To entertain the guests, the Liang family prepared an especially lavish meal. At the table were mother and father Liang, Liang Rong and her husband, Shen Meng and her husband, along with Wang Shuyue, making a total of seven people seated. However, there were a total of nine meat and vegetable dishes on the table, along with two soups, making it a perfect ten-course meal.

Shen Meng glanced at the dishes and couldn’t help but wonder how the servants of the household arranged the meal. None of the dishes seemed to suit her taste.

She could understand why, being an outsider, the person responsible for arranging the meal might not know her preferences. But the fact that all the dishes were ones Liang Jue disliked was puzzling.

Considering how favored Liang Jue was in the household, such a mistake seemed unlikely.

At that moment, Shen Meng recalled the scene when Liang Rong urged Liang Jue to remarry in her previous life. Perhaps Liang Jue received less attention in the household than she had thought. For some reason, this made her feel uncomfortable.

She surveyed the dishes and found one that suited her taste, “Golden Harvest,” and scooped some into Liang Jue’s bowl. Liang Jue responded with a sweet smile, silently eating the food Shen Meng served him and reciprocating by serving her some dishes in return.

It was strange how they didn’t often eat together at the same table in the house, yet Liang Jue always knew her taste preferences. He always prepared dishes she liked and served her with care. Their tastes were remarkably similar, making them rare dining companions.

If it weren’t for what she pursued, she wouldn’t have chosen to give up Liang Jue. No one could deny that Liang Jue was an impeccable husband. That’s why she initially chose the most gentle way to divorce and left him some dignity in every aspect.

Recalling Liang Jue’s expression when he learned she wanted to divorce him, Shen Meng’s originally cheerful expression suddenly stiffened on her face.

Liang Jue, who had been paying attention to her, quietly asked, “What’s wrong? Is this dish not tasty?” The servants at home arranged the dishes according to his taste, and almost all the dishes placed beside him were ones he liked.

However, his taste differed significantly from Shen Meng’s. He looked around and only found something Shen Meng might like a little further to his right. But Shen Meng hadn’t touched her chopsticks at all, and a hint of gloominess appeared on her face.

She snapped out of it and shook her head, saying, “No, I think it’s delicious.”

Saying this, she ate the dish Liang Jue had given her, showing a very delicious expression. Liang Jue didn’t dare to feed her anymore. He felt relieved when he saw her picking the same kind of dish he had previously picked a few times, and her expression didn’t seem forced.

In less than two minutes, the couple began to feed each other back and forth. Even Liang Rong felt a pang of sourness in her heart when she saw them, so she also fed her husband a bite of food, making him pleasantly surprised. He even fed himself the chili peppers that he wouldn’t eat.

Seeing the younger generation behave like this, mother and father Liang also joined in, leaving only Wang Shuyue feeling left out.

Although the Liang family was known for their scholarly background, there was a saying that anything could be discussed at the dinner table. Of course, the two were still restrained. They were not keen on showing off in front of others, and even their conversation was kept low.

Despite everything, for Wang Shuyue, it was like carving one wound after another on her already deeply wounded heart. Just when the scars were beginning to heal, they were ruthlessly torn open again, leaving her bleeding and pitiful.

She mechanically stuffed food into her mouth, whether she liked it or not, without even looking at what she was eating, as long as Shen Meng wasn’t present. Liang Jue might still pay some attention to her, but unfortunately, with Liang Jue and Shen Meng being newlyweds and having their own dynamic, Liang Jue’s attention was fully on Shen Meng, making it unlikely for him to notice her.

It was Liang Rong who noticed that Wang Shuyue was even eating shrimp, and she quickly exclaimed, “Shuyue, aren’t you allergic to shrimp?”

Her warning came a bit late, and before she could finish her sentence, Wang Shuyue had already swallowed the shrimp. When she realized her mistake, her face quickly broke out in a rash. Only then did Liang Jue express some concern, but Liang Rong promptly arranged for someone to take Wang Shuyue away and brought back some medicine prepared by her husband for her friend to use.

Wang Shuyue looked towards Liang Jue again, only to find that his attention had returned to Shen Meng. Feeling disheartened, she withdrew quietly.

Perhaps feeling irritated by Shen Meng’s quick snatch of their son, the Liang family mother and daughter made her drink quite a bit of alcohol at the dining table. Although Shen Meng had a decent tolerance for alcohol, after drinking so much, she felt a bit tipsy and decided to take a nap in the room where Liang Jue used to stay.

Before she fell asleep, Liang Jue was by her side, but when she woke up, the sky outside had already darkened, and Liang Jue was nowhere to be found in the room.

She got up, dressed, and opened the door, only to see a servant who had been receiving them today standing at the door. She casually asked about Liang Jue’s whereabouts.

The servant replied, “Master has gone out for some matters.”

His manner of speaking seemed somewhat flustered, as if afraid Shen Meng might learn something. Shen Meng then asked a few more questions, “Where did he go?”

At first, the servant was evasive, claiming ignorance, but under Shen Meng’s sharp gaze, he finally spoke the truth, “Master should be in the garden at this time. I don’t know anything else.”

After saying this, he hurriedly left.

Shen Meng stared at the servant’s departing figure, thoughtful. His demeanor was overly exaggerated and artificial. His previous flustered attitude was a complete contrast to his natural and generous demeanor when they were received earlier. Moreover, when she asked, he initially insisted he knew nothing, only changing his tune after she stared at him for a while.

Clearly, someone deliberately wanted to lure her over. Though aware it was a trap, Shen Meng’s intuition told her that Liang Jue must indeed be in the garden. It was just that some people wanted her to see something she wouldn’t be pleased to see.

Shen Meng casually asked a servant for the garden’s location, crossed the winding corridors, and sure enough, found Liang Jue. However, Liang Jue was not alone in the garden; there was another person beside him, and they were embracing intimately. It wasn’t someone else but Wang Shuyue, who had been infatuated with him for many years.