Wu Hua was very articulate, and her analysis made Yin Muqiao nod involuntarily.
"Then tell me, what should we do about this?"
When asked by Yin Muqiao, Wu Hua thought for a moment and then began to speak.
"Ah Qiao, in my opinion, you should go find Jian He now and ask her to release Auntie for the sake of you two being husband and wife."
In front of Wu Hua, Yin Muqiao dared not tell her that Jian He had already turned against him. He said resentfully, "Hmph, I'm looking for her... does she even deserve it?"
"I will never stoop to her level, and I will never forgive her for what she did."
"Don't think that just because she's using these despicable tactics to blackmail me, I'll obediently go back to her side. No way. This time, I have to teach her a lesson."
Yin Muqiao naively believed that everything Jian He did was just to make him settle down and go back to live with him.
What is the reality?
“I know, I know what you’re saying, but Ah Qiao, you did this to save your aunt, didn’t you? It’s nothing to bow your head to your mother for her sake, I understand.”
"Ah Qiao, it's all my fault. It was my uncontrollable feelings for you that made Jian He so angry with you. To prevent you from being humiliated, maybe I should just back out."
"That way, Jian He won't be angry anymore, and you'll still have a home to go back to..."
After saying that, Wu Hua covered her face and began to sob.
She did this so that she wouldn't be accused of wanting to dump Yin Muqiao, and so that she could make him spend a lot of money on her after he regained control of the Jian Group.
Wu Hua's crying was too much for Yin Muqiao to bear.
He held Wu Hua in his arms and comforted her softly.
"It's not your fault that you're painting; it's because I fell in love with you first, and now you're being dragged down by me for no reason."
"Blame that damned woman Jian He. She's used every trick in the book to get me. I'd rather be a homeless person than bow down to her."
As Yin Muqiao spoke, he reached out and hugged Wu Hua. Having not touched Wu Hua for several days, he couldn't resist the fragrance emanating from her.
He lifted Wu Hua onto his lap and began to grope her.
Wu Hua was overwhelmed by the smell of his sweat. She really wanted to push Yin Muqiao away, but when she thought about how she might turn against him and Yin Muqiao might realize that she wanted to get rid of him and then pester her, she reluctantly gave in.
After all, Yin Muqiao's kung fu was decent enough to satisfy her body to some extent.
Soon, Wu Hua was aroused by Yin Muqiao's touch, and the two sat on the sofa in Wu Hua's apartment, kissing passionately and reluctantly.
The moisture from the face mask that Wu Hua had just applied got onto Yin Muqiao's face.
Yin Muqiao was about to strip her off her neatly dressed pajamas.
Just as they were about to get to the point, a loud banging sound suddenly came from outside the door.
The passion that the two had just ignited was instantly extinguished.
Yin Muqiao squinted and asked Wu Hua, "If you're going to paint, who would come here?"
Wu Hua shook her head: "No one else has come here except you. Could it be the property management coming for a routine inspection?"
"Okay, hurry up and get dressed, I'll open the door and go see..."
Yin Muqiao didn't have time to wipe the facial mask essence that Wu Hua had smeared on his face. He went straight to the door and opened it.
When the door opened, he was dumbfounded. He saw Yin Muyan supporting the limping Yin Hong, carrying two heavy bags, standing at the door of Painter Wu.
As soon as Yin Muqiao came to open the door, Yin Muyan said smugly to Yin Hong, "Dad, see, I told you so, my brother must be with Wu Hua."
"Brother, move aside and let Dad and me into the house."
As they were talking, Yin Muyan pulled Yin Hong along, as if they were back in their own home, and squeezed into the house.
At this moment, Wu Hua was still tidying up her clothes that Yin Muqiao had torn apart. Looking at the things on the sofa, it was not hard to tell what kind of action they had just taken here.
After they entered the house, Yin Muqiao frowned unhappily and asked them, "Dad, Muyan, how did you end up here?"
Yin Muyan put down her luggage and said, "Brother, the little money you sent us isn't enough to stay in a hotel for more than a few days. We've almost run out of money in our account, and we have nowhere to stay, so we had no choice but to come here to find you."
"Dad is getting old and his legs aren't good. I'm just a young girl. You can't expect us to sleep on the streets forever, can you?"
Yin Muyan's words clearly conveyed the message that she and Yin Hong had come here.
Upon hearing her words, Wu Hua's expression darkened. Sure enough, the thing she feared most had happened.
After entering the room, Yin Muyan looked around.
Yin Muqiao then asked Yin Hong, "Dad, this house is too small, it's not suitable for you to live here..."
He only said that one sentence before Yin Hong began to berate him harshly.
"You say it's not suitable for us to live here, then tell me, where is it suitable for us to live? This place is a bit small, but it's clean and tidy. If you can live here, why can't Mu Yan and I?"
"Yin Muqiao, look what you've done! Your mother is still locked up in the police station, and you've gone to find warmth in the arms of women. You're truly unfilial."
"I don't care, Mu Yan and I are going to live here."
After cursing Yin Muqiao, Yin Hong plopped down on Painter Wu's sofa without saying a word, and then draped his broken leg over it.
Wu was numb from drawing...
She cast a pleading look at Yin Muqiao.
However, Yin Muqiao, who had just been scolded by Yin Hong, really couldn't bear the crime of being unfilial. He kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to utter a single fart.
Wu Hua was unwilling to let this plague of a family live in her place, so she put on a smiling face and discussed it with Yin Hong.
"Uncle, my house is a bit small, barely a two-bedroom apartment. I'm afraid there won't be enough room for so many people to move in..."
Wu Hua thought that the reason why Yin Hong and Yin Muyan were not allowed to stay was because the house was too small.
Unexpectedly, Yin Hong didn't even lift his eyelids, acting as if this was his own house, and immediately started making arrangements.
“What’s wrong? There’s no room left. A two-bedroom apartment is big enough. You can sleep in one room with A-Qiao, and Mu-Yan can sleep in another room by herself. As for me, I’m getting old, so it doesn’t matter. I can just sleep on this sofa.”
After saying this, Yin Hong coughed and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
This made Wu Hua so disgusted that she almost threw up her dinner from the night before.
Before Wu Hua could say anything more, Yin Hong spat out his phlegm and quickly resumed his pontificating.
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