When it was time for dinner, Zhao Yonghua summoned the end of the season to the kitchen to help serve the food, putting on a high posture that a mother-in-law should have. Ji Mo also let her help in the kitchen, Zhao Yonghua always thought that it was not easy for a daughter like Ji Mo to enter the kitchen, but she didn't know that she had been used to going in and out of the kitchen a long time ago.

"Jingqing, Miss Ji gave me too much rice, thinking I was a rice bucket, you can help me eat some."

Ignoring the end of the season who was present, Xie Yinan directly sandwiched part of his rice into Tang Jingqing's bowl, and at the end of the season, he paused the movements in his hand for a second and continued to do things.

"Yinan is so old and still like when he was a child, before...... You are the same way, you can't waste it if the conditions at home are not good, and you like to let Jingqing help you eat what you can't eat. ”

"It's so decent, why Aunt Hua became sentimental all of a sudden."

"Hey, people are getting old, that's it. Eat, eat. ”

At the rectangular dining table, Zhao Yonghua sat in the main seat, Tang Jingqing sat on her left hand side, next to Xie Yinan, and at the end of the season, she sat on Zhao Yonghua's right hand, such a strange seat did not know when it was fixed.

At the end of the season, I didn't have time to take care of myself, so I went to the kitchen to order desserts, and I was busy peeling shrimp for Zhao Yonghua to eat.

"Madam, try today's shrimp, it should be very fresh."

When the three of them chatted with relish, Ji Mo quietly pushed a whole plate of shrimp he had peeled to Zhao Yonghua's hand, reminding her to eat it while it was hot, and when Ji Mo was about to pick up chopsticks and eat a few bites of food, he heard Zhao Yonghua say: "Yi Nan, you and Jing Qing work very hard, you can eat this plate of shrimp." ”

"Aunt Hua, this is what Miss Ji has been peeling for a long time, you can eat it yourself."

"Her life is the life of a young lady, how can it be like you, you have to work hard outside, it's okay, you can eat!"

At the end of the season, looking at a plate of peeled shrimp, the shrimp shell on her table, the originally hungry stomach suddenly lost any appetite, and the chopsticks she lifted originally wanted to pick up the vegetables just digging the rice in the bowl, she was trying hard to eat it in a big gulp, as if the tears rolling in her eyes would not fall.

"I'll go to the kitchen and see if the dessert is ready, you can continue." Before feeling that he was about to collapse, he still left the dinner table after the end of the season still had the demeanor and bearing that a wealthy lady should have.

The moment she entered the kitchen, the atmosphere of the three people in the living room suddenly became a little stiff.

"Heh, I really think I'm a daughter." Zhao Yonghua has never felt that there is anything wrong with the end of the envoy Ji, and she has never done similar things when she was a maid in their house, and now she is her rightful daughter-in-law, is there anything wrong with taking care of her mother-in-law?

The human heart is dark many times. Zhao Yonghua is a young lady who looks down on Ji Mo from the bottom of her heart, once she was excluded by the Tang family because her orphan background was not as good as those famous daughters, and now the girl she likes can't become a daughter-in-law is still because her identity is not enough, and the trajectory of fate is always so similar, how can she have a good impression of Ji Mo?

Although, she also remembered how reasonable she was at the end of the season during her time as a maid, and she never had the slightest arrogance with the maids;

Although, she also knows how embarrassing Ji Mo's position in the Ji family is, and the living environment is far less glamorous than her identity.

Albeit...... But what if you know all this? At the end of the day, I still don't like it.

At the end of the season, she didn't come back until the dessert was served, and when she returned to her position, she seemed to have restrained all the negative emotions in front of her, and laughed at Zhao Yonghua and Xie Yinan's seemingly non-existent difficulties, as if the previous embarrassment sat on the side as if she didn't exist, smiling but not saying much to listen to the content of their chat, most of which was also related to the past she had not participated in.

She couldn't interject, she felt like an outsider looking at their "family".

Accompanied by Zhao Yonghua, he said a few more words, looked at the time, Tang Jingqing got up and prepared to leave, still like when he came, he drove back by himself at the end of the season, and Tang Jingqing was responsible for sending Xie Yinan.

And when Tang Jingqing returned to Tamsui Villa after sending Xie Yinan off, he saw Ji Mo sitting alone on the swing in front of the villa, as if he wanted to completely surround himself in the dark night and immerse himself in a world where he only had himself.

At the end of the silent season, Tang Jingqing saw it many times, intentionally or unintentionally, and every time he saw the end of the season like this, he would be very uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell why.

Obviously, she has never lost her temper with him once, and she can adjust herself well even if she encounters unfairness, but Tang Jingqing just doesn't like the appearance of isolating everyone from her world at the end of the season, and even has a trace of distress that she doesn't want to admit.

"End of the season."

……

"End of Season"

……

"End of the season!"

This time, Tang Jingqing didn't pretend to turn a blind eye anymore, walked in front of Ji Mo, and saw her sitting on the swing, the whole person was huddled together, her head was lowered, and her whole body revealed a kind of resistance to people.

Tang Jingqing provoked Ji Mo's Xia Han and forced her to look at him, but even if she was forced to raise her face, her eyes were still empty, and she shouted her name three times in a row, each time louder than the other, and finally pinched her Xia Han hard to make Ji Mo seem to wake up.

"Ah...... Are you back? didn't cry out of pain, gently dodged Tang Jingqing's hand holding her, brushed her hair back, took a deep breath as if she had woken up, and her expression changed to the end of the season that he was familiar with.

"What are you thinking? Why are you sitting outside so late? I don't know if I'm going to get sick like this? ”

"Is Jingqing concerned about me?" Ji Mo smiled and didn't answer, but there was too much incomprehensible exhaustion in this smile.

…… Tang Jingqing was silent, trying to find something in her eyes to find out what she was thinking.

"I'm fine, I just want to blow the wind to cool down, it's late, let's go in early and rest."

Without waiting for Tang Jingqing, at the end of the season, he got off the swing and turned around and went back to the room.

"Wronged?"

"Grievance? Yes, of course wronged...... I used to ......"

What was it once had? She used to be a rising star on the stage, but because he didn't like to show his face, he didn't hesitate to step down from the stage at the end of the season when she was most anticipated. Her dreams, her future, and the dances she once watched were no match for Tang Jingqing's sentence "show her face", and what did all this get back?

"Her life is the life of a young lady, how can it be like you, you have to work hard outside, it's okay, you can eat!"

And to whom can she say this? Who can understand what she's done desperately for this marriage?

Maybe in the eyes of others, she is the most ridiculous person.

There are some things that I really can't say, because I am afraid that once I say them, it will become a calculation. Ji Mo never wanted to make himself look too pathetic in Tang Jingqing's eyes, so all he could do was turn around and leave silently.

Looking at the back at the end of the season, the guilt that I had never felt before was deeply felt for the first time.

After three years of marriage, no matter how difficult Zhao Yonghua was, Ji Mo never said a bad word about his mother in front of him, not once.