Hearing her second sister-in-law's question Lu Jueyu nodded and said, "Even though they are young, I have been teaching them how to cook simple dishes."
"With their current skills, they should be able to manage the wedding banquet. Besides, with good ingredients, even if their skills aren't perfect, the food will still turn out decent."
Seeing how confident her sister-in-law was, Wang Muxiao felt relieved. She leaned against the pillow and said, "If you need extra help, just ask your brother."
"He has been restless lately, worrying about everything. If he has sothing to keep him busy, he won't overthink so much," she added with a sigh.
Lu Jueyu laughed at her words and nodded, "Alright, I will have my brother help , then—before he drives you crazy."
Wang Muxiao chuckled and added, "Just don't overwork him. Otherwise, I won't have anyone to take care of the children at night."
"Okay."
anwhile, in the neighboring city, He Xieyu was reading reports from his subordinates in his office. As he reviewed the results of the investigation, his frown deepened.
Once he finished reading, he set the folder down and fell into deep thought. Tapping his fingers on the desk, he considered the possibility that Yang ngyao's son's father was not Feng Chen, but another man.
As a man, he knew that if he had been knocked unconscious, there was no way he could have impregnated a woman.
On the night Feng Chen was found in Yang ngyao's bed years ago, she had clearly been deflowered while Feng Chen was unconscious.
His gaze landed on a docunt detailing Yang ngyao's relatives. When his eyes reached the na of her uncle's adopted son, doubt flickered in his mind.
Reaching out, he picked up the docunt and read it carefully.
Cai Bocheng had no blood relation to the Yang family but had grown up alongside Yang ngyao.
His biological father had sacrificed his life to save a comrade—Yang ngyao's uncle. To repay the life-saving grace, the uncle had adopted Cai Bocheng and brought him into the family.
At that ti, Cai Bocheng had already been ten years old, fully aware that he was not a true mber of the Yang family.
If he had never truly considered them family, then the possibility of him developing romantic feelings for Yang ngyao was high. After all, he had spent years living under the sa roof as her.
He Xieyu placed himself in Cai Bocheng's position, contemplating what he would do if he were in love with a woman who was, by title, his cousin but had no actual blood relation to him.
With Cai Bocheng's ambitious and possessive nature, there was no way he would allow the woman he loved to marry another man.
So, what would he do if he discovered that she was planning to climb into another man's bed?
As soon as this thought crossed He Xieyu's mind, the corner of his lips curled up slightly.
The answer was simple—he would either stop her or replace that man.
Since he hadn't stopped her, the only remaining possibility was that he had replaced the man. If that were the case, then the one who had truly slept with Yang ngyao was Cai Bocheng, and Feng Chen had rely been used as a scapegoat.
With this realization, He Xieyu felt a flicker of pity for Feng Chen. But then again, if Feng Chen hadn't suffered this misfortune, he would never have had the chance to marry his wife.
Now that he had uncovered this possibility, he could dig deeper into the Yang family and uncover the evidence of Cai Bocheng's sches.
Even though he had no intention of giving up Ye Xinyue, he could at least help Feng Chen get the justice he deserved—considering it a form of compensation for taking his wife.
As for Ye Xinyue, he would bring these docunts back and let her decide whether she wanted to read them or not. She deserved to know the truth, and he had no intention of hiding it from her.
Having made up his mind, he contacted his n and instructed them to investigate the Yang family in detail, with a particular focus on Cai Bocheng.
Just after he gave the order, he heard a knock on the door. After he put the folders into his drawer and locked it, he said, "Co in."
When the door opened, a man walked in and said, "Vice Mayor, this is the schedule for the annual eting tomorrow."
He Xieyu took the docunt and asked, "How is the preparation for tomorrow going?"
"We have cleaned up the houses for the leaders to stay in temporarily. As for the als and other miscellaneous things, we have appointed several people to assist them during their stay," the man replied.
He Xieyu nodded and added, "Make sure that there are no mistakes. As hosts, we shouldn't neglect the leaders. But there is no need to overdo it. Just follow the rules and standard reception."
"Understood."
After He Xieyu signed the docunt, he handed it to the man and said, "If there is any ergency, report it to directly."
"Yes, Vice Mayor." The man accepted the docunt and left the office.
Thinking about the annual eting tomorrow, the man let out a sigh. Although everyone was excited about the leaders' visit, he felt anxious instead.
The current situation in the city was not as good as it seed. With the food shortage, food prices had increased, and most people were forced to starve.
Even if they did their best to provide support to lower food prices, their grain supplies were limited. Without a stable supply of grain, it was impossible to lower food prices and improve the situation.
As he thought about the grain supplies, he suddenly rembered that the Mayor's family was able to have white rice and at at every al.
Due to this, gossip was circulating in the governnt office that the Mayor was hoarding grain for his own family. While there was no evidence of this matter, the gossip itself damaged the Mayor's reputation.
He didn't know if the Mayor was really hoarding grain or if it was simply his wife's good managent at ho. But no matter the truth, the fact remained that the Mayor had white rice and at at every al.
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