Everyone looked towards the door.

Lu Jingchi strode in. He walked to Jiang Lan and stood next to him. To be precise, he stood in front of Jiang Lan.

Seeing how he defended Jiang Lan, Mrs. Lu's anger that had not subsided was rising again and again.

"Jing Chi, she is just a mute! Is it worth it for you to go against me over and over again for this mute?!"

Mrs. Lu's voice was very loud and extremely sharp, which hurt Jiang Lan's ears.

When Lu Jingchi met Mrs. Lu's gaze, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the light reflected from the dark pupils was cold.

It also sent a chill down Mrs. Lu's spine.

Lu Jingchi said: "I'm not against you, it's you who are against me. Don't you realize it until now?"

Mrs. Lu came back to her senses, and anger appeared on her cheeks again, "Am I against you? I am doing this for your own good! Why can't you understand my good intentions for you?"

"Oh, well intentioned."

His sarcastic laughter fell on Mrs. Lu's ears, which was quite harsh.

"If you really want to do good for me, don't dictate my affairs. Not every time, I can appreciate your so-called good intentions."

These words were full of threats, and Mrs. Lu's whole body was trembling with anger, "What do you mean? You still want to rebel!"

"Rebellion is not enough." He changed his tone and said unceremoniously: "Besides your identity as a mother, what else do you have that I should rebel against?"

"you--"

Mrs. Lu was speechless. She stared at Lu Jingchi. If her eyes could kill, I'm afraid Lu Jingchi would have been delayed by now.

"Okay, Jingchi, I've spent all these years raising you in vain."

"For this mute, you don't even want me as your mother. You are really my good son."

Lu Jingchi looked at her expressionlessly, as if he were watching a clown, letting her curse and curse.

Mrs. Lu felt that it was funny. She grabbed the bag on the sofa, her eyes passed over Lu Jingchi and landed on Jiang Lan's face. She gritted her teeth and said sarcastically: "What a good son."

Her poisonous gaze made Jiang Lan lower his head subconsciously.

Mrs. Lu left the villa angrily. It could be heard from the sound of her footsteps that her anger had reached its peak at this moment.

After Mrs. Lu left, Lu Jingchi glanced at the two nannies watching the show.

The two men immediately lowered their heads and retreated quickly.

Jiang Lan pulled his sleeve.

Lu Jingchi turned around and looked at her.

Jiang Lan gestured: Are we divorced?

Lu Jingchi lowered his eyes and stared at her, and said in a deep voice: "You believe everything others say, but you don't believe me, right?"

Jiang Lan's eyelids trembled, and she hurriedly shook her head and gestured: "You believe it, I believe it."

His frosty expression softened slightly, and his eyes fell on her wet clothes, "Why don't you change your clothes?"

Jiang Lan pursed her lips and gestured: I'll change it now.

After she finished her gesture, she crossed Lu Jingchi and walked upstairs.

Lu Jingchi tugged on his tie, but still felt it was in the way, so he pulled it off and threw it on the sofa.

He took out a cigarette, lit one, sat on the sofa, tilted his head back, and blew out a long stream of smoke.

Jiang Lan changed her clothes and came down, and saw him leaning on the sofa in an imageless posture, with a cigarette hanging by his side in one hand, and the other hand resting on the top of the backrest of the sofa.

His relaxed fingers looked more slender and beautiful than usual.

Jiang Lan walked up to him and looked down at him.

He threw away the cigarette in his hand, grabbed Jiang Lan's waist, and led her over.

Jiang Lan was unstable and fell into his arms, subconsciously grabbing his shoulders with her fingers.

He stretched out a hand and touched Jiang Lan's face. His eyes fell on his face, but they were a little out of focus.

"Will you forget me?"

His voice was very soft, not like he was asking her, but more like he was mumbling to himself.
Chapter completed!