Engagement banquet, my boyfriend and I welcomed guests at the door.

Cousin appeared after a long absence, elegant and beautiful, like a painting.

My usually calm boyfriend's expression suddenly changed.

He reached out his hand, his voice hoarse: "Sister, hello, I am Song Liang."

Cousin smiled faintly, bent down to pick up her children, son in her left hand, daughter in her right.

She had just divorced, living alone with her two children.

Song Liang left me and took the initiative to guide her.

He led cousin to the table of his university classmates, saying, "Please take care of our sister."

Then he hurried back, picked up two small cakes from the dessert table.

I hurriedly stopped him:

"You can't take these yet.

"The banquet hasn't started, we have to wait until after the ceremony and photos to distribute them."

Song Liang became impatient:

"Why are you suddenly so stingy?

"I only took two. Just move the rest a bit, no one will notice."

Saying that, he walked over, handed the cakes to the two children, and even patted his niece's head.

I helplessly smiled bitterly and started arranging the remaining cakes.

Suddenly, the aunts and mothers rushed over, scrambling for the small cakes.

They complained that some had already been eaten, while their grandchildren were just watching, why shouldn't they have any.

The carefully arranged dessert table was instantly in chaos.

The red and gold engagement book was also squeezed to the ground, stepped on with black footprints.

The photographer's assistant futilely tried to stop the guests: "Please don't take them, we still need to take photos."

But as an outsider, her words carried little weight.

I sadly pulled her aside: "Forget it."

Song Liang arrived late.

I picked up the engagement book, dusted it off, and couldn't help but complain to him, "Look at what you've caused!"

But he wasn't listening.

Although he stood by my side, his gaze was fixed on cousin from a distance.

The little niece smiled at him with cake in her mouth.

Song Liang reached out his hand and playfully made a victory sign.

I stood there holding the engagement book, feeling stunned.

He clearly, really disliked children.