The He family members looked at each other in bewilderment in the living room.
He Xingqiong pinched her brother's thigh in disbelief.
"What's wrong with Uncle San? Why is he having his illegitimate son's wife bring him coffee?"
"Why don't you pinch yourself?"
He Xingjian slapped her sister's hand away, gritting her teeth in pain, "I'm going to chop you up!"
He Xingqiong quickly withdrew her hand in fear and pouted resentfully.
"I just don't understand why Uncle Three would let that annoying mistress and her family move into the villa."
"Then go ask your third uncle yourself."
He Xingqiong rolled her eyes. It was precisely because she couldn't get an answer that she was filled with doubt.
Even after entering the kitchen, Mingdai's tense nerves remained unable to relax.
As she passed the sofa, the young masters and ladies of the He family stared at her the whole way.
If someone with a weaker constitution were to do this, they would probably collapse in the knees halfway through and embarrass themselves.
I took the coffee from the butler.
The wooden embossed tray has a slightly cool touch, and the coffee in the white porcelain cup is rich and fragrant, with a few ice cubes hidden among them. You can taste the bitterness even without tasting it.
Mingdai looked up and asked the housekeeper in a low voice.
"Aren't we about to have dinner? Why are you drinking coffee now?"
The butler, as expected of someone from a wealthy and influential family, was exceptionally well-mannered, with a gentle smile always on his kind face.
"Third Master is busy with official duties today and just had an urgent matter to deal with. He may not be able to finish for a while. We'll have dinner after he's done."
Mingdai nodded knowingly, smiled at the housekeeper, and then left with the coffee.
After enduring another round of chilling stares, Mingdai finally went upstairs.
But she didn't know where He Yaonian's study was.
She was not able to get up until the maid, who had been waiting for a long time, came to pick her up.
"Miss Ming, this way."
Perhaps because He Yaonian did not give Mo Tingchuan and his mother a formal identity, Mingdai was also called by her original surname.
Mingdai, however, found it quite enjoyable.
The villa is very large, with a winding and intricate interior layout.
Mingdai couldn't understand why, if she could deliver the coffee, a maid familiar with the villa's layout would have already brought it to He Yaonian's table. Why did she have to make the trip?
The study was at the end of the corridor, with cream-white double doors. After the maid knocked on the door, Mingdai was left alone to wait there.
Mingdai had mixed feelings.
Honestly, if she could truly gain He Yaonian's trust, then whether it was getting a divorce or letting Mo Tingchuan's family of three suffer the consequences of their actions, it would certainly be much better than her fighting alone.
"Come in."
The man's two words, devoid of emotion, immediately jolted Mingdai out of her reverie.
Mingdai carefully pushed the door open and entered.
The study was bright and airy with all the lights on. Behind the white archway, in front of the floating desk, He Yaonian was working.
The man had already taken off his suit jacket, and his well-made black shirt exuded a strong sense of repulsion.
Mingdai silently walked up to her and gently placed the coffee down.
My gaze inadvertently swept over He Yaonian's smoothly shaped chin; oh, his Adam's apple was also very sexy.
My gaze unconsciously drifted downwards; his strong chest muscles made his black shirt bulge, exuding power.
Mingdai's heart suddenly tightened, realizing that she had been bewitched by his good looks. She hurriedly turned around and left.
He Yaonian kept his eyes fixed on the document until the door closed.
He remained silent for a moment before looking at the cup of coffee that Mingdai had brought him.
Dinner didn't go very smoothly. Although He Yaonian wasn't there, Mo Tingchuan and her son still wanted to get closer to the rest of the He family.
However, the He family was incredibly arrogant, ignoring all the drinks that Mo Tingchuan offered them.
Mo Qingying, who had intended to follow her brother's example, immediately put down her half-raised wine glass when she saw her brother suffer such a setback.
Mo Yumei was very unhappy. She turned her head and saw Mingdai eating silently, seemingly unconcerned about what was going on. Her anger surged uncontrollably.
"Mingdai, why are you so focused on eating? At least say hello to everyone and get to know them."
Mingdai, slowly chewing on the sea cucumber, thought, "?"
She had witnessed Mo Tingchuan's self-humiliating moment.
Knowing full well that she was disliked, she still shamelessly tried to curry favor with him. Now that she's been humiliated, they're trying to push her out as a way to save face.
"Oh right, Mingdai, why don't you toast everyone? We're all family, after all. We can't not even know everyone properly."
He Yaoyuan directly instructed Mo Qingying.
"Qingying, quickly pour some wine for your sister-in-law."
Mo Qingying, who was called out, was not happy. She thought that there were servants standing not far away, and this was not a job she was supposed to do.
But they dared not show their dissatisfaction under the watchful eyes of everyone.
So he got up and poured Mingdai a full glass of white wine.
This wine was a treasured item that He Yaoyuan specially brought for Mo Yumei and her son; it has a very high alcohol content.
Like Mo Tingchuan, He Yaoyuan was a big believer in drinking culture and always tried to win people over through it.
He Xingqiong, who had been quietly chirping to her brother since the start of the meal, tilted her head and asked him in a low voice when she saw this.
"What are they putting on? That huge glass of baijiu, are they trying to drink someone to death?"
He Xingjian: "Watch the show quietly."
The rest of the He family remained calm and collected, keeping their eyes down and waiting for the show to begin.
Mingdai was lifted high up, so she was not going to have a peaceful meal.
Although Mo Tingchuan lost face, it was within his expectations. However, if Mingdai could successfully integrate with the He family, it wouldn't be long before he could reclaim his shares and inherit the property he was entitled to.
Mo Tingchuan looked at Mingdai with anticipation, hoping that Mingdai could turn the situation around. In the past, whenever he couldn't reach an agreement on a project, Mingdai would accompany the client's wife to have a few meals and go shopping a few times, and the project would usually be successfully secured.
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