Mu Yunhan usually doesn't drink much, but now that he has had a few more drinks, he starts talking more.
She pointed to her nose: "Give you money and drink to make amends. These are what I can offer. If you are still not satisfied, there is another way."
"What can I do?" Meng Jia's pupils shrank and veins twitched on his forehead.
"Fight to the death!"
Mu Yunhan slammed the wine glass on the table, approached him, and stared at him: "Want to try? I have no chance of winning!
It doesn’t matter even if Ah Lin says you are the destined one, I can’t change the result, at least I can give you some trouble!”
She can really do it, and Gu Yilan will only stand on the same front with her on this matter.
As a priest, it is easy to foresee some terrible future and mobilize the court to do something against future conspirators.
Mengjia's expression changed, and finally he sneered: "Who can bear to fight with a widow!"
"Who are you calling a widow?" Mu Yunhan became furious and said, "Excuse me, apologize immediately!"
Meng Jia said coldly: "You are the widow! I am talking about you! Gu Fenglin is dead! Even if the body is still alive, the inner flesh is already dead!
What does it mean if you insist on not admitting it? You are a coward! If you don’t admit it, does the fact not exist? A coward! Mu Yunhan, you are a coward who deceives yourself and others! "
Such a huge favor finally allowed him to speak freely and pour out the words that he had not dared to say before.
Mu Yunhan's eyes were red, and he just wanted to overturn the table and splash all the soup and water in front of him on Meng Jia's hateful face.
Her hands were already on the table, and she forced herself to calm down: "I am a coward who deceives myself, so who are you? A fool who covets a wife?
Are you shameless? Are you willing to humble yourself? I look down on you. If you don’t admit it, does that mean the fact doesn’t exist?"
As soon as these words came out, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was such a rare opportunity to use her fighting spirit to say it.
Meng Jia was indeed trembling with anger. He clenched his fists and stared at her with blazing anger in his eyes.
Mu Yunhan suspected several times that he would not be able to bear it and hit her with his fists the size of a hammer, and she was even ready.
The worst case scenario is that I'll just take a beating from him, and my excuse will be solid in the future, and he won't even think about mentioning this matter again.
Meng Jia suddenly laughed: "Mu Yunhan, admit it, you are afraid. Are you so afraid of accepting my favor?
Are you asking for money, drinking, and making excuses to quarrel with me and force me to fall out?
Let me tell you, I won’t be fooled. I want you two to endure more favors that you will never be able to pay back in eternity! Just wait and see!”
He picked up the glass of wine she had poured for him before, drank it all in one gulp, threw the glass vigorously, and strode out past her.
It happened that Mu An walked in from outside holding a box. When he saw this, he asked: "Where are you going, Brother Ten?"
Meng Jia ignored him and walked out with his head buried.
With a wink from Mu Yunhan, Mu An chased after him and thrust the box into his hand: "This is a two hundred thousand tael silver note, which can be redeemed in the capital..."
Meng Jia snatched it away, threw the box to the ground, and said coldly: "Whoever is talking about it is like he has never seen money, bah!
I have also grown up among the brocades since I was young. Seeing gold and silver as if they were stones, what's so great about it!"
He glanced at the dumbfounded Mu Yunhan siblings, held his head high, and left feeling refreshed.