Even the mother-in-law gladly agreed to her suggestion, making Lan Yiqing even more excited.

"Alright, alright, I got it, I got it."

As she agreed, her provocative gaze once again fell on her husband’s face, as if to say, I will make you regret what you said today.

Lin Ze, in response, rolled his eyes once more.

At this moment, An Nan leaned over and quietly asked her husband in his ear, "So which side are we on?"

It seemed like no matter which side they took, they would offend someone, so An Nan hesitated.

But the person she asked had no hesitation in his heart and gave her a firm answer: "Don’t overthink it, we just have to gladly follow Mom to the garden to drink milk tomorrow morning, and as for the other matters, we naturally don’t need to worry about them."

Those are matters between their couple, and even if he is their only son, intervening too much would be futile in the end; that’s Lin Mubai’s experience over the years.

An Nan immediately nodded knowingly. It’s not that she didn’t have her own opinions, but since the man said so, if anything happened, at most she would just be pushed forward, which had nothing to do with her.

The so-called bond of marriage should be aligned, naturally, when trouble comes, they fly apart.

Who knows, if Young Master Lin, who was smiling so brightly on the side, learned about his wife’s current thoughts, would he be so angry he’d spit blood?

The result is obvious; it’s inevitable.

But it’s destined that Young Master Lin won’t know these thoughts, nor will he be angered to the point of spitting blood.

However, if he’s not angered to spit blood, it means others aren’t either.

If it were possible, Lin Ze would really like to strangle this smug woman in front of him; she always likes to oppose him for no reason. He couldn’t even imagine what the scene would be like at home tomorrow morning, him sitting alone in the living room, while the group of people would be sitting joyfully and happily in the garden drinking milk.

Just thinking about that scene makes him feel tormented.

But what could he do, the words have already been spoken, and as a man, he couldn’t go back on his word.

I might as well find an excuse tomorrow morning and just leave, to avoid feeling stifled at home.

Quickly, his thoughts were thwarted again.

His proud wife cleverly warned him with a smug expression: "If you dare to go back on your word tomorrow morning and find any excuse to sneak out, then fine, starting tomorrow night, you don’t have to come back anymore. After all, you like to run out, and even if you come back and knock on the door, I won’t open it, and I will make sure no one in this house opens the door for you either."

Lin Ze’s handsome face turned even darker.

Meanwhile, the laughter around him grew more and more exuberant, making him grit his teeth, yet he couldn’t do anything about these people.

His parents are old; as the younger generation, he can’t scold them. The grandson is still too young; he can’t bear to scold him. And the daughter-in-law, let alone, is pregnant, he reckons if he dares scold a word, he really won’t have a place to stay in this house, likely to be thrown out immediately, so it seems the only one he can teach a lesson is someone.

His displeased gaze directly fell on that brilliantly smiling face, with a sinister warning and a calculating look in his eyes.