Almost everyone in the banquet hall was looking this way.
Echoing by Su Lu’s ear was Shen Kang’s voice, "It’s him! It’s him!"
She felt like she might burst into song at any mont, "It’s him, it’s him, it’s definitely him! Our hero, Little Nezha!"
The other cousins had also co over, their expressions identical to Shen Kang’s.
They all lowered their voices and said, "What? Is it really him?"
"Is it him?"
"Really him?"
Bo Jingshen was utterly speechless at this situation, which made him very passive.
If they were indifferent to Su Lu, lacking any concern and only offering cold ridicule, then he would not feel any psychological burden. He would just start a fight with them right then and there.
But the current situation left him at a loss for words.
A voice broke through the current atmosphere, Shen Xun stood aside, and said coldly, "Enough!"
All the cousins revered him greatly. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say they followed him like a leader.
Therefore, they all restrained themselves quite a bit, except for Shen Kang. Being rather stubborn by nature, though he held back sowhat, he still showed so defiance and furrowed his brow, "But big brother, are we just going to let it slide that this kid has bullied our girl?"
"Haven’t you all bullied her enough?" Shen Xun asked.
Always mocking her and looking down on her for being divorced and having a child out of wedlock.
Everyone made her feel unwelco.
Now you stand up for her? Bo Jingshen might not understand what these Shen Family mbers were thinking—whether they cared about Su Lu or despised her, why were they so contradictory?
But Shen Xun was very clear.
These Shen Family fellows were typical of families that favored boys over girls, raising n with strong machismo.
They oozed arrogance and conceit, their thoughts simplistic. "Our won, though rely humble females, are still our own. Others cannot bully them."
It sounds nice to say they were protective, but more frankly, they objectified won.
In his youth, Shen Xun also felt that their attitude wasn’t entirely wrong, as it seed sowhat protective.
But it was Zhao Ying who enlightened him—Zhao Ying said, "Your Old Shen Family’s n think this way, and your aunts and female cousins might have gotten used to it. They probably don’t see anything wrong with it and might even have a delusion of being protected. But any protection that lacks respect is wrong."
Normally, they were treated as less than human—unable to join the dinner table, or speak freely, or share their opinions on important matters. But if outsiders bullied them, they would get angry and stand up for them. Is that really sothing to be grateful for?
Like farm animals, doing the dirty and tiring work daily—if soone else bully them, the farrs get angry, but they are just animals.
They are people, can the two be equated?
Zhao Ying herself once lived obliviously in such a family. Living obliviously was perhaps a blessing in such a household, because once enlightened, the pain would beco unbearable, and every second would be intolerable.
With Shen Xun’s deterrence, the younger Shen Family mbers didn’t dare to make further problems, but they all looked at Bo Jingshen with hostility.
Su Lu handled things flawlessly, not giving anyone a reason to gossip, and she wasn’t about to do anything out of montary anger to stir up trouble. So, she took Bo Jingshen’s hand and headed toward the main table.
After all, her son wasn’t there today; as long as Zhao Xiaole was absent, whatever unpleasant things the Shen Family said were easier for her to bear.
"Old Sir Shen, happy birthday, may your fortune be as imnse as the Eastern Seas and your lifespan as long as the Southern Mountains," Su Lu sincerely addressed the silver-haired elder sitting at the head of the main table.
However, Old Sir Shen’s face bore no smile. He coldly stared at her, as if looking at sothing lifeless, "What do you think this place is? How dare you bring your lover here, and embarrass your uncle downstairs?"
"Grandfather!" Shen Xun looked disapprovingly at Old Sir Shen.
Old Sir Shen glanced at him, "You don’t need to defend her. I know you’ve felt that you owe her since you were young, but even if you think you owe her, and your father owes her, our Shen Family owes her nothing. Yet she’s the one losing face for our Shen Family."
Su Lu was well-accustod to such words, probably due to hearing them for about twenty years in the Su Family. She couldn’t even be bothered to argue, just waiting for the other party to finish talking so she could go to the side, eat, and drink as she pleased.
You could say she’s like a pig not afraid of boiling water, but she simply didn’t want to respond in such situations. Mainly because Su Lu was very aware that sotis, so people deliberately say very unpleasant things to provoke.
The purpose was to hope that you would react, then they would get what they wanted and start an argunt. They just couldn’t wait for you to quarrel with them.
She didn’t want to fulfill their wishes. Instead, her attitude of ignoring them, as if they were rely farting, was more infuriating than any response she could give.
After all, punching the air was very frustrating.
Su Lu remained silent, which evidently dissatisfied Old Sir Shen, he continued, "You can’t produce a fart no matter how hard you try."
But Su Lu was used to ignoring such comnts. However, Bo Jingshen couldn’t stand listening to her being scolded like that.
Considering that the elder was Shen Xun’s grandfather, and today was, after all, a birthday celebration.
Bo Jingshen was already very restrained as he said, "If I may be so bold, her surna is Su. How can she lose face for the Shen Family?"
Old Sir Shen, having been dominant all his life, couldn’t bear being spoken to in such a manner by a younger person.
He coldly glanced at Bo Jingshen for a mont and asked, "And who are you?"
Soone younger whispered sothing into his ear.
Old Sir Shen coldly swept his eyes over Bo Jingshen and said with utmost contempt, "Oh, so you’re her paramour. Birds of a feather flock together."
Bo Jingshen took a deep breath and forced himself to hold back.
Mainly because it was just the words that were insulting him. He could endure it as long as he held back.
But Bo Jingshen hadn’t expected that although he could endure it, Su Lu couldn’t.
That’s just how it was—he could handle others insulting him, but he couldn’t handle them accusing her.
It was the sa with Su Lu. No matter how the Shen Family ridiculed or mocked her, she could remain utterly indifferent.
But the mont the criticism turned to Bo Jingshen, it seed she couldn’t bear it as well.
Su Lu coldly glanced at the Shen Family and said icily, "Of course, birds of a feather flock together. Otherwise, how would this whole troubling family co together just so?"
"Ah!"
"You!"
"How can you speak to Old Sir Shen like that!"
"Have you no manners at all!"
While the elders of the Shen Family had initially been as motionless as the dead, they now ca alive and began accusing Su Lu.
With a calm expression, Su Lu replied, "Do you even know how to treat guests anymore? We, as guests, ca here to celebrate, and this is how you treat us with abuse and accusations? If that’s the case, why bother holding a banquet at all? Is it so that every guest must listen to a lecture from you?"
Just then, a voice with a tallic chill ca from behind, "Oh? So this is how the Shen Family treats their guests?"
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