She was probably the most submissive she had ever been ever since they got married. She so obediently sat next to him that Jungkook looked shocked and surprised.
"Mom is cutting the fruits in the kitchen. Drink some water to moisten your throat." Jungkook reached over to pour a glass of water for Lisa, only to find that the water was cold. He got up and went to the kitchen to reheat the tea.
When Mrs. Jeon came out from the kitchen with a plate of cut-up watermelon and grapes, she witnessed their interaction and her son's response. No mother in the world would be happy to see their sons, whom they pampered and coddled, bowing down to other women with tameness like a dog pleasing its owner.
Therefore, Mrs. Jeon snorted before walking over to the living room. She glared at Lisa and felt rather anguished and agitated. As a mother, she knew how much her son adored his wife, but Lisa didn't seem to warm up to her son at all. Mrs. Jeon was very upset and dismayed whenever she thought about this.
"It's so hot and humid, why do you want to drink hot water?" Mrs. Jeon chided gently. After placing the plate of fruits on the table, Mrs. Jeon turned back to the kitchen, snatched the glass from Jungkook's hand, and huffed.
"And you! Lisa is a grown-up, why are you treating her like a three-year-old kid? Do you need to handle everything for her? Do you need to feed her or dress her too? You haven't drunk a sip of water since you came home, have you? Look at you, sweating like a dog. Others don't feel bad for you but your mother does! Go and wait outside, I'll serve your wife for you!"
"Mom, she's sick," Jungkook explained in a resigned tone. He patted his mom's shoulder to express gratitude before leaving the kitchen, knowing that his mom would not let him do anything if he stayed here.
Mrs. Jeon's underlying argument was obvious. She was blaming Lisa for her son's own efforts. Thankfully, she did not say it too harshly. She peeked at the jumbo clock in the living room, mumbling about her daughter and son-in-law's late arrival.
Truth be told, nagging flowed in all mothers' blood. After her rambling, she heard some noises outside the door. She looked towards the living room and shouted at Jungkook, "Your sister and brother-in-law are home, go and welcome them!"
Jungkook didn't move at her order. Instead, Mr. Jeon uttered, "They're not outsiders, it's our daughter and son-in-law. Do you think this is a hotel? They know their way in."
Lisa, on the other hand, felt a little awkward to continue sitting. However, just when she was about to get up, Jungkook stretched his arm and pulled her back onto the sofa. "You're unwell. Sit down and don't move around."
After he finished speaking, Jeon Somi and her husband Zhao Eunwoo opened the door and entered the house.
Somi had a downcast expression on her face when she entered, though.
Mrs. Jeon's motherly instinct kicked in as she rushed toward her daughter after seeing her expression and asked in a concerned tone, "Somi, what's the matter? Why are you upset?"
"Mom, don't ask me. Ask your precious daughter-in-law!" Getting around her mother, Somi walked straight into the house. She scanned the living room and saw the three people sitting on the sofa. She strode toward Lisa, raised her hand, and threw an item mercilessly at Lisa's face.
Her motion was so sudden that Jungkook was taken by surprise and could not stop it in time. He saw a letter flying toward Lisa's face and then falling onto her knee, the sharp edges of the letter leaving a blood-red mark across Lisa's tender and fair skin. He berated, " Jeon Somi, what are you doing!"
He called her out by her full name, indicating his burning rage of fury.
"You idiot!" Somi was so angry when she saw that Jungkook was about to tear her apart. "Why don't you ask your dear wife what has she done?"

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