Shen Liya is no fool and she clearly noticed the underlying tensions between the three of them. She laughed to lighten the mood, "Come, Xinjie, Qianxun, let's make a toast! The heavy stone that's been pressing down on my heart for over twenty years has finally been lifted. I'm so happy."
Luo Qianxun raised her glass, "For the sake of the baby, I'll substitute juice for wine. Here's to you, Auntie."
Her words had a double meaning, reminding Jiang Xinjie that Li Mingxun was her husband and that she was carrying their baby.
Shen Liya naturally understood, the smile on her face faltered momentarily before she spoke again, "That's okay, pregnant women come first, do as you please."
They clinked their glasses together, Luo Qianxun took several sips of the juice in her cup, and seeing Li Mingxun raise his chopsticks, she laughed and said, "Dear, I want to eat that sour soup beef."