Chapter 155 Father and Son

A certain wife from the past was Di Lie's mother. Today's wife is the thoughtful Lady Iris.

Mrs. Iris is delicate and luxurious. She looks younger than Yan Sui's mother, and more fashionable and elegant.

Yan Sui's mother is a traditional woman who has dedicated her life to her children, so she is more simple and dignified.

The other young girls may have been selected by the Menton family or Mrs. Iris's family to replace Ai Moye.

Except for Mrs. Emma, ​​there is probably no one in the entire imperial capital who would like to see Ai Moye marry Di Lie.

The Marshal is not only a symbol of the empire's military power, but also one of the thirteen most ancient nobles in the world. He is the head of the Felix family, possessing countless wealth and a transcendent status.

The nobles tried their best but failed to marry off their daughters, and in the end they were overtaken by an uncompetitive female prisoner.

No one is willing to accept it.

Therefore, Madame Iris selected the most beautiful girl from her family in the hope that the Marshal would change his mind.

Not to be outdone, Yan Sui's mother also picked gentle and pleasant "chess pieces" from her family.

No matter who he is, in terms of status, he is far higher than Aimoye.

They originally thought that Ai Moye would feel ashamed and give up on her own initiative.

However, Ai Moye ignored it at all.

Mrs. Iris drank the tea slowly and said to Yan Sui's mother with a smile, "You didn't like this girl before, but you didn't expect that she is no longer your daughter-in-law, but has become your sister-in-law. We are still a family."

Yan Sui's mother's expression changed, and just as she was about to trouble Aimoye, Aimoyye said coolly, "Don't get too close, the marshal is not from the Menton family. If word spreads that you are not a sibling, others will think you are fawning over me." .”

Yan Sui's father sat aside and awkwardly handed over the fruit plate, "Eat fruit, freshly picked grapes from the orchard, purely natural."

Aimoye smiled sweetly, "Thank you."

Mrs. Iris asked again, "I heard that you are still in jail?"

"Being in jail and going to school at the same time." Aimoye replied.

Yan Sui's mother snorted coldly, "What dirty tricks did a mere prisoner use to fool the marshal?"

Ai Moye spread her hands and said coquettishly, "What can I do? Even if he is in jail, the marshal will like it."

Yan Sui's mother couldn't hold back her anger and said angrily, "You used to like my son so much. Do you want to encourage the marshal to exile him just because he doesn't like you? You are such a vicious and dirty woman. No wonder my son looks at it." Not on!"

Ai Moye sneered, "As if I care about your son, a timid, cowardly and selfish violent man, let him fall in love with his Zi Liu and don't harm other people."

Yan Sui's mother was defeated.

She gasped and couldn't figure out why Aimoye seemed to be a different person.

You must know that in the past, "Ai Moye" was more filial to her than her biological mother.

Whenever Elf's Day or other major festivals happen, they are always the first to send gifts, whether they are expensive jewelry or new sports cars and airships. I dare not give them to those who can't afford them.

In front of her, he is always gentle and pleasant, and he can no longer be humble and work hard to please.

But she has always disliked "Ai Moye". She always felt that the girl had a bad background. Her parents were originally just common people. She managed to join the ranks of the lower-class nobles by relying on flattery, and she was not worthy of the top nobles like the Menton family.

However, even if she scorned "Ai Moye" and made others reject her, the girl would still come to him to please him next time.

"Ai Moye's" behavior made Yan Sui's mother gradually become arrogant.

She discovered that this girl loved her son so much that even if she was rejected or humiliated, she would beg for mercy like a dog and come to him eagerly.

So when "Ai Moye" pushed Zi Liu downstairs and caused a miscarriage, she immediately slapped the girl hard.

At that time, the girl knelt down and begged her for forgiveness, crying and saying that she didn't mean to do it, that she just missed it because she was too angry, and she didn't mean to harm anyone intentionally.

But instead of understanding, she encouraged her son to take revenge on the Ai family.

She thought that Ai Moye would still ask for her forgiveness and be as submissive and courteous as before.

However, when we met today, everything changed.

No longer respectful, nor docile, but completely indifferent and hostile.

Seeing that Yan Sui's mother was defeated, Mrs. Iris had no choice but to take the initiative.

She put down the cup and asked with a smile, "I heard that the Marshal once had an affair with Princess Beth. I don't know if it's true."

"It's fake, it's the editor-in-chief." Ai Moye ate the grapes, the sour taste was very refreshing.

Mrs. Iris's eyes flashed, "How do you know it's fake and aren't you afraid that the marshal will lie to you?"

"I checked the surveillance," Aimoye looked at her seriously and said, "The Queen Mother showed me the video, and it is indeed not Princess Bess."

Yan Sui's mother plucked up the courage and said, "Even if it's not Beth, it will be someone else. How can you tolerate this?"

Mrs. Iris also smiled, "These are just trivial matters. It is reasonable for the marshal to have several lovers, so there is no need to make a fuss."

Ai Moye said with a smile, "I heard that the current head of the Menton family has had more than a dozen wives and lovers all over the world. Then why don't I ask you, how do you feel about using other people's ruined things?"

Mrs. Iris' face was completely dark.

In the study, the head of the Menton family, an old man, stood in front of the window with a cane, his back to Di Lie.

"You age so fast," Di Lie said lazily, "I remember when I was young, you were very tall."

But even for such a tall and strong man, no matter how much he cried out and struggled in the desperate situation, he never reached out to rescue him from the mire, not even once.

The head of the family turned around, and under the shadow was an old and weathered face, with every wrinkle seeming to reveal fatigue.

"Di Lie, everyone will grow old, and so will you."

The hoarse and unpleasant sound was like fingernails scratching a blackboard, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Di Lie didn't care much, "I probably won't live to see the day when I grow old naturally."

The head of the family looked at him in silence for a long time, and then said again, "Do you hate the Menton family so much that you don't even let the child Yan Sui go?"

"If I deliberately retaliate, this family will completely disappear from the long history. You should thank the late emperor for preserving the last trace of my conscience."

Di Lie believed that his conscience was in a frozen state and could only be used when necessary.

"As for Yan Sui, you failed in your teaching and made him mistakenly believe that nobles can really do whatever they want."

The father and son actually had nothing to say, and the head of the family understood this and waved his hands tiredly.

"I won't interfere too much with your marriage. Of course, I have no right to interfere."

"You are more self-aware than your Nth wife." Di Lie said approvingly.

That woman, who seemed smart but was actually stupid, actually tried to use women to control his marriage. It was hopeless.

Suddenly, a sharp scream erupted downstairs, and then the whole house began to shake. Countless green branches, leaves and vines rose from the ground, covering the building in lush greenery.