Chapter 239: Who is it? Your father!
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Chapter 239 Who is it? Your father!
In a whirlwind of determination and nervous energy, Wang Xiaoying, her resolve firm, finally yielded.
She hastily punched in her grandfather's phone number, encircled by a crowd eager for the unfolding drama—everyone, that is, except Zhang Wei, who enjoyed the spectacle with a detached air.
Amidst the gathering anticipation, Wang Liang, with a carefree spirit, sat in his favorite lawn chair, gently rocking back and forth.
It was then that the stillness of the evening was shattered by the insistent buzzing of his phone.
"Sir, it's little miss," the bodyguard informed, interrupting the tranquil dusk.
Wang Liang straightened instantly, his furrowed brow softening into a more paternal expression.
Swiftly, he seized the phone and spoke, concern lacing his words, "Xiao Ying, is that you? Calling your grandfather at this hour. Is everything alright?"
Observing this all-too-familiar exchange, the bodyguard shook his head wearily, as though he had borne witness to this scene on numerous occasions.
A pregnant pause followed, as Wang Xiaoying wrestled with her thoughts.
Seeing her hesitance, Wang Liang's concern escalated, furrows deepening, "Xiao Ying? Are you there? Is everything fine? Is there some rascal troubling you? Don't they realize the greatness of the Wang family?"
Wang Xiaoying finally found her voice, "... It's alright, I-It's just..."
"Just what?" Wang Liang pressed, sensing her distress.
With a heavy sigh, Wang Xiaoying at last mustered the courage to voice her apprehensions, "Sigh, grandpa, tell me honestly, did you arrange a marriage for me?"
!!
"WHO SAID THAT? WHICH BASTARD DARED TO TRICK YOU!?" Wang Liang thundered, his booming voice causing the crowd around Wang Xiaoying to flinch.
All eyes swiveled to the previously carefree Zhang Wei, who now stood under the harsh spotlight of attention.
Mo Chen, seizing the moment to reveal the truth, wore a triumphant smirk. He took the call, his tone steady and unyielding, "Hello, Grandpa Wang. It's Mo Chen, Ying'er's classmate. There's an imposter posing as her suitor here, and not just that, he also sneaked into her changing room today, harassing her."
Wang Liang's face contorted, a tempest of rage and concern swirling within him. "WHO IS THAT BASTARD!? WHERE IS HE!?" he yelled, his fury uncontainable.
Mo Chen, standing tall and resolute, continued, "Grandpa Wang, it's Zhang Wei. He's the one who's been causing trouble for Ying'er. He deceived everyone, including her, into believing he was her suitor."
Wang Liang's face turned an alarming shade of crimson, his fury intensifying. He roared, "Zhang Wei! Bring him here, right now! W-Wait, you said Zhang Wei, right!?"
Zhang Wei, who had been lounging casually on the periphery, suddenly found himself the center of attention. He chuckled, realizing that this old fart memory is slow.
Mo Chen, misinterpreting the situation, was consumed by his own anger. "Yes, it's Zhang Wei, the bastard scum of a man!" His fists clenched, fueled by anger.
Wang Xiaoying and the others' expressions shifted, their suspicion growing, except for Xie Meirong and Xiong Mei, who seemed to sense the misunderstanding.
Wang Liang remained silent, absorbing the chaos unfolding before him.
"Grandpa Wang, are you there?" Mo Chen inquired, noticing Wang Liang's sudden silence.
"... Which Zhang Wei is it? Give the phone to him," Wang Liang finally spoke, his voice tempered.
The crowd stood stunned by the unexpected turn of events, imagining Zhang Wei was now in deep trouble. Zhang We, stepped forward and took the phone.
"Who is it?" Wang Liang demanded, seeking confirmation.
Zhang Wei hesitated, then steeled himself, "It's your father, old fart."
His words echoed, shattering the ambient noise and plunging the vicinity into a profound silence.
!!
The revelation hit like a thunderclap, and Wang Liang drew in a sharp, cold breath, nearly stumbling and falling from his chair.
The audacity of Zhang Wei's words left him stunned, and those gathered around them could only brace for the impending catastrophe they anticipated.
Even Wang Xiaoying's face contorted into a frown, her displeasure evident in the furrow of her brow.
However, Xie Meirong, in a surprising turn, covered her face and emitted a soft, intrigued chuckle, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wei.
Mo Chen's lips curled into a sneer, savoring what he considered a moment of vindication. In his eyes, Zhang Wei's apparent wealth paled in comparison to the formidable might of the Wang family.
Yet, the prolonged silence on the other end of the phone puzzled them all, hanging heavy in the air like a storm about to break.
Then, Wang Liang's voice finally broke through the quietude, astonishing everyone present, "... Senior, is that you?"
Zhang Wei laughed, a note of satisfaction coloring his voice, "Who else would it be?" he retorted.
*Gasp!*
Wang Liang inwardly cursed himself for his earlier outburst, now regretting.
"Senior, what are you doing involving little Ying in this? How about coming to the mansion and discussing this face to face? There appears to be a misunderstanding," Wang Liang urged, attempting to salvage the situation.
"Misunderstanding, my foot," Zhang Wei sneered, his words laced with venom. He leaned in, whispering so only Wang Liang could hear, "Old fart, your tongue is really sharp. Do you have a death wish?"
Wang Liang's face contorted in frustration, silently cursing himself as he took a deep, calming breath.
"Senior, it's simply a misunderstanding, believe me! Please, give the phone to little Ying. I will clarify everything," Wang Liang implored, desperation coloring his voice.
Zhang Wei allowed a self-assured smile to grace his features as he handed the phone back to Wang Xiaoying, who was nervously fidgeting with her hands at that moment. She hesitantly took the phone.
Wang Xiaoying managed a hesitant response, "Hmm..."
"Got it..."
"Okay..."
She uttered a few terse phrases, her gaze shifting uneasily between Zhang Wei and the phone. Zhang Wei pressed her, "What did he say?"
Wang Xiaoying's voice wavered slightly as she conveyed the message, "Grandpa asked us to come back home, along with you, and he's called my parents as well."
Her gaze lingered on Zhang Wei, a sense of foreboding creeping over her like an unwelcome shadow.
Zhang Wei nodded in apparent indifference, shifting his attention to Xiong Mei. "You needed a car, right?" he asked, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding drama.
Xiong Mei, still dazed by the sudden turn of events, managed a nod as she snapped out of her reverie, "A-ah, yes!"
It wasn't just her; Mo Chen's face bore the weight of a thousand burdens, his features twisted in an ugly look.
Mo Yuxin, observing her brother's distress, let out a deep sigh, realizing that the best course of action now might be to step back. However, Mo Chen remained resolute, awaiting the arrival of the car that would transport them.
As a modified Rolls-Royce pulled up, Mo Chen addressed Wang Xiaoying, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance, "Ying'er, don't worry. I'll talk to Grandpa Wang."
He was convinced that, even though he couldn't directly compare to Zhang Wei's apparent wealth, if he showcased enough potential, Wang Liang might delay any arrangement he had in mind for Wang Xiaoying.
"Enough. You're coming with me. As for you, go and sit near the driver," Zhang Wei commanded, refusing to let a pig sit amidst the delicate arrangement of flowers.
Mo Chen grumbled in annoyance but complied, making his way to the co-pilot seat.
In the backseat, the space was cramped with three occupants: Zhang Wei, Xiong Mei, and Wang Xiaoying.
Mo Yuxin desperately wanted to join them but was firmly denied by Mo Chen, who was adamant about not letting her sit in the back.
She sighed, offering a final piece of advice, "Brother, avoid unnecessary confrontations. Mother and I will be waiting for you."
Zhang Wei caught her cautious glance and cheekily winked.
!!
"Huh?" Mo Yunxi , was left startled, frozen in place.
The wicked smile on Zhang Wei's face sent shivers down her spine, a premonition of impending disaster approaching.
In that moment, she felt an inexplicable dread, as if today marked a turning point for her family.
If only she had stopped Mo Chen earlier, perhaps she could have prevented the ugly future of her family.
But now, the die had been cast, and they were on a path fraught with uncertainties.
In the midst of the journey back, Song Shoushan and Xie Meirong exchanged knowing glances, silently deciding not to interfere in this complex situation..
As the trio made their way to their respective homes, a subtle yet charged scene unfolded within the car.
Zhang Wei unabashedly stretched himself out, maneuvering the two women to lean on him.
It was a display of audacity that left Mo Chen, sitting in the front, fuming with frustration. He couldn't comprehend why Wang Xiaoying wasn't resisting this audacious move.
From the rearview mirror, Mo Chen's scowl deepened as he muttered, "Why isn't she resisting!?"
The more he dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned.
He watched as Wang Xiaoying hesitated, torn between asserting herself and not escalating the situation with Zhang Wei.
This internal conflict only fueled Mo Chen's frustration.
Unbeknownst to him, Wang Xiaoying had learned a hard lesson in the past—reject Zhang Wei, and he would bounce back with twice the intensity. She was keen on avoiding any situation that might escalate further.
Inside the trial room of her mind, she weighed her choices, choosing the path of least immediate resistance.
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Chapter 239 Who is it? Your father!
In a whirlwind of determination and nervous energy, Wang Xiaoying, her resolve firm, finally yielded.
She hastily punched in her grandfather's phone number, encircled by a crowd eager for the unfolding drama—everyone, that is, except Zhang Wei, who enjoyed the spectacle with a detached air.
Amidst the gathering anticipation, Wang Liang, with a carefree spirit, sat in his favorite lawn chair, gently rocking back and forth.
It was then that the stillness of the evening was shattered by the insistent buzzing of his phone.
"Sir, it's little miss," the bodyguard informed, interrupting the tranquil dusk.
Wang Liang straightened instantly, his furrowed brow softening into a more paternal expression.
Swiftly, he seized the phone and spoke, concern lacing his words, "Xiao Ying, is that you? Calling your grandfather at this hour. Is everything alright?"
Observing this all-too-familiar exchange, the bodyguard shook his head wearily, as though he had borne witness to this scene on numerous occasions.
A pregnant pause followed, as Wang Xiaoying wrestled with her thoughts.
Seeing her hesitance, Wang Liang's concern escalated, furrows deepening, "Xiao Ying? Are you there? Is everything fine? Is there some rascal troubling you? Don't they realize the greatness of the Wang family?"
Wang Xiaoying finally found her voice, "... It's alright, I-It's just..."
"Just what?" Wang Liang pressed, sensing her distress.
With a heavy sigh, Wang Xiaoying at last mustered the courage to voice her apprehensions, "Sigh, grandpa, tell me honestly, did you arrange a marriage for me?"
!!
"WHO SAID THAT? WHICH BASTARD DARED TO TRICK YOU!?" Wang Liang thundered, his booming voice causing the crowd around Wang Xiaoying to flinch.
All eyes swiveled to the previously carefree Zhang Wei, who now stood under the harsh spotlight of attention.
Mo Chen, seizing the moment to reveal the truth, wore a triumphant smirk. He took the call, his tone steady and unyielding, "Hello, Grandpa Wang. It's Mo Chen, Ying'er's classmate. There's an imposter posing as her suitor here, and not just that, he also sneaked into her changing room today, harassing her."
Wang Liang's face contorted, a tempest of rage and concern swirling within him. "WHO IS THAT BASTARD!? WHERE IS HE!?" he yelled, his fury uncontainable.
Mo Chen, standing tall and resolute, continued, "Grandpa Wang, it's Zhang Wei. He's the one who's been causing trouble for Ying'er. He deceived everyone, including her, into believing he was her suitor."
Wang Liang's face turned an alarming shade of crimson, his fury intensifying. He roared, "Zhang Wei! Bring him here, right now! W-Wait, you said Zhang Wei, right!?"
Zhang Wei, who had been lounging casually on the periphery, suddenly found himself the center of attention. He chuckled, realizing that this old fart memory is slow.
Mo Chen, misinterpreting the situation, was consumed by his own anger. "Yes, it's Zhang Wei, the bastard scum of a man!" His fists clenched, fueled by anger.
Wang Xiaoying and the others' expressions shifted, their suspicion growing, except for Xie Meirong and Xiong Mei, who seemed to sense the misunderstanding.
Wang Liang remained silent, absorbing the chaos unfolding before him.
"Grandpa Wang, are you there?" Mo Chen inquired, noticing Wang Liang's sudden silence.
"... Which Zhang Wei is it? Give the phone to him," Wang Liang finally spoke, his voice tempered.
The crowd stood stunned by the unexpected turn of events, imagining Zhang Wei was now in deep trouble. Zhang We, stepped forward and took the phone.
"Who is it?" Wang Liang demanded, seeking confirmation.
Zhang Wei hesitated, then steeled himself, "It's your father, old fart."
His words echoed, shattering the ambient noise and plunging the vicinity into a profound silence.
!!
The revelation hit like a thunderclap, and Wang Liang drew in a sharp, cold breath, nearly stumbling and falling from his chair.
The audacity of Zhang Wei's words left him stunned, and those gathered around them could only brace for the impending catastrophe they anticipated.
Even Wang Xiaoying's face contorted into a frown, her displeasure evident in the furrow of her brow.
However, Xie Meirong, in a surprising turn, covered her face and emitted a soft, intrigued chuckle, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wei.
Mo Chen's lips curled into a sneer, savoring what he considered a moment of vindication. In his eyes, Zhang Wei's apparent wealth paled in comparison to the formidable might of the Wang family.
Yet, the prolonged silence on the other end of the phone puzzled them all, hanging heavy in the air like a storm about to break.
Then, Wang Liang's voice finally broke through the quietude, astonishing everyone present, "... Senior, is that you?"
Zhang Wei laughed, a note of satisfaction coloring his voice, "Who else would it be?" he retorted.
*Gasp!*
Wang Liang inwardly cursed himself for his earlier outburst, now regretting.
"Senior, what are you doing involving little Ying in this? How about coming to the mansion and discussing this face to face? There appears to be a misunderstanding," Wang Liang urged, attempting to salvage the situation.
"Misunderstanding, my foot," Zhang Wei sneered, his words laced with venom. He leaned in, whispering so only Wang Liang could hear, "Old fart, your tongue is really sharp. Do you have a death wish?"
Wang Liang's face contorted in frustration, silently cursing himself as he took a deep, calming breath.
"Senior, it's simply a misunderstanding, believe me! Please, give the phone to little Ying. I will clarify everything," Wang Liang implored, desperation coloring his voice.
Zhang Wei allowed a self-assured smile to grace his features as he handed the phone back to Wang Xiaoying, who was nervously fidgeting with her hands at that moment. She hesitantly took the phone.
Wang Xiaoying managed a hesitant response, "Hmm..."
"Got it..."
"Okay..."
She uttered a few terse phrases, her gaze shifting uneasily between Zhang Wei and the phone. Zhang Wei pressed her, "What did he say?"
Wang Xiaoying's voice wavered slightly as she conveyed the message, "Grandpa asked us to come back home, along with you, and he's called my parents as well."
Her gaze lingered on Zhang Wei, a sense of foreboding creeping over her like an unwelcome shadow.
Zhang Wei nodded in apparent indifference, shifting his attention to Xiong Mei. "You needed a car, right?" he asked, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding drama.
Xiong Mei, still dazed by the sudden turn of events, managed a nod as she snapped out of her reverie, "A-ah, yes!"
It wasn't just her; Mo Chen's face bore the weight of a thousand burdens, his features twisted in an ugly look.
Mo Yuxin, observing her brother's distress, let out a deep sigh, realizing that the best course of action now might be to step back. However, Mo Chen remained resolute, awaiting the arrival of the car that would transport them.
As a modified Rolls-Royce pulled up, Mo Chen addressed Wang Xiaoying, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance, "Ying'er, don't worry. I'll talk to Grandpa Wang."
He was convinced that, even though he couldn't directly compare to Zhang Wei's apparent wealth, if he showcased enough potential, Wang Liang might delay any arrangement he had in mind for Wang Xiaoying.
"Enough. You're coming with me. As for you, go and sit near the driver," Zhang Wei commanded, refusing to let a pig sit amidst the delicate arrangement of flowers.
Mo Chen grumbled in annoyance but complied, making his way to the co-pilot seat.
In the backseat, the space was cramped with three occupants: Zhang Wei, Xiong Mei, and Wang Xiaoying.
Mo Yuxin desperately wanted to join them but was firmly denied by Mo Chen, who was adamant about not letting her sit in the back.
She sighed, offering a final piece of advice, "Brother, avoid unnecessary confrontations. Mother and I will be waiting for you."
Zhang Wei caught her cautious glance and cheekily winked.
!!
"Huh?" Mo Yunxi , was left startled, frozen in place.
The wicked smile on Zhang Wei's face sent shivers down her spine, a premonition of impending disaster approaching.
In that moment, she felt an inexplicable dread, as if today marked a turning point for her family.
If only she had stopped Mo Chen earlier, perhaps she could have prevented the ugly future of her family.
But now, the die had been cast, and they were on a path fraught with uncertainties.
In the midst of the journey back, Song Shoushan and Xie Meirong exchanged knowing glances, silently deciding not to interfere in this complex situation..
As the trio made their way to their respective homes, a subtle yet charged scene unfolded within the car.
Zhang Wei unabashedly stretched himself out, maneuvering the two women to lean on him.
It was a display of audacity that left Mo Chen, sitting in the front, fuming with frustration. He couldn't comprehend why Wang Xiaoying wasn't resisting this audacious move.
From the rearview mirror, Mo Chen's scowl deepened as he muttered, "Why isn't she resisting!?"
The more he dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned.
He watched as Wang Xiaoying hesitated, torn between asserting herself and not escalating the situation with Zhang Wei.
This internal conflict only fueled Mo Chen's frustration.
Unbeknownst to him, Wang Xiaoying had learned a hard lesson in the past—reject Zhang Wei, and he would bounce back with twice the intensity. She was keen on avoiding any situation that might escalate further.
Inside the trial room of her mind, she weighed her choices, choosing the path of least immediate resistance.
Chapter 239 Who is it? Your father! In a whirlwind of determination and nervous energy, Wang Xiaoying, her resolve firm, finally yielded. She hastily punched in her grandfather's phone number, encircled by a crowd eager for the unfolding dramaeveryone, that is, except Zhang Wei, who enjoyed the spectacle with a detached air. Amidst the gathering anticipation, Wang Liang, with a carefree spirit, sat in his favorite lawn chair, gently rocking back and forth. It was then that the stillness of the evening was shattered by the insistent buzzing of his phone. "Sir, it's little miss," the bodyguard informed, interrupting the tranquil dusk. Wang Liang straightened instantly, his furrowed brow softening into a more paternal expression. Swiftly, he seized the phone and spoke, concern lacing his words, "Xiao Ying, is that you? Calling your grandfather at this hour. Is everything alright?" Observing this all-too-familiar exchange, the bodyguard shook his head wearily, as though he had borne witness to this scene on numerous occasions. A pregnant pause followed, as Wang Xiaoying wrestled with her thoughts. Seeing her hesitance, Wang Liang's concern escalated, furrows deepening, "Xiao Ying? Are you there? Is everything fine? Is there some rascal troubling you? Don't they realize the greatness of the Wang family?" Wang Xiaoying finally found her voice, "... It's alright, I-It's just..." "Just what?" Wang Liang pressed, sensing her distress. With a heavy sigh, Wang Xiaoying at last mustered the courage to voice her apprehensions, "Sigh, grandpa, tell me honestly, did you arrange a marriage for me?" !! "WHO SAID THAT? WHICH BASTARD DARED TO TRICK YOU!?" Wang Liang thundered, his booming voice causing the crowd around Wang Xiaoying to flinch. All eyes swiveled to the previously carefree Zhang Wei, who now stood under the harsh spotlight of attention. Mo Chen, seizing the moment to reveal the truth, wore a triumphant smirk. He took the call, his tone steady and unyielding, "Hello, Grandpa Wang. It's Mo Chen, Ying'er's classmate. There's an imposter posing as her suitor here, and not just that, he also sneaked into her changing room today, harassing her." Wang Liang's face contorted, a tempest of rage and concern swirling within him. "WHO IS THAT BASTARD!? WHERE IS HE!?" he yelled, his fury uncontainable. Mo Chen, standing tall and resolute, continued, "Grandpa Wang, it's Zhang Wei. He's the one who's been causing trouble for Ying'er. He deceived everyone, including her, into believing he was her suitor." Wang Liang's face turned an alarming shade of crimson, his fury intensifying. He roared, "Zhang Wei! Bring him here, right now! W-Wait, you said Zhang Wei, right!?" Zhang Wei, who had been lounging casually on the periphery, suddenly found himself the center of attention. He chuckled, realizing that this old fart memory is slow. Mo Chen, misinterpreting the situation, was consumed by his own anger. "Yes, it's Zhang Wei, the bastard scum of a man!" His fists clenched, fueled by anger. Wang Xiaoying and the others' expressions shifted, their suspicion growing, except for Xie Meirong and Xiong Mei, who seemed to sense the misunderstanding. Wang Liang remained silent, absorbing the chaos unfolding before him. "Grandpa Wang, are you there?" Mo Chen inquired, noticing Wang Liang's sudden silence. "... Which Zhang Wei is it? Give the phone to him," Wang Liang finally spoke, his voice tempered. The crowd stood stunned by the unexpected turn of events, imagining Zhang Wei was now in deep trouble. Zhang We, stepped forward and took the phone. "Who is it?" Wang Liang demanded, seeking confirmation. Zhang Wei hesitated, then steeled himself, "It's your father, old fart." His words echoed, shattering the ambient noise and plunging the vicinity into a profound silence. !! The revelation hit like a thunderclap, and Wang Liang drew in a sharp, cold breath, nearly stumbling and falling from his chair. The audacity of Zhang Wei's words left him stunned, and those gathered around them could only brace for the impending catastrophe they anticipated. Even Wang Xiaoying's face contorted into a frown, her displeasure evident in the furrow of her brow. However, Xie Meirong, in a surprising turn, covered her face and emitted a soft, intrigued chuckle, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wei. Mo Chen's lips curled into a sneer, savoring what he considered a moment of vindication. In his eyes, Zhang Wei's apparent wealth paled in comparison to the formidable might of the Wang family. Yet, the prolonged silence on the other end of the phone puzzled them all, hanging heavy in the air like a storm about to break. Then, Wang Liang's voice finally broke through the quietude, astonishing everyone present, "... Senior, is that you?" Zhang Wei laughed, a note of satisfaction coloring his voice, "Who else would it be?" he retorted. *Gasp!* Wang Liang inwardly cursed himself for his earlier outburst, now regretting. "Senior, what are you doing involving little Ying in this? How about coming to the mansion and discussing this face to face? There appears to be a misunderstanding," Wang Liang urged, attempting to salvage the situation. "Misunderstanding, my foot," Zhang Wei sneered, his words laced with venom. He leaned in, whispering so only Wang Liang could hear, "Old fart, your tongue is really sharp. Do you have a death wish?" Wang Liang's face contorted in frustration, silently cursing himself as he took a deep, calming breath. "Senior, it's simply a misunderstanding, believe me! Please, give the phone to little Ying. I will clarify everything," Wang Liang implored, desperation coloring his voice. Zhang Wei allowed a self-assured smile to grace his features as he handed the phone back to Wang Xiaoying, who was nervously fidgeting with her hands at that moment. She hesitantly took the phone. Wang Xiaoying managed a hesitant response, "Hmm..." "Got it..." "Okay..." She uttered a few terse phrases, her gaze shifting uneasily between Zhang Wei and the phone. Zhang Wei pressed her, "What did he say?" Wang Xiaoying's voice wavered slightly as she conveyed the message, "Grandpa asked us to come back home, along with you, and he's called my parents as well." Her gaze lingered on Zhang Wei, a sense of foreboding creeping over her like an unwelcome shadow. Zhang Wei nodded in apparent indifference, shifting his attention to Xiong Mei. "You needed a car, right?" he asked, seemingly unfazed by the unfolding drama. Xiong Mei, still dazed by the sudden turn of events, managed a nod as she snapped out of her reverie, "A-ah, yes!" It wasn't just her; Mo Chen's face bore the weight of a thousand burdens, his features twisted in an ugly look. Mo Yuxin, observing her brother's distress, let out a deep sigh, realizing that the best course of action now might be to step back. However, Mo Chen remained resolute, awaiting the arrival of the car that would transport them. As a modified Rolls-Royce pulled up, Mo Chen addressed Wang Xiaoying, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance, "Ying'er, don't worry. I'll talk to Grandpa Wang." He was convinced that, even though he couldn't directly compare to Zhang Wei's apparent wealth, if he showcased enough potential, Wang Liang might delay any arrangement he had in mind for Wang Xiaoying. "Enough. You're coming with me. As for you, go and sit near the driver," Zhang Wei commanded, refusing to let a pig sit amidst the delicate arrangement of flowers. Mo Chen grumbled in annoyance but complied, making his way to the co-pilot seat. In the backseat, the space was cramped with three occupants: Zhang Wei, Xiong Mei, and Wang Xiaoying. Mo Yuxin desperately wanted to join them but was firmly denied by Mo Chen, who was adamant about not letting her sit in the back. She sighed, offering a final piece of advice, "Brother, avoid unnecessary confrontations. Mother and I will be waiting for you." Zhang Wei caught her cautious glance and cheekily winked. !! "Huh?" Mo Yunxi , was left startled, frozen in place. The wicked smile on Zhang Wei's face sent shivers down her spine, a premonition of impending disaster approaching. In that moment, she felt an inexplicable dread, as if today marked a turning point for her family. If only she had stopped Mo Chen earlier, perhaps she could have prevented the ugly future of her family. But now, the die had been cast, and they were on a path fraught with uncertainties. In the midst of the journey back, Song Shoushan and Xie Meirong exchanged knowing glances, silently deciding not to interfere in this complex situation.. As the trio made their way to their respective homes, a subtle yet charged scene unfolded within the car. Zhang Wei unabashedly stretched himself out, maneuvering the two women to lean on him. It was a display of audacity that left Mo Chen, sitting in the front, fuming with frustration. He couldn't comprehend why Wang Xiaoying wasn't resisting this audacious move. From the rearview mirror, Mo Chen's scowl deepened as he muttered, "Why isn't she resisting!?" The more he dwelled on it, the hotter his anger burned. He watched as Wang Xiaoying hesitated, torn between asserting herself and not escalating the situation with Zhang Wei. This internal conflict only fueled Mo Chen's frustration. Unbeknownst to him, Wang Xiaoying had learned a hard lesson in the pastreject Zhang Wei, and he would bounce back with twice the intensity. She was keen on avoiding any situation that might escalate further. Inside the trial room of her mind, she weighed her choices, choosing the path of least immediate resistance.
