao."

Tian Sangsang couldn’t shake the feeling that he was acting strange today. She stepped back slightly to examine his face and cautiously asked, "Will your mom really like me?"

She had already asked this question countless times.

Jiang Jinghuai, of course, noticed her nervousness, but he could only feel helpless: "Sangsang, you don’t need to worry too much, and you don’t need to cater too much to my family."

"You still have me." He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I’ll always stand behind you."

That pretty much confirmed his mom wouldn’t like her. Tian Sangsang’s previously cheerful mood sank with worry, though she kept it quietly buried in her heart. Clearly, a tough battle lay ahead.

"If your mom and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first, Jiang Jinghuai?"

Jiang Jinghuai teasingly pinched her cheek. "That’s an easy one—I’d save both of you."

This response... Tian Sangsang could only drop it.

The train ride from Beijiang to Beijing took almost two days. Throughout the journey, Jiang Jinghuai kept holding her hand to comfort her—this little woman was way too nervous. But from the faint darkness in his eyes, it was clear he was equally tense.

Upon arriving at Beijing Train Station, someone was there to pick them up—Jiang Jinghuai’s family driver, Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang had worked for the Jiang Family for many years and had already heard about Jiang Jinghuai bringing his wife and child home. Seeing Tian Sangsang and Meng Shuyan, he couldn’t help but size them up a little.

They both looked good, but he’d heard they were from the countryside. Would their worldview be up to par?

The sentry opened the gate to the compound, and the car drove inside, revealing rows of quaint villas. He noticed that, for a pair from the countryside, they seemed quite polished. They didn’t talk unnecessarily, nor did they gape around curiously. Uncle Wang had no biases against country folk, and seeing their demeanor gave him a slightly better impression of them.

Tian Sangsang was certainly not the kind of person who would chatter mindlessly in the wrong setting. Setting aside the presence of sentries guarding the place, the elegant and refined environment within this compound made her naturally respectful and composed. She definitely wouldn’t do anything to lower her status.

The car stopped in front of a distinctively styled courtyard—it was Jiang Jinghuai’s family home. Jiang Jinghuai did not live in the ancestral residence; that was where his uncle’s family stayed. His immediate family lived separately.

Behind the car were their luggage and the gifts they brought along.

On the way here, Tian Sangsang had asked Jiang Jinghuai if they needed to prepare gifts for his parents. Jiang Jinghuai said it wasn’t necessary—they didn’t lack anything. Tian Sangsang thought about it and agreed. Her current role was as a daughter-in-law, not as Jiang Jinghuai’s girlfriend. While gifts weren’t needed for his parents, it was necessary to prepare them for his relatives.

After getting out of the car, they unloaded their luggage and Meng Shuyan.

Meng Shuyan was a little nervous, holding tightly onto his mom’s hand and obediently staying by her side. In a completely unfamiliar environment, it was natural for the little boy to be equally curious and anxious.

An aunt came out from the courtyard to help carry their luggage inside. Jiang Jinghuai called her Aunt Zhang, and judging by her demeanor, she seemed to be a housekeeper or something similar with considerable seniority.

Tian Sangsang memorized her name while simultaneously noticing a man and a woman standing in the courtyard.

When Ye Binyi saw the son she had been longing for, her eyes immediately lit up and focused solely on him. She smiled wide and came forward to embrace her son, saying, "You’re finally back, Jinghuai."

"Mm, Mom." Jiang Jinghuai hugged his mother briefly, his voice slightly muffled. "I’m home."

Tian Sangsang was now certain the man and woman were Jiang Jinghuai’s parents. Jiang’s father, dressed in a dark formal suit, exuded a refined elegance and seemed easy-going at first glance.