After the car door closed and Xinwan confirmed that her son couldn't hear their conversation, she said angrily, "Wen Han-woo, are you crazy? What kind of words are you saying in front of our son? "
"What did I say?"
Wen Han-woo frowned and sneered. His innocent tone was laced with sarcasm for Xinwan. "You're the one who's thinking, aren't you? You're the one who's thinking is dirty, yet you're questioning me? "
"You —!!"
Xinwan was so angry that her whole body was shaking. If she could, she really wanted to reach out and slap him. All her anger turned into a sharp tit for tat. "You're such a jerk! Does anyone know that you, Wen Han-woo, are such an unreasonable person? "
She was so angry that her face had turned red. Her eyes were a little hot, and her red lips were tightly pursed. Her breathing was a little hurried, and her chest kept rising and falling. Wen Hanyu also noticed that her entire body was especially stiff.
This expression of extreme anger made him relax. It turned out that her standing in front of him had given him too much of an emotional rollercoaster. He recalled that when she had just returned, she kept calling him "Young Master Wen."
At that time, she seemed to be impervious to everything. But now, she had become the most natural way to address him — "Wen Han-woo."
He didn't want to think too much about it. In fact, this subtle change had also caused a subtle change in his emotions.
What did this mean?
He didn't want to hear her call him "Young Master Wen." He liked to see her calm down, even if she gritted her teeth and called him "Wen Han-woo." Why did it make him feel that she had a different charm when she was angry?
The man narrowed his eyes. His slender fingers in his trousers pocket twitched unconsciously.
When Xinwan saw that Wen Han-woo hadn't said anything for a long time and was just looking at her like that, she felt like she was venting her anger on a soft cotton ball. Her throat felt like she had swallowed a fly. It was an indescribable feeling. She pursed her lips and was about to turn around to leave when the silent man suddenly took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. Before Xinwan could react, the man had already flipped her over and pinned her behind a large pillar.
Xinwan took a deep breath, and a hint of panic flashed in the depths of her eyes. Their position just happened to be facing away from the pillar at the entrance of the restaurant. Tong Yanyu, who was in the car, naturally could not see what was going on here. However, Wen Han-woo's sudden behavior … What was the meaning of this?
She placed both hands on the man's chest and pressed them right above his heart. Her palms seemed to be able to feel his strong heartbeat, and her heart was even more flustered. "What are you trying to do? This is a public place, and our son is still in the car. Wen Han-woo, hurry up and let go of me. Let's talk nicely! "
"Didn't I talk nicely to you?"
He chuckled, and his handsome face came close to hers. The man's thin lips were almost touching hers. Xinwan panicked and turned her face away, just in time to let his lips graze her earlobe. She trembled all over.
"If I don't want to talk nicely to you, I have plenty of ways to torture you." The man moved closer to her ear and said flirtatiously, "But now, if we're in a place where there are only the two of us, I really want to be unreasonable with you. You'll definitely like it."
"You're really shameless!" Xinwan's face turned red. She could tell what he was implying, and she stomped her feet in anger. "Let go of me. I don't want to fight with you in front of our son. Do you hear me?"
"Fight? On the bed? "
"You —"
"Don't you want to go home?"
Before Xinwan could swallow her anger, Wen Han-woo easily changed the topic. The man's wrist lightened, and he let go of her. However, that strong and domineering aura still lingered.
The old lingering feeling lingered at the tip of her nose, and she couldn't get rid of it. And the next sentence he said, the ambiguous temperature continued to rise.
"I agree to let you go back to the Family Jiang, but since you like to come and go so much, then today, I'll sleep in the Family Jiang."
Xinwan.
…
Jiang Youyi and Tong Qing Meng had been waiting at home for a long time. When they finally heard the sound of a car engine, they thought that Family Wen had sent someone to send the mother and son back. Who knew that Wen Han-woo would actually be in the car.
From the looks of it, he had personally driven the car.
After the man got out of the car, he held the car door with one hand and took his jacket from the front passenger seat. He hung it on his arm. His shirt sleeves were rolled up halfway, revealing two muscular arms. They were bronze in color, a very healthy color. Three buttons on his collar were unbuttoned, and his sexy chest was faintly discernible.
To be honest, this man's lazy and casual dressing was even more lethal.
In addition, it was already afternoon, and the sun was especially good. The stars fell on the man's body, accentuating his exquisite facial features, which were especially three-dimensional.
Wen Han-woo was born with a cold and hard aura, but at this moment, the soft light fell on the light blue shirt he was wearing. For a moment, Xinwan was really in a daze. She felt that the corners of his mouth seemed to be holding a gentle smile, and that pair of deep eyes were especially charming.
Jiang Youyi was naturally happy to see Wen Han-woo. "Hanwoo is here too?"
"CEO Jiang."
Wen Han-woo had always addressed Jiang Youyi this way. Now that he and Xinwan were divorced, it seemed to be easier for him to call her that. Jiang Youyi did not mind at all, probably because she was used to it. His gaze fell on Tong Yanyu, who was standing beside Xinwan. He was still a little excited. "Wanwan, is this the child?"
Tong Qing Meng stood beside her husband. When she saw her little grandson, she was so excited that her eyes welled up with tears.
Women were always more emotional than men. Moreover, Tong Qing Meng was at the age where her daughter had a son who was even five years old. She was really happy. She lifted the hem of her skirt and squatted in front of Tong Yanyu. "Is his name Xiao Yu? Wanwan, does he … does he understand Chinese? Since he didn't grow up in America, is he not used to this place? "
Xin Wan saw that her mother was so nervous. She wanted to explain, but Tong Yanyu sensibly took a step forward and grabbed Tong Qingmeng's hand without any fear of strangers. He grinned. He was originally handsome, but when he smiled, he was even more radiant. "You must be grandma! Grandma, I can understand Chinese because my mother taught me Chinese when I was young. I can even read a lot of words. "
Tong Qing Meng was extremely excited when he called her 'Grandma'. She could not help but reach out and hug her little grandson. Her voice was a little choked up. "You're such a good child. You're very sensible. Grandma is very happy to have you."
Jiang Youyi also walked over. Although the middle-aged man had been through a lot and was obviously better at controlling his emotions than his wife, his excitement and joy were clearly reflected in the depths of his eyes.
"Xiao Yu, I'm Grandpa."
"Grandpa, I know you too. My mother used to show me photos of Grandpa and Grandma."
The adults wanted to introduce themselves cautiously. On the other hand, the child relaxed and closed the distance between them. His young voice was clear as he said, "Grandpa, Grandma, I've always wanted to come back to see you. I'm very happy to see you!"
The smile on Jiang Youyi's face deepened. He had never been disappointed in Xinwan, except for the fact that she insisted on divorcing Wen Han-woo. But now, it seemed that he had a new understanding. Just based on the fact that Wen Han-woo was willing to come to Family Jiang with her, it was enough to prove that Xinwan's decision was not necessarily wrong.
In this world, there was a saying that went, "Put yourself on the brink of death and fight to live!"
How much did Wen Han-woo look down on Family Jiang in the past? Other than a few necessary occasions at work or a family gathering once a month, he usually would not even look at people from Family Jiang, let alone come to Family Jiang. But it was different now. After Xinwan came back, it seemed like this was the second time he came to Family Jiang.
The five of them walked into the living room of Family Jiang. It was still early for dinner. Because they had agreed to spend the night at Family Jiang, Tong Qing Meng brought Tong Yanyu upstairs to pick a room. She also got someone to buy new bedsheets. She had to make sure that the bedsheets were dry cleaned within half a day before they were sent back.
Only Jiang Youyi and Wen Han-woo were left in the living room. Xinwan was sent to the kitchen to pour some water for Wen Han-woo. When she came out with the tea, she happened to hear Jiang Youyi say, "There is indeed a problem over there. The main problem is that there is a problem with the flow of funds for a project they invested in previously."
When Xinwan heard this, she knew that it had something to do with the business trip. Her heart sank as she realized how guilty she felt.
Actually, all these years, she and Jiang Youyi were not very close. But she never denied that her father treated her mother very well. Even though he had an extramarital affair back then, he truly loved her mother. Otherwise, he would not have tried so hard to marry her.
All these years, he only had her mother by his side.
However, this time, it was obvious that her stubbornness caused the situation to escalate to this point. She reckoned that Jiang Youyi must have been affected by her divorce with Wen Han-woo. She had previously promised Jiang Youyi that she would change her surname and come back to help him. But now …
"A problem that can be solved with money is not a big problem."
Xinwan was still reflecting on herself when the man's deep voice interrupted her. She lifted her head and saw a certain someone sitting on the sofa. His tall body was leaning against the sofa. The man's slender fingers were holding a cigarette. From her angle, half of his exquisite facial features were covered by the smoke. It was dark and obscure, but it added a mature and mysterious charm to him.
His collar was slightly open and as he flicked the cigarette ash, his tanned skin was faintly discernible. Xin Wan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't know why, but in her mind, there were several images of him getting close to her. Her nerve endings actually had a subtle numbness that seeped into her limbs and bones. She felt that she almost couldn't hold the tea in her hand. She subconsciously took two steps back and stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
Then, she heard Wen Han-woo's magnetic voice and continued —
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