But...she knew very well that in this family, she had no place to speak.
In addition to obeying, obeying.
So, she nodded obediently.
The old man took a sip of the porridge and continued to give instructions: "Ji Qin, you can help Wan Qing clean up later, so as not to leave anything behind."
The cunning plan succeeded, and Ji Qin's smile became even more brilliant and flattering.
She nodded her head.
But when she was packing her things, she glared at Mu Wanqing with hatred and sarcastically said: "Huh, a woman who can't even grasp her husband's heart is not worthy of entering the Yang family. How can she have such a chance?
Get away as far as you can. Don’t say that you are the daughter-in-law of the Yang family from now on, lest you... be embarrassed and laughed at."
One p.m.
Mu Wanqing appeared at Yang Mufan's private villa halfway up the hillside in the suburbs.
She was panting from exhaustion after dragging three exaggeratedly large suitcases with difficulty. Her fair and smooth little face was blushing and covered with a thin layer of sweat.
The old man asked Ji Qin to send a car to take her here, but Ji Qin asked her to take a taxi.
The taxi driver suddenly received a call from home and wanted to go back in an emergency, so he took her to the foot of the mountain and drove back.
After finally finding the designated address, Mu Wanqing held her chest and calmed her breath before ringing the doorbell carefully, and then patiently stood outside the big iron door and waited.
However, after waiting for a long time, no one came to open the door.
She frowned and pressed again.
This time, bodyguards finally came out.
"Excuse me, can you open the door?! My name is Mu Wanqing. The old man asked me to stay here. I want to put down my luggage first..." Mu Wanqing said with a bright smile.
However, the bodyguard had a stern look on his face and said expressionlessly: "No one is allowed to enter without the Young Master's order. This is the rule."
"But, I..." Mu Wanqing wanted to say something, but the bodyguard didn't buy it. He turned around and walked inside without looking back, no matter how she shouted.
Later, with nothing to do, Mu Wanqing could only call Yang Mufan anxiously.
However, his phone number was restricted and he couldn't get through at all.
In the end, Mu Wanqing had no choice but to sit on the suitcase, holding her chin in her hands, opening her round eyes, and staring at the only mountain road leading to the mountainside without blinking.
That obedient and patient look is just like it was twelve years ago...
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In the spacious and luxurious villa, well-trained bodyguards in black are scattered in every corner of the villa, vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding disturbances.
Next to the jaw-droppingly luxurious oversized jacuzzi, a row of maids in uniforms stood neatly, holding red wine, fruits, and snacks in their hands, standing respectfully.
On the other side, there stood a man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a document in his hand and waiting there with a solemn expression.
At the edge of the jacuzzi, two muscular and burly men were sitting.
The healthy bronze skin exudes extremely strong masculine charm. The crystal clear water droplets meander down along the strong and delicate muscles without any fat, making it extremely attractive.
However, in the constantly rolling light blue water, the lower body appeared vaguely and particularly imaginative, causing the little maids on the side to blush and lower their heads shyly.
The bathhouse is very quiet.
There was only the rumbling sound of the jacuzzi starting up.
On the wall directly opposite, there is a huge LED display.
One of the men in the bathhouse snapped his fingers, and the smart maid immediately understood and served red wine.
He took a sip calmly, and then asked seductively: "Second brother, are you really not going to open the door and let her in?! Don't you feel bad?! After all, she is your wife, and she is pregnant with your son."
