Outside the bedroom door suddenly ca Sister Zhang’s voice: "Madam and sir, dinner is ready."
Lu Jinghan released Han Xi and helplessly raised his hand to pinch his brow: "I know, I’ll be down in a mont."
Han Xi sat up from the sofa, tidying up her sowhat disheveled clothes: "Let’s hurry down, we shouldn’t keep Grandma and Uncle waiting too long."
Lu Jinghan nodded and held Han Xi’s hand as they went downstairs together.
Everyone sat at the dining table, Wen Yichen as usual sitting next to Lu Jinghan, not even glancing at Jian Ru.
The old lady picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of braised pork into Han Xi’s bowl: "Xiao Xi, your uncle has already prepared the cetery, tomorrow I want to take your mother’s ashes ho."
"Why leave so soon, just stay a few more days ago."
Han Xi was sowhat reluctant to part with the old lady, they had just reunited a few days ago and now the elder was leaving again.
The old lady held Han Xi’s hand: "Grandma is going ho first to settle your mother, and besides, it’s almost the end of the month, you and Jing Han have to co for Yichen’s wedding, rember to bring your friends."
"Alright then."
Wen Yichen put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I’m not going ho, from now on, I’ll live with my sister."
"Even if I have to tie you up, you’re going ho, this wedding must happen."
The old lady’s loud voice carried an undeniable tone, the invitations had been sent out, and the wedding preparations were nearly complete, how could it be called off?
"Fine, then tie up and bring ho, best to tie during the wedding too."
Zhang Linmiao looked at her son, signaling with her eyes for him not to oppose the old lady further.
Wen Yichen cast a cool glance over Jian Ru, threw down his chopsticks, and headed back to his room.
The old lady was truly infuriated, clutching her chest for a long ti without uttering a word.
........
Early the next morning, Song Yan arrived at Han Xi’s, feeling sowhat reluctant to see the old lady leaving.
After packing their luggage and preparing to take the old lady to the airport, Zhang Min’s car stopped at the villa entrance, she descended in a rage, heading straight for the old lady.
"You really are ruthless, our perfectly good company ruined by your son, are you only satisfied seeing destitute?"
Zhang Min shrieked hysterically, the contract worth two hundred million signed by Han Guanghong a few days ago was arranged by Wen Anbang’s people, but Han Guanghong hadn’t noticed the errors.
Lu Jinghan blocked Zhang Min with a dark look in his eyes: "You’d better know what you’re doing."
"I’ve co today to fight them and their son to the death, what have I done wrong? If you want to bla soone, bla Wen Qin for being too foolish to guard her own husband, what right do you have to target now?"
Zhang Min’s sinister eyes seed poisoned, shouting loudly without regard for her image.
The old lady stepped forward and swung her hand to slap her twice: "You are just without money now, but my daughter was driven to death by all of you, how dare you co here and act out?"
"She’s dead now, what’s the point of being relentless? If I’m not doing well, you shouldn’t expect to be happy either."
Zhang Min’s bloodshot gaze fell on the urn held by Wen Yichen, she went mad and directly knocked the urn down: "None of you will get away with it, since I now have nothing left."
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