After a lingering night, Murong Rong woke up the next day and found that all the phone lines in Huayuan had been dialed.
Huayuan also has many more female bodyguards, and several security monitoring systems have been added.
After breakfast, Murong Rong sent Jiang Minmin and Yinyuan to the private plane. Seeing the female bodyguard standing guard in the distance, Murong Rong got on the plane before closing the door and urged the pilot to take off quickly.
Jiang Minming looked at her strangely, then shook his head in amusement.
Murong Rong smiled embarrassedly, "Mom, I'll take you back to Yinyuan."
Jiang Minming leaned back on his seat, closed his eyes and rested, "I don't care about the affairs of you young people."
When Yinyuan heard that his mother was going back to Yinyuan with him, he was most happy. He hugged Murong Rong and cheered: "Mom, can you go to school with me?"
"Okay." Murong Rong hugged her son and sat in front of the window, looking at the scenery under the window.
Yinyuan sat on Murong Rong's lap, raised his head, saw the red marks all over Murong Rong's neck, and shouted loudly: "Mom, dad beat you red last night!"
Murong Tengdi's whole face turned red, and he quietly glanced at Jiang Minmin and Zhiqiu. They half-closed their eyes and were leaning on their seats to rest, as if they didn't hear anything at all.
Murong Rong covered her son's mouth, her face flushed with guilt.
Whispered in his son's ear: "Don't talk nonsense, your father didn't hit you, it was a mosquito bite."
Seeing her son's look of realization, she let go of the little guy's mouth.
But as soon as the little guy's mouth was free, he asked strangely: "Mom, why don't you hang the mosquito net? If you hang the mosquito net, there will be no mosquito bites."
Murong Rong had the urge to sew her son's mouth shut with thread.
She glared at her son fiercely, she really hated him!
Under the warning from Murong Rong's fierce eyes, Yinyuan finally remained quiet for a while.
After a while, Yinyuan said again: "Mom, I don't want him to be my father. Can you please not marry him?"
Murong Rong looked at Yinyuan in confusion, wondering what happened to his son.
Yinyuan said: "Mom, you have been unhappy these days. I know that he bullied you. I will not ask someone who bullies you to be your father! Mom, let's go back to country y and not live in his house anymore."
Murong Rong was stunned and didn't know how to explain it to his son.
"Yuan'er, you don't even want grandma anymore?" Jiang Minming, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a smile.
Yinyuan thought for a moment and said: "Grandma is still grandma, dad doesn't want that dad."
Jiang Min was in a dilemma and said, "But grandma only has one son, your father, what should I do?"
"Grandma, ask your husband to have another son!"
Jiang Minmin was stunned by Yinyuan's question, "As for my grandson, even if I find a man to have a son, there is no father who is several years younger than the son."
Jiang Minmin took out a model of the F-22 "Raptor" fighter jet from the back of the plane and gave it to Yinyuan, "Did you see it? Your dad bought this for you. Your dad loves you."
Yinyuan liked Ji's model airplane, but he looked at Murong Rong and did not dare to take it.
Murong Rong took it and handed it to him. "Yuan'er, dad didn't bully mom. It was mom who did something wrong and made dad unhappy. It's all mom's fault. Don't blame your dad."
Yinyuan nodded in understanding and played with the model. After a while, he left his little worries behind.
The plane landed in Yinyuan, Murong Rong hugged Yinyuan off the plane and asked him to go find his friends to play.
After Murong Rong sent Jiang Minmin to his room to rest, he wandered around the garden.
Following the path that Yin Zai took her in her memory, Murong Rong walked to Master Yin Nao's garden without disturbing anyone.
The flowers in front of the garden are blooming beautifully and the grass is growing green.
Murong Rong opened the garden door and walked in and out, but did not see Uncle Le arranging flowers and plants.
"Uncle Le——"
Murong Rong called several times, but it was quiet inside and no one responded.
The first floor downstairs is a living room with several Taishi chairs, several coffee tables, and several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall.
There was a jade stove on the table in front of the hall, and spices were burning in the stove.
"Uncle Le—Mr. Yin—is anyone here?"
Murong Rong called a few more times, and finally there was movement upstairs.
The footsteps made a steady sound on the stairs.
Uncle Le brought down a still hot kettle. When he saw Murong Rong coming, he asked, "Miss Murong, is something wrong?"
"Uncle Le, is the old man at home?"
"Here, what does Miss Murong have to do with my master?"
"I have some little things to bother the old man. Please let Uncle Le know. Thank you."