Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone with The Money by Little Treasure

“Really? I thought you married into our family,” Old Man Neal retorted and his feelings toward his

grandson were a mix of love and exasperation. “Cynthia plays chess with me, practices. calligraphy

with me, and accompanies me during my standing meditation. What have you done for me?”

“Didn’t you want me to manage the Neal Group well?”

“No.”

Joshua did not know what to say.

“Grandpa, try this dish. It’s your favorite.” Cynthia used serving utensils to offer Old Man Neal his

favorite dish.

“Cynthia is the best,” Old Man Neal immediately cheered up.

Joshua felt a bit redundant. He caught a glimpse of Cynthia pleasing the elders, and a hint of

happiness that he did not even notice himself emerged from deep within his heart.

When Cynthia first married him, Old Man Neal had not been particularly fond of her. Although his

parents were polite to her, they did not genuinely like her either. Aristocratic families valued equal social

status, but they had already registered their marriage, so the dissatisfaction was not openly expressed.

Later, as they interacted more, Old Man Neal grew fond of

Cynthia and would often call Joshua to ask if she had any free

It was just a small family dinner. Aside from the two of them, only their grandparents, parents, and the

housekeeper were present. As they entered, everyone greeted them warmly. Mrs. Neal Senior, in

particular, pulled Cynthia to sit beside her, and the two of them chatted happily.

Observing the scene, Joshua’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. His intuition told him that getting a

divorce might not be so easy after all.

“Mr. Ferguson, please serve the food.”

“Yes, Master.”

In no time, a variety of delicious dishes were brought to the table.

At first, everyone enjoyed their meal until Old Man Neal

cleared his throat and broached a subject. “You two have been married for two years now. When do

you plan to have children?

“There’s no rush,” Joshua replied calmly.

“Did I ask you?” Old Man Neal seemed quite displeased with Joshua. “I’m asking Cynthia.”

Joshua fell silent.

Cynthia swallowed the food in her mouth before responding, There’s no rush.”

Joshua shot her a sideways glance. Was she doing this on purpose?

Mrs. Neal Senior asked with concern, “Is Joshua treating you badly? If he’s not treating you well, just

tell us, and we’ll stand

up for you.”

“Just speak up, don’t be afraid. Our family members should never have to endure wrongfulness,” Old

Man Neal chimed in, clearly fond of Cynthia.

Joshua interjected, “Grandpa, I am a family member.”

“Really? I thought you married into our family,” Old Man Neal retorted and his feelings toward his

grandson were a mix of love and exasperation. “Cynthia plays chess with me, practices. calligraphy

with me, and accompanies me during my standing meditation. What have you done for me?”

“Didn’t you want me to manage the Neal Group well?”

“No.”

Joshua did not know what to say.

“Grandpa, try this dish. It’s your favorite.” Cynthia used serving utensils to offer Old Man Neal his

favorite dish.

“Cynthia is the best,” Old Man Neal immediately cheered up.

Joshua felt a bit redundant. He caught a glimpse of Cynthia pleasing the elders, and a hint of

happiness that he did not even notice himself emerged from deep within his heart.

When Cynthia first married him, Old Man Neal had not been particularly fond of her. Although his

parents were polite to her, they did not genuinely like her either. Aristocratic families valued equal social

status, but they had already registered their marriage, so the dissatisfaction was not openly expressed.

Later, as they interacted more, Old Man Neal grew fond of

Cynthia and would often call Joshua to ask if she had any free

time. Joshua, who spent most of his time at the company, simply gave them each other’s numbers and

let them contact one another directly. He was not sure what had transpired between them, but their

relationship grew stronger. One thing was certain, earning such affection from Old Man Neal was not

achieved merely by being sweet–talking or tactful.

Throughout the meal, the atmosphere remained pleasant, thanks to Cynthia’s efforts.

Cynthia knew that once the dinner was over, it would be time to discuss certain matters that were not

suitable for the dinner

table.

“Joshua, go to the kitchen and prepare some fruit for Cynthia. Do it yourself,” Mrs. Neal instructed with

a gentle and elegant demeanor.

Joshua glanced at Cynthia and gave a slight nod. “Alright.”

With Joshua gone, Old Man Neal and Mrs. Neal Senior turned their attention to Cynthia. Neal Senior

pretended to read his newspaper, occasionally eavesdropping, the quintessential onlooker.

“Cynthia, be honest with me. Is there any special reason why you two haven’t had a child after all this

time?” Mrs. Neal inquired delicately.

Cynthia hesitated for a moment.

Before Cynthia could react, Mrs. Neal Senior blurted out, ” Does Joshua have any fertility problems?”

“No,” Cynthia stammered, unsure how to respond.

“You don’t need to cover for him. No children after all this

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time must mean that the young man is incapable,” Old Man Neal, dressed in a traditional suit, said

kindly but firmly.

Cynthia and Joshua, who had just returned with the fruit, did not know what to say.

Neal Senior caught a glimpse of Joshua and raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a meaningful gaze.

“Son, are you not up to the task?”

Joshua’s face darkened. “It’s you who’s not up to it.”

“Where would you be if I wasn’t up to it?” Neal Senior retorted, proving that oldies were goldies.

Joshua did not know how to respond.

“What are you waiting for, Joshua?” Old Man Neal’s tone became stern, as if Joshua was adopted.

“Serve the fruit to Cynthia.”