"If that is the case, I do not see it being hard for her to receive your father's blessings."
Zhao Lifei could faintly hear the discussion. When she heard Madam Yang say such words, she felt guilty, for the blessing was not earned through her own means, but because of Yang Feng's help. She did not like leeching off of him like this. She was determined to get Yang Qianlu and Elder Yang's blessings on her own.
"Yang Feng, do not get angry when I ask this of you, but—"
"No." He easily shot her down, already knowing what she would say.
"Yang Feng, you should not interrupt your mother like this!" She huffed, turning to her younger son who was stuffing his face with her home cooked food. She silently shook her head at him. He resembled a piglet, and a very cute one at that... She fondly smiled, her expression becoming tender.
"Your father wants her there."
"It's your birthday." Yang Feng drawled out, "Why should you care about what he wants?"
