Chapter 245 The Kindest Aunt

It was unknown what Mr. Jian said to Jian Zhou. The latter was very depressed when he left the room and didn't even dare to raise his head.

Jian Mo saw this from the corner of his eye, sighed, and asked the man beside him, "Has Jian Zhou been in Heaven on Earth these days?"

Huo Qichen filled a spoonful of soup and handed it to her mouth, "Taste the saltiness."

She opened her lips.

"Liang Qiu will not make mistakes. He has given the order, and Jian Zhou will definitely not be able to leave. He knows how to discipline people, so you can rest assured about this."

"It tastes just right." Jian Mo nodded, then turned and left the kitchen. She saw Jian Zhou just walking to the door, preparing to leave.

"Stay." As soon as these words came out, Jian Zhou and Jian's father looked up at the same time, both very surprised.

She paused and said, "It's late, stay and have dinner together."

"sister……"

"Xiaomo." Father Jian was a little worried.

Jian Mo didn't respond, but said to Jian Zhou: "Still standing there, come in and serve the dishes."

Soon, Jian Zhou smiled happily, responded and walked into the kitchen.

This was a rare family reunion, the lights were warm, and Jian Zhou raised his glass during the meal. "Sister, I was such a jerk before. I'm sorry to you. I apologize. I won't do it again. I will help you take care of father."

Everyone was silent. Jian Mo was a little surprised to hear his confession. Then her eyes became moist and she forced a smile, "Grown up?"

"Grown up." Jian Zhou said apologetically.

Jian Mo then raised her glass and clinked it with his, "That's fine." She drank it all in one gulp.

The dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests. Huo Qichen was still ill and could not drink, so he frequently served food to the two elders and Jian Mo during the meal.

After dinner, Jian Mo took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Jian Zhou followed, offering to help. Huo Qichen sat in the living room with the two elders. He personally made tea, which tasted excellent, and his attitude was sincere and attentive.

Jian Mo placed the phone with him, and it suddenly vibrated. He subconsciously took a look and saw a note from someone named Aunt Jiang: Xiao Jian, my daughter came to see me today. She learned that you saved me and wanted to thank you very much. When are you free?

Huo Qichen frowned slightly. This surname sounded familiar.

He scrolled up through the chat and found nothing but verification messages, which were from a few days ago.

Everything was over. Grandpa liked the feeling of having someone accompany him and insisted on staying here. Huo Qi Chen had no choice but to leave with Jian Mo.

"You mentioned Aunt Jiang, it was a coincidence." In the car, Jian Mo sat in the passenger seat and recounted what happened that day in detail. "You know, she has a very gentle temperament. She is the most kind aunt I have ever met. Look, this lucky bag in the car was given to me by her. She said it was for my safety."

There was indeed a lucky bag tied to the car.

"She said she would keep me safe. I don't drive much, so I'll give it to you, Huo Qichen. I hope you're safe." Jian Mo said with a smile.

He curled his lips.

She was still mumbling, "I wonder what kind of daughter she can raise. She must be just like her."

As she spoke, she politely declined Aunt Jiang's offer, saying that she was busy recently and there was no need for a special thank you.

"Old house, temple." Huo Qichen chewed on the key words.

"Yeah, is there anything wrong?"

Huo Qichen turned the steering wheel with both hands, unable to recall what was wrong, and shook his head gently, "No, you did a great job."

"Next time we go back to the old house, let's go see her together. She lives alone and looks very lonely." Jian Mo was kind-hearted and sincere.

"good."

The next day, Jian Mo was the first to push open the door of the studio and saw Qingying, who had arrived early. She was sitting in the sun, with a beautiful figure. She looked up when she heard the voice and said, "Oh, President Jian is here so early too."

Jian Mo didn't smile. She walked closer and looked at Qingying's face carefully. She had deliberately put on thick foundation so that the original wound could not be seen. She was wearing long clothes and long pants, covering her face tightly.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qingying was still smiling, but the next second her wrist was pulled away, and Jian Mo suddenly lifted up her sleeve, revealing her slender white arm covered with bruises and scars.

Qingying's smile turned awkward, "What are you doing?"

"How many of them were scratched by you, and how many were caused by him?" Jian Mo finally asked with his anger still undiminished.

"..." Qingying concealed the dejection in her eyes and turned around. "Nothing new happens in wealthy families. I got something I shouldn't have, so I should naturally bear the corresponding price."

Jian Mo didn't understand and raised her voice, "He was the one who proposed to me in a high-profile manner. Qingying, don't underestimate yourself."

"I begged him." Qingying interrupted her, and the latter was stunned. "At that time, my family was in trouble and I had no money. Brother Zhou and Brother Huo both helped me. I thought if I scraped together some more, it should be enough to last for a while, so I called Wen Yuan and asked her to borrow money, but she refused."

"We've been sisters for many years. When she was away from home, I kept looking for news for her. I thought she would help me no matter what. But I didn't expect that at that moment, she wouldn't even consider me as much as you do."

After hearing this, Jian Mo was stunned.

In her impression, Wen Yuan is not the image of a stingy young lady.

Qingying took a deep breath, as if she had guessed what she was thinking. "She is very selfish and only interacts with people who are beneficial to her. Seeing that I am useless, she wants to abandon me. I am an abandoned child."

"I had no choice. I met Wen Qiushi when I was desperate. He had pursued me before, so I had no choice but to give in to him."

Qingying smiled as she spoke. "I can actually feel that he really likes me, but he also really looks down on me. After we got married, he explicitly and covertly forbade me from going out to work. If I said a word to another man, he would inexplicably treat me with cold violence. Later, it gradually escalated into domestic violence."

Just hearing it was frightening. Jian Mo frowned. She could guess that Qingying had such a proud and stubborn personality and would not give in. Therefore, the problems between the two would only escalate.

"Don't you live in the Wen family? Logically, Wen Jing and Wen Yuan are both here, so they don't care?"

"Wen Jing turned a blind eye to his son, and Wen Yuan and I have long been at odds. She won't help me. Her whole family is unhappy with this marriage."

"Where are the servants?"

"Wen Qiushi has a secret room in the Wen family. He usually drags me in and beats me. Even if the servants know, it won't do anything."

Jian Mo felt suffocated, "Can we leave?"

She has now developed thoughts of suicide and this marriage cannot continue.

Qingying gave him a grateful look, "Not in the short term, don't worry. He has another woman outside and doesn't come home often. I just need to be a little more cautious."

Jian Mo was still worried and walked around the office, but still felt something was wrong. She hesitated for a moment and sent a message to Xu Ming: Brother Ming, do you know a reliable psychologist in the hospital?