"Qingqing, do you think it's okay to put it like this?"
Shen Yimo beckoned his daughter to come closer and asked for her opinion.
Mu Qing smiled and said, "Sure, I trust Mom's judgment."
Shen Yimo also smiled and said, "Mom is only responsible for the design, and you are responsible for everything else."
Lan Rui came over and said, "Qingqing, if you need Dad's help with anything, just tell me."
"Dad, don't worry. I won't be polite to you when I need your help."
Lan Rui looked at his wife and praised her, "Yi Mo, our daughter is really capable."
Mu Qing: “…”
The smile on Shen Yimo's face faded, and his voice was light: "Of course my daughter is capable, but that is not your credit, that is the credit of Brother Mu and Sister Zhang."
Lan Rui chuckled, "Although we didn't raise Qingqing, she inherited our excellent genes, which is why she is so smart, considerate, and capable."
Shen Yimo turned and walked away, not bothering to pay attention to this old bastard who always used children as a topic of conversation.
His face is getting thicker and thicker, comparable to a city wall.
Lan Rui, however, followed Shen Yimo like a piece of taffy, constantly finding topics to talk about, mostly talking about their children. Sometimes he praised Mu Qing for her excellence, and sometimes he criticized Lan Zheng for being cold and indifferent, saying that he was in his twenties and still had no girlfriend, and that he would probably be single for the rest of his life.
Lan Zheng: ...daughters are praised, sons are criticized.
Did he give it to me as a gift when I topped up my phone bill?
Shen Yimo was so angry at Lan Rui that he couldn't help but talk to him, which was exactly what Lan Rui wanted.
He would rather have Shen Yimo quarrel with him than have her be distant and cold towards him.
Mu Qing and his wife felt like they had become third wheel.
In the past, others were the third wheel for them.
"Dad, Mom, Long Ting doesn't have enough winter clothes. I'm taking him to buy some new clothes."
Mu Qing found an excuse and slipped away with her husband and her child.
Let your parents handle it slowly.
"Qingqing, Mom is going too."
Shen Yimo was fed up with Lan Rui's chatting and nagging, and wanted to run after her daughter. However, as soon as she finished her words, her daughter and son-in-law ran out of the jewelry store with the child in their arms, as if there was a flood or a beast chasing them.
"Yimo."
Without his daughter and son-in-law present, Lan Rui no longer cared about his face. He held Shen Yimo back and stopped his wife from leaving. He also said, "The store is not done yet. If you leave, who will help you watch it?"
"If you want to go shopping, I'll go with you later. We can go shopping until tomorrow."
Shen Yimo shook off his hand and said, "Who wants you to accompany me, Lan Rui, the door is over there, please get out."
"Yimo, don't be like this. I'm here to protect you. You don't know that there are more and more perverts in Wangcheng. A beauty like you needs a protector like me to be safe."
"You are the number one pervert in Wangcheng."
Lan Rui chuckled, "Thank you, wife, for the compliment."
"Don't call me wife."
"You are my wife. We have been married for over 20 years, and our children are in their twenties."
"Shut up!"
What Shen Yimo hated most was that she wanted to divorce but couldn't.
Every time she handed him a written divorce agreement, he tore it up in front of her.
She was clamoring to file for divorce, but he was even more arrogant than her, saying that as long as he was still alive, she would not be able to get a divorce even if she filed for it.
Sometimes, she couldn't help but pay attention to him...
The workers laughed secretly.
Chen Yimo blushed slightly, and she reached out and pulled Lan Rui into the office specially prepared for her by her daughter. Her and Qingqing's offices were renovated first and are now tidy. Once the outside is ready, they can work here.
Lan Rui wanted her to work at home, and she didn't want to pay attention to him.
She spent almost the first half of her life locked up in the Lan family's manor, without any freedom.
For the rest of her life, that manor will never again hold her captive!
Lan Rui didn't dare to force her now, for fear that she would hate him even more.
"Lan Rui, what do you want?"
In the office, Shen Yimo asked with a dark face, "Are you idle? The Lan Group went bankrupt? The Lan family has nothing to do? You are so idle all day long!"
"Even if the Lan Group goes bankrupt, my private property is enough to support you and your two children. Don't worry."
Lan Rui's dark eyes were fixed on Shen Yimo's face, which was flushed red with anger.
Although she is middle-aged at this age, when she went crazy, he asked Aunt Ling to take care of her every day. She looked ten or twenty years younger than her actual age. In his eyes, she was still so young and beautiful.
Watching her rosy red lips opening and closing, even when she was scolding him, he felt that those were the most tempting lips, making him want to taste them and see if they were as sweet as he remembered.
"You, what do you want to do?"
Shen Yimo suddenly questioned him in a trembling voice.
When Lan Rui came to his senses, he realized that he had become more and more aggressive. He gradually approached his wife, forcing her to retreat continuously, and she was almost retreating to the empty desk.
"Yimo, I..."
Lan Rui did not stop and continued to approach her. When she bumped into the desk, he reached out and pushed her inconspicuously, and she fell backwards.
"Yimo, be careful."
Lan Rui deliberately exclaimed, and quickly reached out to hug her waist, but instead of pulling her up, he pushed her down onto the desk.
Shen Yimo was just beginning to recover from her shock. When she realized that Lan Rui was pressing on her, she immediately pushed him away and cursed, "Lan Rui, you bastard, let me go!"
Lan Rui hugged her tightly and said innocently, "Wife, I didn't do anything. I saw you bumped into the table and were about to fall backwards, so I pulled you up."
Shen Yimo's face was dark, and he gritted his teeth, "Lan Rui, look at you, are you trying to help me now? You're almost breaking my waist."
"Your waist has always been soft, it wouldn't be broken so easily. When we first got married..."
"Shut up!"
Shen Yimo scolded him angrily.
His words also reminded Shen Yimo of the sweetest days between husband and wife.
At that time, the couple were both young and newly married, and their feelings were at their strongest. He was the most unrestrained, and she was willing to obey him. The couple did many outrageous things.
"Yimo, your face is so red, let me feel it and see if you have a fever."
Lan Rui said as he rubbed his face against Shen Yimo's.
"Lan Rui..."
Before Shen Yimo could finish her words, Lan Rui shamelessly blocked her mouth.
Shen Yimo's beautiful eyes widened, and she wanted to stare the old man who was so close to her into a hornet's nest.
Unfortunately, he was thick-skinned and not afraid of her glare.
Bastard, old pervert!
Chen Yimo cursed Lan Rui thousands of times in his heart, hoping that God would send a loud thunder to knock this old bastard unconscious.
God: ...It’s so cold that even the Thunder God has had a day off and can’t strike.
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