Asking for Advice: How to Suppress My Mother-in-law at the Wedding

　　Little did I expect, my mother-in-law was displeased and shielded her son behind her.

　　"Cathy, don't go too far. Today is my son's wedding and you can't say such unlucky things. The guests are watching, and you need to consider the Harrington family's reputation."

　　Looking around, I saw relatives and friends whispering and watching us.

　　My sister-in-law stepped in to defuse the situation. "Cathy, what's wrong with the bride living with her mother-in-law? When you have kids, my mom can help you with them. It's a good thing, isn't it?"

　　Humph. I bought the house myself, and I will kick them out when the time comes. For now, I decided not to argue.

　　I whispered in Zane's ear, "You need to promise me that after the wedding, you'll book a five-star hotel for your parents and send them home in a few days."

　　His face darkened, and he looked stern.

　　"Cathy, they are my parents. You're pushing them out right after the wedding. What will others think of me?"

　　I didn't care what others think of you. If you were not willing to book them a good hotel, who had their in-laws living with them right after the wedding?

　　"Just promise me that the wedding will continue as planned, and I won't mention the matching outfits again. Is that too difficult?"

　　My sister-in-law couldn't hold back anymore and came forward to oppose. "Houses are meant to be lived in. The house also has my brother's name on it. Why can't my mom live here? They came from far away, and as a daughter-in-law, making them stay in a hotel is simply unfilial!"

　　I was also fed up and retorted directly.

　　"Then why don't you take them to your home? You're the most filial."

　　My sister-in-law was immediately at a loss for words, unable to respond.

　　"This is my wedding with Zane. I can overlook the fact that my mother-in-law wore the same traditional costume as I did, but moving into our new home without consulting me? Who wouldn't be uncomfortable with that?"

　　Seeing the situation, the master of ceremonies was also sweating and hurriedly reminded us that we were still in the process and should discuss these matters later.

　　Then, Zane, using a mix of coaxing and persuasion, said he would respect me and would handle it after the wedding. I agreed and no one wants their wedding to turn unpleasant.

　　After the ring exchange, it was time for toasts.

　　When it was Zane's relatives' turn, I noticed a girl who looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red, and she didn't stand up, only burying her head in her food.

　　When I went to toast her, she looked up with a hint of hostility. I thought I had offended her with my earlier behavior.

　　But her reaction seemed odd.

　　She didn't clink glasses with me, and my mother-in-law went over to whisper in her ear, making her instantly smile.

　　My mother-in-law explained, "Anna, isn't feeling well. I'll drink her glass of wine for her."

　　It was strange. What kind of relative was she?

　　Why should my mother-in-law drink on behalf of a younger relative?

　　She looked only a few years younger than me, probably a college student, and had a somewhat prosperous look.

　　"Honey, who is she?"

　　Zane glanced at her with a fleeting expression. She looked directly at him with a bold stare.

　　"She's a distant cousin of mine who came with my mom."

　　I said, "Oh," and didn't think much of it.

　　But when his cousin stood up, I noticed her protruding belly. It was clear it wasn't from overeating.

　　My woman's intuition told me something was off about this cousin.

　　I approached her again to offer a toast.

　　"Are you my husband's cousin? Let me toast you."

　　My mother-in-law hurried over. "Can't you understand what I said? She can't drink!"

　　I looked at her belly and asked, "You look young, probably still in college. Are you dating anyone?"

　　My mother-in-law interrupted and said, "That's a private matter. Why do you need to know?"

　　"No particular reason. I just thought she might be a good match for a friend of mine who's looking for a girlfriend. The one who's a wealthy man, you know him. What do you think?"

　　I held Zane's arm intimately, and he lowered his head with a wry smile.

　　"Well, it's good."

　　Seeing the cousin's glaring eyes, my sister-in-law quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

　　"We should move on to the next table. Everyone is waiting. Cathy, let's not discuss unrelated topics."

　　The family was covering for each other, proving the old saying, "There's no silver here, only a lot of gold."