On the other side, Zhu Bufan, seeing that Du Yujiao had extended her hand without anyone paying attention for quite some time, mustered up the courage to walk over, took Du Yujiao by the hand, and headed for the Zhu Gate.

At this moment, the group of people opposite finally realized that it was indeed Du Yujiao. Zhan Yucheng immediately came over and asked: "Yujiao, why are you dressed like this... At your age, you should be more conscious of your image, not horsing around with Fei Huang and the others all the time."

"It's a dress." Du Yujiao said with a flushed face and a smile: "I'll wear it for the banquet, and change back afterward, I'm aware of what's appropriate."

Zhan Yucheng was somewhat relieved; if Du Yujiao were to dress like this every day, that would be a bit crazy.

Zhan Yucheng's hand was already extended, but Zhu Bufan still firmly held Du Yujiao's hand, causing Yujiao to quickly push Zhu Bufan away and say with a firm voice: "Bufan, you go and communicate more with Fei Long, we're all family, I must mediate the conflict between you two."

Zhan Yucheng nodded profusely, but Zhan Feilong's face suddenly changed, almost sickened by Du Yujiao's hypocrisy. This wicked woman, dragging a wild man back, clearly meant to help Zhan Feiyu and her sister kill him, he had to be on guard.

Zhan Feilong was actually very afraid of Du Yujiao because every time he competed with her, he ended up failing; even if he won temporarily, Du Yujiao would always find a way to get back at him, causing him heavy losses.

Zhu Bufan, all smiles, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, saying: "Ah, Fei Long, long time no see, I trust you've been well!"

This handshake gesture really scared Zhan Feilong; wasn't this courting death? Even Old Mr. Jin, who was so formidable, was knocked down by you, it would be embarrassing for Feilong to shake hands.

But, since the hand was extended and it would be inappropriate to decline in front of so many people, Zhan Feilong had no choice but to harden his scalp and move forward. At the moment of the handshake, Zhan Feilong displayed an extremely awkward expression, but he finally managed to restrain from crying out.

"Hmm, not bad, Fei Long really does have some composure," Zhu Bufan nodded, quite satisfied with his commendation. It wouldn't be nice to actually break his hand in front of so many people.

"Heh, Brother Bufan indeed has great ability, I'll have to trouble you to look after us more in the future," Zhan Feilong replied through clenched teeth without a genuine smile.

The animosity between these two was indeed too deep; it was impossible to resolve it with just a few words. Going through the motions was more like it.

Everyone entered the living room together, and Du Yujiao suddenly remembered something, hastily shook off Zhan Yucheng's arm, and said in a firm voice, "Brother Cheng, I'm going to touch up my makeup, you guys wait here for me for a bit, okay?"

"What makeup do you need to touch up? We're all family here, there's no need to be so fussy, sit down and get ready to eat..."

Zhan Yucheng didn't finish his sentence before Du Yujiao pulled Zhu Bufan and turned towards the bedroom corridor. Zhan Yucheng always felt a bit uneasy in his heart, but in the end, he endured and didn't say a word.

Yujiao brought Bufan back to her and Zhan Yucheng's bedroom and found a pair of Zhan Yucheng's leather shoes for Bufan to change into; everything was in order. She herself didn't touch up her makeup at all.

Goodness, making it as fancy as a blind date for young people, is that necessary?

Yujiao led Bufan back to the dining room previously. She deliberately seated Bufan next to her. Zhan Yucheng's puzzled look intensified, but after Yujiao leaned in and whispered something in his ear, Zhan Yucheng's gaze towards Bufan softened a lot.

In fact, it was quite simple. After Du Yujiao and Zhan Yucheng got married, they had two daughters on top of the son Zhan Feilong that Zhan Yucheng had from before, making the Zhan Family with three children, which is seriously above the birth limit. Du Yujiao had actually undergone sterilization surgery. She could no longer have children in this lifetime.

However, Du Yujiao's desire for a son only grew stronger by the day. Zhan Yucheng was very keen on fostering a mother-son relationship between Zhan Feilong and Du Yujiao, but the results were far from ideal.

When Zhan Yucheng was very young, he once saw Du Yujiao bathing. In short, this boy was all sorts of creepy, and Du Yujiao felt disgusted just looking at him, let alone fostering a mother-son relationship with him.

Du Yujiao told Zhan Yucheng that she had taken Zhu Bufan as an adopted son, and that the Zhan Family's wealth would not be divided with Zhu Bufan; it was merely to fulfill a "dream" of hers. Zhan Yucheng and Du Yujiao had been married for many years, so, naturally, he could understand her feelings.

"As long as you're not cheating on me, making me wear a green hat, I can accept anything else."

At seven in the evening, the family banquet began. Dish after dish of delicious food was served on the table. Yet, a surprising scene unfolded once again.

Before anyone else even picked up their chopsticks, Zhu Bufan took the lead. He started to put food into Du Yujiao's bowl from the dishes and said, "Mom, you eat, you eat. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you."

Damn, everyone at the table was taken aback. Serving food is a very common thing and isn't something that should shock anyone, but isn't your demeanor a bit too intimate?

If Zhu Bufan were to serve food for Zhan Feiyu, no one would have any objection—it would be natural. But Zhu Bufan left Zhan Feiyu aside, ignoring her completely, and focused solely on serving Du Yujiao.

Of course, the people did not know that Zhu Bufan now regarded Du Yujiao as his biological mother. If they knew, they wouldn't have such strange expressions anymore.

Du Yujiao glanced up and saw Zhan Feihuang feasting at the other end of the table and then at Zhan Feiyu beside her, laden with heavy thoughts, with a slight wetness at the corner of her eyes.

Neither of her biological daughters remembered her, their mother, but this "deceived" son, who hadn't eaten a bite himself, had already filled a whole plate just for her.

"Zhu Bufan, you eat too, you eat," Du Yujiao hurriedly reciprocated, serving a few dishes for Zhu Bufan and timely comforted him, "Take good care of little Feiyu, having Yucheng to take care of me is good enough."

"Alright," Zhu Bufan nodded, not dwelling on the trivial matter. Having performed the etiquette was enough; in the past, when he was in the village, he was used to serving Zhao Juan.

Seeing that Zhu Bufan was about to start eating, Du Yujiao subtly tapped on his shoulder and glanced at Zhan Feiyu sitting beside Zhu Bufan.

Understanding the signal, Zhu Bufan tapped Zhan Feiyu's shoulder and said softly, "Wife, what's on your mind? Come on, eat up!"

Zhan Feiyu had been waiting with eager eyes for quite a while, but Zhu Bufan had no follow-up action. He didn't serve the food to her.

While Zhan Feiyu felt gloomy, Zhu Bufan was also feeling frustrated. According to the rules, it should be: the son serves the parents, the wife serves the husband, and then the husband reciprocates.

This girl Zhan Feiyu seriously doesn't understand etiquette, damn it!

"Bro, you eat, you eat, I know you like fish, here you go!" From the other side of the table, Zhan Feihuang made her move, prying away over half of a fish from the dish and sending it over to Zhu Bufan using a platter.

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