She was not some fragile item; logically, she should have been the nervous daughter-in-law.
"Aunt, you don't have to be too polite."
Si Zhilan also found it a bit funny and patted her mother's shoulder, "It's okay, Mom. Xiaren is not one of those delicate and squeamish young ladies. A cooked duck can't fly away."
Qiao Xiaren: "..."
A cooked... duck?
What does that mean?
Sure enough, Mrs. Si gave her daughter's hand a pat, scolding, "What nonsense are you spouting, you girl!"
Si Zhilan stuck out her tongue and bounced energetically beside Qiao Xiaren, linking her arm.
Qiao Xiaren smiled. Her previously nervous heart settled down amid the noisy atmosphere. She had been overthinking; Mrs. Si had liked her from the start, so perhaps there was no need to worry too much about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues.
Looking again at the tall figure before her, Qiao Xiaren softly curved her lips, suddenly feeling that everything was heading in a beautiful direction.