Chapter 160 Spiritual Satisfaction and Material Satisfaction

From the child, Wen Xin learned that the old man was 86 years old. His family was unfilial and disliked him and his paralyzed wife because they were dirty and a burden to them, so they drove them out.

From then on, they lived in the bridge tunnel under the overpass. The old woman was in poor health and paralyzed on the bed. The old man had to pick up bottles during the day to exchange for some money to buy some things, and then the old couple would eat. They only had one meal a day, and at night he would go back to the bridge tunnel to sleep with his wife.

It has been half a year since I started to live in the open air.

Wen Xin frowned after hearing this and looked at the old man with an uncomfortable look.

She was absent-minded when cooking at home. She was not a kind person. After all, she could hardly take care of herself and had no time to care about others.

But my heart still aches when I see that scene.

I not only feel sorry for them being helpless in their old age, but I also feel sorry for the unfilial son whom they raised all their lives. It is said that raising sons is a way to provide for one's old age, but the result is a naked irony.

The meal was ready, but Jun Mohan had not come back yet. Wen Xin received a message from him saying that the lawsuit would be postponed for an hour and he would be back late, so he asked Wen Xin to eat first.

Wen Xin saved his dishes, and seeing that there was still a lot left, she gave a portion to the old couple in the grandfather's family, and then had dinner with Xia Xia.

After dinner, she took Zhang Xia downstairs. The old man was still on the roadside. He seemed to have difficulty walking. He was sitting by the flower bed and beating his leg with a cane. There was half a bag of bottles and cardboard next to him.

Wen Xin handed the lunch box to Zhang Xia and said, "Xia Xia, can you give this meal to that old man?"

"This is a good deed, why don't you go, Sister Wenxin?"

"Sister, I won't go. He doesn't know me."

Wen Xin stood aside and watched Zhang Xia talking to the old man. The old man then cried and thanked her repeatedly, then took the meal home tremblingly.

The warm heart was slightly touched. On the way back after sending Zhang Xia home, the old man was gone.

Just then, a car horn sounded behind her. She turned around and Jun Mohan stuck his head out, "Why are you here?"

"Uncle, I'll take Xia Xia home."

"Get in the car."

Wen Xin got in the car and drove into the community.

When getting off the car, Jun Mohan noticed that the woman sitting in the back seat had been in a daze. Knowing that she was worried, he leaned over, smoothed his beard and asked, "What are you thinking about so intently?"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, he smiled warmly, "It's okay. By the way, how was your participation in the Wen family's lawsuit today?"

"Let's talk about it when we get home."

Jun Mohan got out of the car first and opened the door for her. Wen Xin gradually got used to his gentlemanly behavior.

As she got out of the car, he closed the door, and then a pair of warm hands held her hands.

Wen Xin was so scared that she pulled her hand back as if she was electrocuted, but when she struggled, he held her hand tightly.

I heard his gentle voice: "Is it okay for you to hold your wife's hand?"

She smiled warmly, shook her head, and finally let him hold her. Seeing that she did not resist, Jun Mohan unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

Wen Xin couldn't wait to ask about the lawsuit when she got home. Jun Mohan took off his suit and put it on the sofa. He said in a good mood, "Our company's legal department has never lost a lawsuit. We won the divorce lawsuit. Mu Chenxi took the initiative to file for divorce. As a result, she not only had to compensate Wen Yue for her dowry, but also an additional compensation of 5 million. Wen Yue has promised to give 5 million to the migrant workers, and the rest will be given to the families of the three deceased."

"She got so much compensation and only gave 5 million to the migrant workers. That's three lives. So she made a profit," Wen Xin said sullenly. She felt so angry when she thought of the workers who died in vain because of Wen Guoqiang.

Jun Mohan said: "When the shareholders of Wen Group heard about this, they went to block Wen Yue's house. The hotel where Wen Yue is staying now will probably kick her and her daughter out because they don't want to cause trouble."

"I don't care about this. I only care about the hard-earned money of migrant workers."

"The money should be in place tomorrow. After all, the law is not something that anyone can joke with."

Wen Xin was still uneasy: "Did Mu Chenxi transfer the money to her?"

"I heard the fight will happen tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll take the migrant workers with me to look for Wen Yue tomorrow. I'm always worried that the migrant workers won't get their hard-earned money."

The warm words made Jun Mohan smile, and he said, "I'll accompany you."

"You always skip work for me, isn't Jun always angry?"

"Don't worry, he's very open-minded and won't do that."

Thinking of this, Wen Xin walked over and asked, "By the way, how are he and his wife who is a few years younger than him?"

Jun Mohan's gaze fell on her fair and pretty nose, with a half-smile in his eyes, and there was an indescribable doting in his eyes. This scene made Wen Xin's heart beat faster. At this moment, he retracted his gaze, put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the sofa.

"It's similar to us. They haven't made their relationship public, but their feelings are growing stronger. It's just that his wife is slow to warm up. She always thinks it's unbelievable to marry the richest man, so she doesn't believe she's lucky. It feels unreal and she has no sense of security in love."

Wen Xin stared at him closely, feeling uncomfortable with the word "shitty luck" he mentioned. What he meant was that she was lucky to find him.

Thinking of this, she smiled and said, "So you mean I was just lucky to find you?"

Her words made Jun Mohan laugh, "This is your idea, it has nothing to do with me."

"But you are really lucky to meet a man as good as me."

"Try to say it again? Who is so lucky?" The depressed mood disappeared instantly because of Jun Mohan's words. She clenched her fist and hit his chest with a smile on her face.

Just as she leaned over, Jun Mohan grabbed her wrist, and Wen Xin fell on him without warning, with her forehead touching his lips. The intimate action startled Wen Xin, and she quickly got up.

Jun Mohan's heart was beating wildly like a little white rabbit, and the moment she moved, he would completely fall for her. He subconsciously pressed his hand on her waist, his eyes falling on her fair forehead and long eyelashes.

"Uncle, I sprained my waist and just wanted to get up."

Jun Mohan didn't say anything.

Wen Xin looked up, and their eyes met. He spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "Wen Xin, I ran around for your sake, and even begged everyone to help you solve this problem. How are you going to compensate me?"

"So what do you want? Just tell me! If you want an expensive gift, I can't afford it. When I was a cleaner, I only made 3,000 a month, and now I'm unemployed and I don't have a job."

Jun Mohan smiled, "Little liar, since material things can't satisfy me, how about spiritual satisfaction?"

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