Madam Jiang watched Geng Qiu select a gown from the living room, her expression far from pleasant. She turned to look at Old Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, absorbed in his tablet.
"What identity do you plan on using to take her to the banquet tonight?" she asked him. "You should know that as soon as we make an appearance, we'll become the center of attention, and Geng Qiu will be no exception, especially dressed as extravagantly as she is today."
Madam Jiang had not anticipated Old Jiang's sudden change of heart either, his going so far as to choose a luxurious dress for Geng Qiu on a whim, instead of sneaking her into the event as initially planned.
Hearing his wife's complaints, Old Jiang lifted his head to look at her, a frown of irritation creasing his brow; he felt her nagging was purely out of jealousy.
"Are you uncomfortable because you see me doting on her?" he challenged. "Haven't you already accepted her? Why are you still treating her harshly?"