My mother treated her words as sweet talk. "Darling, you care about me too much. We are in the same hall, and are you afraid that I'll get lost?"
Dolcie gave her a meaningful look. My mother wanted to say something more, but my dad stopped her with a frown.
He grabbed my mother's arm and let her sit down.
"The children are watching."
My dad almost pinched my mom's arm so hard that it turned blue, but she still managed to act coquettishly.
My mother was firmly convinced that a happy and harmonious family was an important part of her life. She wanted to maintain her marriage with all her strength. So, I was looking forward to how she would react when she saw the video.
The banquet officially began. The host standing on the stage said a lot of compliments, then asked the people in the backstage to turn on the video they had produced.
The original video was a blessing from the younger generation in the family to my grandfather.
Yet, I replaced it with all kinds of intimate photos of my dad and Dolcie as well as their private chat records.
The background music I had dubbed was the sound of the two of them flirting with each other.
Without exaggeration, I saw my mother's face turn pale so rapidly that it seemed like magic.
My dad was even more restless, and Dolcie ran out with her bag covering her face. I shouted suddenly, "Dolcie, do you want to be my stepmother?"
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.
My mother came to her senses. She went straight over and grabbed Dolcie's hair. Having dragged her to the ground, my mother started smashing things at her, trying to vent her anger.
"You bitch, you actually seduce my husband. I'm going to give you a lesson."
She added, "I treat you as my good friend, but you did something so disgusting."
Dolcie fought back. She turned over and sat on my mother, strangling her neck with a ferocious look.
"You have always been jealous of me. When have you ever considered me a good friend? Look at you! You're just a crazy woman, and your husband definitely looks down on you."
"Even so, it's not my turn. You bitch!"
"Who are you calling a bitch?"
Dolcie slapped my mother in the face as she spoke. I pretended to be scared, but I was cheering in my heart.
After all, my mother had slapped me many times before, and now she finally got slapped in the face.
My dad naturally needed to prevent them from fighting.