East Garden--

Within the courtyard of classical architecture.

At night, big red lanterns hang high.

In the courtyard, there are small bridges and flowing water, carved beams and painted rafters, everywhere are green trees and red flowers, every arrangement is exquisite, every scenery is inviting.

The East Garden used to be the residence of the last Prince, a Prince of eminent status.

Later, the regime changed, the Royal House dissolved completely, and these so-called royal nobility became ordinary people with nothing to rely on, some leaving, some scattering.

Now, this exquisite residence has been converted into a high-class and elegant dining establishment.

Though it’s a restaurant, its style is remarkably high-end, not a place the average person can afford.

On the stage across a pond, there is a dedicated musician playing the piano. If you want to hear a particular tune, just hand over the sheet music and request it, once selected, the musician will perform a piece for you.

If you want more entertainment, you can directly select a dance tune, with both music and dance, offering a double enjoyment of both auditory and visual senses.

On the octagonal mahogany table, exquisite porcelain holds equally exquisite delicacies, the food on the plates is a feast for the senses.

Enjoying such delicious cuisine in such a beautiful environment is supposed to be a delightful experience, but among the four people sitting at the table, there is one person who has been scowling all along.

"Come, Scarlett, try this."

"This tastes good too, give it a try."

"Don’t just focus on the dishes, have some soup too; this bird’s nest soup is very well stewed, sweet but not greasy."

Every sentence Matthew Saxon uttered made the person across from him scowl a little more.

When he brought a spoonful of bird’s nest soup to Scarlett Yates’ lips, Ian Douglas could no longer tolerate it. With a loud slap, the chopsticks were placed heavily on the table.

"Grandfather, what’s wrong? Do you find the music unpleasant?" Matthew Saxon turned his head, giving a faint glance, "Why not choose a different one?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Ian Douglas did not dislike the music; he was furious at Matthew Saxon deliberately flaunting his affection in front of him.

The more he expressed his displeasure towards Scarlett Yates, the more his wayward grandson pampered her in front of him.

It was clearly a provocation!

This meal, he’s eating with a belly full of anger, they called it a welcome dinner, is this really welcoming or clearing dust?"

They say a man forgets his parents when he has a wife; this rascal not only forgets his mother but also disregards his grandfather.

Look at him, achieving so little, spending his days revolving around a woman, it’s infuriating.

The meal had barely been consumed for ten minutes, yet he was already filled with fury.

"While eating, feeding back and forth, what does it look like? If there were others present, what would they think?"

"I don’t agree, grandfather. What’s wrong with me feeding my own woman?" Matthew Saxon, unfazed, looked at Ian Douglas’s outburst.

Ian Douglas replied coldly, "If you want to pamper your own woman, do it behind closed doors, no one will care, but in public, you need to pay attention. Do I have to teach you this?"

"Today here at this dining table, neither Grandfather nor Uncle Spencer are outsiders; is Grandfather implying I should treat you as an outsider?" Matthew Saxon smirked slightly, speaking leisurely, then picked up a cup of the brewed Biluochun, took a sip to clear his throat before continuing, "If Grandfather prefers it this way, I can certainly accommodate you."

"You little rascal, are you just determined to go against me! Every time I speak, you always have to talk back; you won’t be content until you anger me to death, is that it!"