Siheyuan: I am the God of Cooking, and all the birds are crying with envy!

In this family storm caused by emotional entanglements, Lou Xiaoe's repeated provocative behaviors, like sharp blades, ruthlessly stabbed into the softest corners of Chen Bao and Ying Bao's hearts, and had severely touched the bottom line of what the brother and sister could tolerate, completely igniting the anger in their hearts and making them unbearable.

Their hearts are as clear as a mirror. If they do not take decisive action now to defend their family, then this home that was once full of warmth and laughter will probably be turned upside down and eventually shattered into a mess.

One afternoon when the sun shone through the mottled leaves onto the ground, Chen Bao and Ying Bao learned through various inquiries that Lou Xiao'e would meet with an important client to discuss business in a stylish cafe near the company.

The brother and sister looked at each other tacitly, their eyes revealing firmness and determination, and then they came to the cafe early, found a hidden corner where they could see everything happening at the door, and waited quietly for Lou Xiao'e to appear.

When Lou Xiao'e, wearing a well-tailored and elegant outfit, walked into the cafe with a confident and calm pace, Chen Bao and Ying Bao instantly captured her figure.

The two men stood up without hesitation, straightened their backs, and walked quickly towards Lou Xiao'e with angry eyes.

At this moment, Chen Bao's face turned red, and his anger rolled across his face like surging waves. There seemed to be a raging fire burning in his eyes, hot and scorching.

He strode in front of Lou Xiao'e, pointed his slender fingers straight at her, and his lips trembled slightly with anger.

She cursed fiercely, "Lou Xiao'e, do you still have any shame? How could you do such a despicable thing and break up other people's families?

Look at yourself now, just like a shameless third party, stirring up trouble in our lives without restraint. What kind of heart do you have?

Don't you have the slightest bit of guilt or remorse?"

Lou Xiao'e was slightly stunned by the sudden and violent accusations, and a barely perceptible panic flashed across her face.

But she was, after all, a person who had experienced many ups and downs in the business world. She quickly calmed herself down and tried to maintain superficial calm.

She glanced at Chen Bao with disdain, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile full of sarcasm, that smile seemed to be mocking Chen Bao's naivety and ignorance:

"Hey, isn't this Chen Bao? You are just a child, what can you understand?

The relationship between your father and I has been shaped by the years, and its depth and complexity are simply beyond the understanding and experience of a young man like you."

Ying Bao saw that the atmosphere suddenly became tense, like a powder keg that could be ignited at any time, and she secretly thought that something was wrong.

She hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out her hand and tightly grasped Chen Bao's arm, seemingly playing the role of a peacemaker, but her seemingly gentle words were actually like soft swords with hidden sharpness, like a needle hidden in cotton, piercing Lou Xiao'e's vital points.

Her tone was gentle and soft, like a spring breeze, but every word in her words was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lou Xiaoe's heart hard:

"Auntie Lou, please calm down first and don't get angry.

The reason we are here today is really just to have a calm and peaceful chat with you.

You see, you are a well-known figure in Beijing. You have worked hard in the business world for many years and have accumulated a very good name and reputation.

But now you are caught up in such a thing. Have you ever thought about how people will look at you if what you are doing now is spread out and everyone knows about it?

Once your scandal of stealing other people's husbands and deliberately destroying other people's families is disclosed to the public, the social storm of public opinion will surely come towards you like a tide. By then, will you be willing to see everything you have worked hard for over the years, including your reputation, status and connections, destroyed so easily?

Don’t you think about your future?”

Lou Xiao'e snorted coldly, the sound coming out of her nose, full of disdain and arrogance.

She said disapprovingly: "Humph, I don't care what others think of me or say about me.

All I know is that I love your father, and this love is deep and passionate. Over the years, I have given him so much, whether it is emotional investment or support in his career, I have tried my best.

Therefore, I have the absolute right to fight for my own happiness, and no one can stop me from pursuing love."

When Chen Bao heard this, he laughed out of anger, but his laughter was filled with endless sadness and anger: "Happiness? Your so-called happiness is based on destroying other people's families and making them fall into the abyss of pain?

You are simply daydreaming! Do you think that my father will be deceived by your persistence and unscrupulous means and change his mind?

You are wrong, absolutely wrong! My father loves my mother. Our family is a solid fortress built with love and affection. It will not be easily destroyed by people like you. Just give up on this idea!"

Lou Xiao'e's eyes revealed a hint of almost crazy persistence. She stared at Chen Bao and said loudly: "Your father just hasn't seen his heart clearly yet. Sooner or later, he will understand that I am the most suitable person for him. Sooner or later, he will come back to me, and we will definitely be together."

Ying Bao sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry endless helplessness and regret.

She continued to persuade him, "Aunt Lou, we all understand that you have indeed made certain contributions to the development of the company, and we have never denied this.

However, this is by no means a legitimate reason for you to wantonly destroy other people's families.

You might as well calm down and think about it: if your friends and partners knew what you are doing now, how would they view you?

Will they still trust you, respect you, and continue to work with you as before?

Once your reputation is damaged, you will find it difficult to make progress in this circle, and you may even be despised by everyone and eliminated from this industry.

Are you really willing to give up everything you have worked hard for over the years just for a momentary obsession? "

Lou Xiao'e's expression changed slightly, and a barely perceptible dimness flashed across her eyes, but that dimness was fleeting. Soon she reaffirmed her belief and said firmly: "I don't care about any of this. As long as I can be with your father, I am willing to do anything, even if it means losing everything."

Seeing this, Chen Bao's anger was like being poured with a bucket of hot oil, burning even more vigorously.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that they chattered, and said with a face full of resentment: "Lou Xiao'e, don't refuse my toast and then drink the forfeit wine.

Do you really think we can't do anything to you?

I might as well tell you that I have already contacted my friends at the newspaper. As long as I give the order, your scandals will be clearly published on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow, so that everyone in Beijing can see your true face as a third party, and make you the object of everyone's scorn."

Lou Xiao'e's eyes flashed with panic, like a frightened rabbit, but the panic was only fleeting, and she quickly suppressed it, replaced by a more determined stubbornness:

"You dare? If you really do this, your father will never let you go. He will definitely be extremely disappointed in you."

Ying Bao hurriedly grabbed Chen Bao again, pretending to be anxious and persuading him: "Brother, calm down first, don't be impulsive.

Aunt Lou, we sincerely don't want things to get out of control. We just sincerely hope that you can make a rational choice to withdraw and give our family the peace and tranquility it deserves.

Your stubborn insistence on your own opinion and insisting on your own way will not benefit anyone and will only end up in a tragic outcome where both sides suffer losses."

Lou Xiao'e raised her head slightly, with a cold and contemptuous smile on her face. That smile seemed to be able to penetrate one's soul, and it was filled with disdain and ridicule.

She stared at him straight, her eyes as firm as a burning flame, and said word by word: "Humph! You want me to quit?

It’s simply a fool’s dream!

Unless your father can tell me in person, clearly and unequivocally, that he no longer loves me.

Otherwise, no matter how much pressure or difficulties I face, I will never back down, let alone give up easily! "

After saying these words, Lou Xiao'e suddenly turned around, leaving everyone with a resolute back.

Chen Bao's eyes widened with anger, and the rage in his eyes seemed to devour Lou Xiao'e: "You are simply unreasonable! Well, since you are so stubborn and are not afraid of being ruined, then I will fulfill your wish.

I want to see how you can continue to survive in Beijing and face everyone after your so-called friends, customers and partners know about your despicable deeds. "

Lou Xiao'e's face instantly turned as pale as paper, bloodless, and her body trembled slightly unconsciously.

But even so, she still raised her head stubbornly, gritted her teeth and said: "Whatever you say, I'm not afraid of anything, I will never back down."

At this moment, Chen Bao seemed to have used a fatal killer move. His eyes instantly became icy cold and he said coldly:

"Lou Xiao'e, do you know that your son who lives far away in Hong Kong will arrive in Beijing soon?

How do you think he would feel if he knew the ridiculous things you did here?

As a mother, can you bear to let your son be hurt by your wrong behavior and let him lose face in front of others?"

When Lou Xiao'e heard this, her body shook violently, as if she had suffered a heavy blow, and her eyes finally revealed a hint of obvious fear and hesitation.

Her son is the softest place in her heart and the person she cares about most in this world. She doesn't want her son to suffer any pain or harm because of her own affairs.

Ying Bao keenly caught the change in Lou Xiaoe's eyes, and took the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and said:

“Aunt Lou, you definitely don’t want to disappoint your son, right?

Just let it go and return to your normal life. This will be good for everyone and will protect your son from harm."

Lou Xiao'e was silent for a long time, as if she was lost in deep struggle and thought.

Time seemed to freeze, long and unbearable. Finally, under the anxious gazes of everyone, her lips, which had been tightly closed for a long time, trembled slightly, slowly opened, and uttered a low but firm voice:

"Don't even think about taking advantage of my son! You want to use him to threaten me?

No way! This is purely a dispute between your father and I, and has nothing to do with my child!

No matter what, I will never allow him to be involved in this storm!"

When she spoke the last few words, she raised her voice unconsciously, and her eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

Chen Bao sneered, his laughter full of ridicule and contempt: "Lou Xiao'e, wake up!

Look at yourself now. You have been completely blinded by love and fallen into a crazy situation and cannot extricate yourself.

You completely disregard other people's feelings in order to satisfy your own selfish desires. If you continue like this, the people around you will leave you one by one, and you will end up being deserted by everyone. It will be too late for you to regret it then."

Lou Xiao'e's originally lively eyes became empty and lifeless at this moment. She stared blankly into the distance with an unfocused gaze, and her whole body seemed like she had lost her soul.

Her lips trembled slightly and she whispered words softly, as if she was talking to a voice deep in her heart.

"No... I just want to be with him... Is this wrong?

Why does fate play such a trick on me?

What should I do?”

Her voice became lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible, but the pain, confusion, and helplessness contained in it spread around like a tide.

The wind blew gently, lifting a few strands of her hair, but she was unaware of it and was still immersed in her own thoughts, unable to extricate herself.

Ying Bao took a deep breath and walked forward slowly and lightly.

In her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of pity and an unconcealable feeling of pity.

When she finally came to Aunt Lou, she bent down slightly and spoke in a voice as gentle as the spring breeze:

"Aunt Lou, actually, loving someone is human nature, and there's nothing wrong with that.

However, love is not just about pursuing it blindly, it also requires us to maintain enough rationality and proper sense of propriety!

And we must learn to respect the emotional world of others and the family relationships they value.”

Ying Bao paused for a moment, then continued to persuade earnestly:

"Look at you now, you are so forceful in wanting to interfere in other people's originally happy families. This will only bring endless pain to all the people involved, and will not produce any positive results at all!

So, Aunt Lou, please let go of this obsession as soon as possible!

Only by doing so can you be truly liberated, and at the same time leave a way for those innocent people who have been implicated to move forward."

However, Lou Xiao'e seemed to have been deeply imprisoned by the obsession with love. Although she was shaken in her heart, the power of persistence was still so strong that she was unwilling to give up easily.

Although this fierce and explosive confrontation temporarily plunged Lou Xiao'e into deep thought, the direction of events was still shrouded in fog, full of uncertainty and variables.

The crisis faced by this family has not been fundamentally resolved. The road ahead is still full of thorns, ups and downs, and twists and turns. It seems like a difficult journey with no end in sight, making people feel confused and helpless.