Yang Jiahui looked at her husband. Long Tengfei looked cold and emotionless. After a few moments, he softly harrumphed.
"As long as that woman doesn't embarrass my daughter," he muttered under his breath.
Yang Jiahui only gave a faint smile and continued watching the TV. It would be a lie if she said that she wasn't the least bit envious of Wei Lan right now. After all, who wouldn't want to become a member of nobility and be respected by so many people just by one's title alone? However, Yang Jiahui mentally shook the envy away from her heart, preventing it from taking root and festering deep within her.
What was left was the feeling of gladness for her step-daughter, Iris. If being a viscountess meant that Wei Lan changed into a better person and repaired her relationship with Iris, then Yang Jiahui could only feel glad for the mother and daughter.
