CHAPTER 403: AFTER GETTING A WIFE, ONE FORGETS HIS MOTHER.

Ye Binyi paid no mind to Jiang Jinghuai’s father’s remorse; how could actions be forgotten just because you say so? She grabbed her stuff and went downstairs, calling out to her son who was eating, "Jinghuai, Aunt Zhang made some white fungus lotus seed porridge, don’t forget to have some."

Jiang Jinghuai wasn’t into that; wasn’t that woman’s food?

He nodded, "Mom, I know, I’ll give it to Sangsang to eat." She was worn out last night; it’s only fair to replenish her strength.

Ye Binyi held her breath with frustration: "..." Stupid brat! Married and forgotten his own mother!

"Oh, right, give some to Yanyan... and Wenxiu, make sure you have plenty."

"Okay, Mom." Jia Wenxiu responded sweetly, then lowered her head and quietly ate her food. She actually wanted to say a few words about Tian Sangsang to please Ye Binyi, but with Jiang Jinghuai there, she didn’t dare to speak.

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Tian Sangsang woke up under a strong ray of sunlight.

She blinked in a daze, then tapped her forehead in frustration.

Judging by the dazzling and overbearing sunlight, her mother-in-law and father-in-law were definitely already off to work. But when she woke up earlier, it was clearly still the middle of the night—she’d only slept for a few hours; wasn’t it still early?

No, wait...

Jiang Jinghuai!

She practically felt like killing someone!

She sat up and stared out the window absent-mindedly. For some reason, she hadn’t given up hope yet. She was still longing for her mother-in-law to have a change of heart toward her. Yet, on second thought, even if she woke up early, her mother-in-law probably wouldn’t spare her another glance. So why bother holding on? What was the point?

The aftermath of last night’s indulgence left her whole body aching, especially between her legs where the pain was sharp. Tian Sangsang glanced at herself, got dressed, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes before heading downstairs.

Seeing the culprit, her beautiful eyes burned with fury.

Before she could say anything, a certain someone thoughtfully passed her a steaming bowl of porridge. His deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Sangbao, eat up. My mom specifically told Aunt Zhang to make this for you."

Under the dual temptation of his voice and the food, Tian Sangsang rubbed her empty stomach, and whatever anger she had melted away. She sat opposite him, stirred the porridge with a spoon, and raised her gaze with a blissful smile. "Mom is so good to me."

That was merely polite talk. She knew full well Ye Binyi would never actively order someone to make porridge for her. If such a day ever came, that porridge would most certainly be poisoned—whether it be saffron or the deadly caladium herb.

Jiang Jinghuai said, "I’m good to you too."

Oh my, the more she listened to that line, the more charming it sounded.

Tian Sangsang’s heart was as sweet as honey. She scooped a bit of porridge and held it up. "Come on, darling, here’s your reward—have a bite."

Meng Shuyan, sitting nearby, felt like a third wheel. Suddenly, he raised his little hand and softly emphasized, "Mommy, I’m the best to you too!"

Tian Sangsang looked at him and turned the spoon in another direction. "That’s right, in this world, Mommy loves you the most. Come on, take a bite."

Feeling loved under his mother’s gaze, Meng Shuyan graciously ate a spoonful—even though he had already finished a bowl earlier. The little guy was very sharp when it came to reading the room; his eyes twinkled as he said, "I’m going upstairs now, Mommy, take your time eating."

Jiang Jinghuai cast a faint glance at his son’s tiny frame. He always had this feeling that his son lacked awareness of when to back off and when it didn’t matter but chose to leave.

"Walk slowly," Tian Sangsang warned carefully, remembering something, "Where’s Wenxiu?"

Speaking casually as if mentioning someone irrelevant, Jiang Jinghuai replied indifferently, "She left after finishing her meal."

Tian Sangsang exhaled in relief.

She took a small sip of porridge. The flavor was delicious, warming her whole stomach.

Jiang Jinghuai simply watched her eat, asking gently, "What do you have planned for today?"

"Plans..." Tian Sangsang mulled it over and replied, "The machinery I ordered should be arriving soon. I need to go to the factory to check it out and tidy up the storefront while I’m at it."

"Need any free labor?" He raised a brow.

Tian Sangsang was momentarily stunned, then smirked. "Sure, but don’t blame me if I work you to the bone."

"Your man’s got plenty of strength." He picked up a cigarette, lazily intending to light it.

To her, the remark didn’t raise any suspicion. But—

"Your lungs... recovered?" Tian Sangsang spat out four words. Why couldn’t the puncture have hit his kidney instead?

Spotting Aunt Zhang walking in, Jiang Jinghuai awkwardly cleared his throat. "Cut me some slack." Ultimately, under his wife’s predatory glare, he sheepishly stashed the cigarette back into his pocket.

Her glare didn’t relent—instead, it grew fiercer.

With great reluctance, Jiang Jinghuai threw the cigarette into the trash bin.

Aunt Zhang had already seen and heard everything, her expression full of amusement. Approaching, she said, "Young Madam, there’s something for you."

Tian Sangsang glanced at it, her eyes lighting up. She put down the spoon and accepted the item. "This is the instant noodles Hua Zifeng sent me." She examined the box’s packaging and recalled Hua Zifeng saying he’d send her a box before launching sales officially.

"I didn’t expect it to be ready so soon," she murmured excitedly. Seeing the instant noodles she had advised them on successfully produced made her quite thrilled.

Jiang Jinghuai honed in on the keyword, "Hua Zifeng?"

Tian Sangsang realized he didn’t know about this yet, so she recounted how she acquired the factory. Of course, to prevent unnecessary drama, she omitted certain details—like Hua Zifeng’s rude commentary, and the fact that the two had met at a fine-dining restaurant to finalize plans.

Reflecting on this, she couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter. How could Hua Zifeng think of taking her to such a nice restaurant, when Jiang Jinghuai, a native Beijing local, hadn’t ever suggested taking her out for a fancy meal?

Jiang Jinghuai mulled over her words, furrowing his brows with thought. "Did you ask Hua Zifeng for approval notes?"

Tian Sangsang carefully observed his expression and replied timidly, "Yeah... the factory is under his family’s name, and I heard they have connections, so I traded my instant noodle formula to him for it."

"You could’ve asked my dad, Sangsang. If you had said something, he could’ve helped you get those approval notes. We’ve got connections at home—why go outside for favors?"

Exactly—favors. In Beijing, if you don’t have connections, you’re forced to seek them out. Tian Sangsang couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness. It was complicated. Yet, he hadn’t even considered the fact that if his family were reliable, she wouldn’t have needed to seek help from Hua Zifeng. Given Ye Binyi’s stance at the time, what choice did she have? Offering a strained smile, she responded lightly, "I just didn’t want to trouble Dad. I’ve barely joined your family—it wouldn’t look good if I immediately started asking for approval notes."

"That makes me feel bad." Jiang Jinghuai pulled her into his embrace. "Next time, just tell me if you need anything. I’ll help you. If I’m not here, go to my dad. Okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Tian Sangsang nodded with exaggerated fervor, though her true feelings didn’t match.

Opening the box, they saw the instant noodles were named Hua Run Braised Beef Noodles. The production seemed almost perfect in every aspect. As for the taste, it hadn’t been tested yet, but she assumed it wouldn’t be bad. After dropping Meng Shuyan off at his piano lesson, the couple drove to the factory location together.