As soon as Jun Mohan and Old Lady Jun returned home, they saw Chu Han and Lu Mengting drinking tea in the pavilion in the yard.
As Jun Mohan's car stopped, Lu Mengting's face lit up with joy. She quickly stood up, pulled her skirt and adjusted her hair.
Chu Han said with increasing satisfaction: "Looking at the way you look like a young girl in love, I believe that it won't be long before Mo Han will be fascinated by you."
Lu Mengting was so flattered by the compliment that she smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie. I'll go say hello to Mo Han then."
"Go ahead!"
Seeing her walking towards Jun Mohan's car, Chu Han followed her out and secretly swore in his heart that he would preserve the marriage between the Jun and Lu families at all costs, so that the Jun family would become more and more prosperous. After all, the Lu family's financial strength is second only to the Jun family. Apart from being the richest family, the Lu family is the head of the four major families.
Old Madam Jun opened the door and looked coldly at the woman in front of her who was dressed like a vixen, her eyes full of contempt. Not to mention that she had left Jun Mohan without saying goodbye, she even disliked the fact that she used to follow her grandson around like a follower.
This woman has a sarcastic and mean face, a typical face that will bring bad luck to her husband. There is no warmth or clarity in her eyes. In short, she is not likable.
Lu Mengting had long been accustomed to the old lady's cold eyes. She was obviously cursing the old woman in her heart, but she still smiled and greeted her: "Hello, grandma, I'm here to see Mo Han."
"Humph! Miss Lu, my Mo Han is already married, you'd better stay away from him."
Seeing that the old lady was going to say something even more unpleasant, Chu Han hurriedly pulled her arm and led her into the house, "Mom, this is a matter between young people, don't get involved, let them talk."
As she walked away, Old Lady Jun shook off Chu Han's hand and said coldly, "You and Lu Mengting are really determined to fight to the death. Don't blame me for not reminding you. This girl is very scheming."
"You won't even know you've been sold out by then."
Jun Mohan turned off the car, closed the window, and got out. He glanced at Lu Mengting lightly and was about to walk past her into the house.
Lu Mengting hurriedly followed, "Mo Han, let's talk!"
Jun Mohan paused and asked coldly, "What's there to talk about?"
"I want to explain to you why I left without saying goodbye a few years ago."
"No need, I never care."
After saying this, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and was about to walk into the house.
Lu Mengting was anxious, "If you don't talk to me, I will go find your wife and tell her clearly that I am the one you like."
Jun Mohan was angry. He turned around, took out one hand, grabbed Lu Mengting's hand and dragged him towards the pavilion without any courtesy.
He really couldn't understand women. When he still had feelings for her, she left without saying goodbye. Now that he had become indifferent to her, she stuck with him again, like a dog-skin plaster.
If it weren't for Mo Chen's sake, he would have thrown her out long ago.
Lu Mengting's wrist was hurt by him and bruised. She complained coquettishly, "You hurt me."
"Lu Mengting, don't blame me for not reminding you. My wife is simple-minded and can't stand your scheming. You'd better not provoke her or even appear in front of her, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Lu Mengting didn't expect him to be angry, so she quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Is there really no chance? Actually, I had a secret five years ago."
"No."
The two cold words were devoid of any emotion. He glanced at her with contempt and left.
Finally he stopped and said, "Don't wipe out the last bit of affection I have for you."
Lu Mengting ran out crying and was furious when she returned home. Seeing that his cousin was about to go crazy, Mo Chen hurriedly ordered the servants to take away the precious porcelain.
He was heartbroken. Many expensive porcelains from the Ming and Qing dynasties, as well as Tang tri-colored glazed pottery, were destroyed by her. That was all worth a lot of silver.
This girl is such a spendthrift.
Having vented enough, Lu Mengting stood at the door of the room and glared at Mo Chen.
"Cousin, why am I inferior to his wife? It's too much for him to treat me like this."
Mo Chen nodded, "That's right, I'll go back and have a good talk with him. How could this guy say such things to a beautiful girl? I'll have to beat him up."
"No," Lu Mengting cried, "If it breaks, you have to pay for it!"
"Woo woo~"
Mo Chen rubbed his temples with a headache, "Don't cry, don't cry, you know Jun Mohan is not easily moved, he treats his wife like this, they are just living together, he won't be moved."
Lu Mengting was delighted, her eyes lit with hope, "Really?"
"Well, he's a slow-moving type, but I think you should just give up on him! You're just not his type."
"No way, I must get him back."
…
Compared to the Lu family, the Jun family is not much better.
Chu Han was very angry about Lu Mengting's departure. He was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner. He kept glaring at his disappointing son. It really proved what people say: a grown-up son is no longer under the control of his mother.
Chu Han felt uncomfortable, but the old lady was happy.
From time to time, she would give a thumbs up to her grandson who was eating, "You are worthy of being my good grandson, domineering, and have the youthful style of your grandma."
"Men like this are the most attractive, and only our Wen Xin is worthy of you."
Chu Han walked over, glared at the old lady, and placed his phone heavily in front of Jun Mohan. "Give me that woman's phone number, I'll go find her. I want to see what drug she gave you to make you stupid."
"You don't want a good woman, but a country girl with a sick mother. If you are not ashamed, I will be ashamed too."
The old lady shouted coldly: "You are not allowed to give it to me."
Chu Han's face was tense and his tone was dull: "Mom, this is a matter between me and my son, can you please stop interfering?"
Such an impolite attitude made Old Lady Jun slam the chopsticks in her hand on the table. "You want a warm phone call, then it has something to do with me. What's more, Jun Mohan is your son and my grandson. Why can't I say anything?"
"Chu Han, let me tell you, don't even think about breaking them up, or I'll never let you go."
Jun Mohan got up with a headache, pulled out a piece of paper and said coldly: "I'm full, I'm leaving."
"Come back," Chu Han said angrily.
Jun Mohan turned around and said, "If someone interferes too much in my relationship with Wen Xin and hurts our relationship, then I won't return to this home."
"You have another son anyway."
After leaving these domineering words, Jun Mohan got into the car under the cover of night and drove away.
At the moment, there were only Old Lady Jun and Chu Han in the living room. Uncle Fu and Sister-in-law Fu were so scared by the smoke that they retreated with their servants after preparing the meal.
Old Madam Jun glared at Chu Han, who was about to cry. She herself had no appetite and suddenly said, "I don't want to eat anymore."
"When you force your son not to come home, you will feel relieved. It would be best if you can drive me out too."
After saying that, he went straight upstairs.
Chu Han was so angry that he sat down at the dining table and sobbed quietly.
…
When Jun Mohan returned home, Wen Xin had not arrived yet. He looked at the time and it was almost ten o'clock. He felt a little hungry, after all, he had just eaten a few bites at home before leaving.
He turned on the light and sat on the sofa. Just as he was about to take off his socks, he saw Mo Chen video chatting with him.
He picked up the phone weakly and put it on the table. He knew that the guy was calling about Lu Mengting. Although he didn't want to mention this woman, he still picked up the phone for Mo Chen's sake.
"Tell me! How are we going to call for justice?"
Mo Chen smiled, "You guy, do you want me to scold you so much?"
Jun Mohan: "......"
"You really don't like Meng Ting anymore?"
Jun Mohan nodded, "I have already made it clear to her today, don't bother me and Wen Xin in the future. I hope you can persuade her as well, otherwise I am afraid that I will say something even more extreme, which will hurt her and affect our relationship."
"Okay, I know that you've developed a crush on your Wen Xin recently. I'm not stupid, but can you promise me that you won't say too much to her? After all, this girl has been spoiled, and I'm afraid she won't be able to let it go."
"Um!"
Jun Mohan responded indifferently, and suddenly thought of something and asked, "Let me ask you something. I've been feeling down and upset lately, and I can't get rid of my anger. Am I sick?"
“Why do you feel down?”
"Tsk, how should I put it?" He rubbed his head tiredly and said, "Wen Xin often ignores me, and then I feel inexplicably irritated and always want to arouse her interest?"
"Wait... Mengting called me and hung up first."
Mo Chen hung up the phone, but Jun Mohan's worries were not resolved. He threw his phone down and went to the balcony in annoyance, his stomach rumbling.
Why hasn’t this woman come back yet?
Wen Xin was getting off work at the barbecue stall. The boss paid her the bill and looked at her with satisfaction and said, "Wen Xin, you are such a hardworking person! You work hard."
"Thank you, boss and madam."
Wen Xin took the money with a smile, and then the proprietress handed her a bag.
"Girl, go back and be careful. This is the barbecue that the customer just ordered and couldn't finish it. He returned it to us to avoid wasting it. Consider it an extra reward for you."
The delicious skewers of meat caught her eyes, full of aroma, and she had been craving for this bite for several days.
He took it happily, thanked me repeatedly, and then rode his bike towards home.
They soon arrived at the residential complex. When they pressed the elevator button to get on the elevator, a tall man came over. He was wearing a black baseball cap, a black mask, black clothes and shoes. He was dressed in black. His hands were behind his back, but Wen Xin saw the baseball bat in his hand.
She was so nervous that she didn't dare to go in.
The terrifying image of the elevator flashed in her mind, but the door was already open, and the corridor was so quiet that even the sound of a mosquito could not be heard.
Seeing that the man did not enter, she hurried in, but just as she stepped in, the man followed her into the elevator.
She pressed the third button, but the man didn't.
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