"Are you kidding? Hmm? Why do I feel that what my son said is correct? Wanwan, have you been living with Qin Fangang all these years in America? "
Wen Han-woo's words were full of jealousy. The whole house seemed to be filled with vinegar. However, Xinwan did not feel that he was unreasonable or overbearing at all. Instead, she felt that her heart was soaked in honey.
"Of course I live alone. No, I live with my son," she explained in a low voice. "Qin Fangang has his own place to live. There's nothing between us."
Wen Han-woo sneered. "Doesn't he really want to have something with you?"
"That's what he thinks. But Qin Fangang is a good person. Don't make things difficult for him." Xinwan was not afraid that Wen Han-woo would deal with Qin Fangang. In her heart, Wen Han-woo was not a petty person who could not differentiate between business and personal matters. Moreover, his Family Qin Family was not to be trifled with. However, she still muttered, "Qin Fangang's mother is very powerful. Actually, there's nothing between me and Qin Fangang. I just treat him like an older brother."
"It's better if you see him as a younger brother. I don't want to have an older brother."
Xinwan. The two of them were hugging each other. Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open. This time, the sound of high heels could be heard. Xinwan hurriedly pushed Wen Han-woo away. When she turned around, she saw Han Eemo appear at the entrance.
Wen Han-woo had no intention of hiding anything. He wanted everyone to know. In the past, the two of them did not make their relationship public. However, it was different now. They had said everything that needed to be said. Sooner or later, his mother would find out about these things.
"Mom, why are you here?" Wen Han-woo was still holding Xinwan's hand. When Xinwan saw Han Eemo, she still had some reservations. She struggled a little, but Wen Han-woo tightened his grip.
How much did Han Eemo dislike Xinwan?
At first, she ignored her. Later, she hated her. Now, it was as if she hated her to the core.
Actually, women were like this. Some feelings. Although liking and disliking were proportional, once these two adjectives came into contact with someone, they developed at the same speed.
Han Eemo looked at Wen Han-woo holding Xinwan's hand.
"You've caused my grandson to be hospitalized. You're really in a favorable position." Her tone was not without sarcasm. It seemed to have become an instinct for her.
Xinwan looked down and did not say anything.
First of all, she felt that she did not take full responsibility to take care of Xiao Yu. All these years, she had been feeling guilty. When Wen Haoxuan saw her previously, he did not blame her. Now that he was scolded by Han Eemo, she felt more relieved.
However, Wen Han-woo used to ignore Han Eemo's accusations and insults towards Xinwan. However, it was different now. "Mom, if you came here just to say these things, you'd better go back."
"Nothing happened between you two, right? Hanwoo, are you helping her to deal with your mom? "Han Eemo looked sad.
Wen Han-woo could not be bothered to say so much. He said directly, "Mom, I didn't do anything to you, and I won't work with Wanwan to deal with you. However, I hope you can accept Wanwan. You're my mother, and she's the woman I like. I don't want to see any conflict between the two of you."
Han Eemo's face changed. Actually, when Wen Han-woo said "you're my mother", she still felt guilty. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and she finally remembered the main purpose of her visit.
At this time, there was no time to talk about Xinwan. Han Eemo said anxiously, "Hanwoo, I came here to look for you because there's something I need to talk to you about. Come out with me for a moment."
She was serious, but Wen Han-woo was naturally used to it. Probably because he saw her anxious expression, he weighed the pros and cons and said, "There's no need to avoid me. Just say it here."
Han Eemo naturally did not want to say it in front of Xinwan, but Wen Han-woo had also made up his mind to let her say it here. Thinking about it, she was also anxious and did not care so much.
"I just went to the hospital to see your aunt. She wasn't there. The doctor said that she was discharged today, but your aunt didn't inform us. I've searched all her residences, but she wasn't there. I'm very worried that something might have happened to her."
Wen Han-woo frowned. "My aunt was discharged today?"
He had called her yesterday afternoon, but she did not say that she was discharged today.
Han Eemo explained with a frown, "That's because we didn't know. That's why I'm so anxious. If she was discharged, why didn't she contact us? She was discharged so suddenly, but we don't know where she went. "
Xinwan looked at Han Eemo who was so unreasonable, but she was really concerned about Wen Yuehua's affairs. Her worry was not faked at all. The worry in the corners of her eyes and the tips of her eyebrows were the most genuine.
In fact, people were probably the same. Who did not have a dark shadow in their heart, but who did not have a kind angel in their heart?
Xinwan did not know if this was called loving the house and its crow, but she could not deny that when she made up her mind to accept Wen Han-woo, she also thought about the future.
Therefore, no matter how much Han Eemo had gone overboard with her in the past, she wanted to turn the page and not be calculative.
Wen Han-woo thought for a moment and asked, "Does my aunt have any good friends in B City?"
"She definitely has friends, but your aunt rarely tells her family about her private matters."
Han Eemo paused and suddenly thought of something. "Oh right! Do you think she went to look for Seo Dong-jun? I heard from her before that the wedding planner company kept calling her. She was quite troubled about this matter. Did she go to look for Seo Dong-jun? "
Footsteps suddenly stopped behind them. The three people standing in the room turned their heads in unison and saw Tong Qing Meng standing there awkwardly. She looked like she was in a dilemma.
Wen Han-woo pursed his lips. Actually, he was the first person to see Tong Qing Meng enter, so she should have heard what Han Eemo said just now.
Besides Xinwan, Wen Han-woo and Han Eemo knew a little about Seo Dong-jun and Tong Qing Meng.
Han Eemo's expression changed immediately. "When did you come?"
"I just arrived."
Tong Qing Meng explained. Her gaze fell on Xinwan's face. She said, "Wanwan, I called you just now, but you didn't pick up, so I came straight up. The chauffeur downstairs is here. Your father is coming back today. If you're done packing, we'll be discharged."
"Discharged?"
Han Eemo looked surprised and immediately asked her son, "Hanwoo, is Xiao Yu discharged today? Why did you tell us it was tomorrow? "
Wen Han-woo frowned. He had indeed told Family Wen that it was tomorrow. This was because he knew very well that during this period of time, when Xiao Yu was in the hospital, Grandma and Mom were actually "ready to make a move." If he hadn't stopped them, they would have probably come to take him away long ago.
But at the same time, he knew that Xinwan was feeling very guilty. She had neglected to eat and sleep to take care of her son. If she had sent her son to the Wen family as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, the family would probably be too protective of Little Yu and would not allow him to see him.
Wen Han-woo had always been considerate of Family Wen's feelings. No matter what his family was like, they were still his family. Therefore, he hoped that it wouldn't be difficult for both sides. He decided to let Xinwan bring the child to his place first. Tomorrow, he would consider bringing Xinwan and Xiao Yu back to Family Wen.
He had already made his attitude towards Xinwan clear to Wen Haoxuan. His father didn't have much resistance, and he was most worried about his mother.
But he didn't expect that today would be so coincidental.
"Let's go look for Auntie first." Wen Han-woo didn't want to say more and casually changed the topic. He was also really worried about Wen Yuehua. He took out his phone and called his assistant to check if Wen Yuehua had left B City.
After hanging up, he turned his head and looked at Xinwan. "Bring Xiao Yu back first. The chauffeur is outside. Let him send you back. My mother and I will go look for Auntie."
Xinwan didn't want to stare at Han Eemo, so she simply nodded and left with her son. Han Eemo looked at her and felt even more jealous, especially now that her son's attitude towards her had really changed 180 degrees. She felt a strong sense of jealousy, and coupled with the incident with Tong Qing Meng, she really wanted to tear Xinwan apart.
Wen Han-woo's phone rang. He took a look and walked to the side to answer it. Xinwan was still standing at the elevator. Han Eemo saw that this was a rare opportunity and raised her legs to chase after Xinwan.
Xinwan heard the footsteps and knew that it was Han Eemo. She thought that she would more or less be scolded by her, but she could also accept it.
She would accept it.
Unexpectedly, Han Eemo stopped her not because of Xiao Yu's hospitalization, but because of Wen Yuehua.
"Tong Xinwan, do you know that Hanwoo's aunt isn't going to marry Tang Zijun?"
Tong Yanyu had been eating beef candies by the side. Ever since Han Eemo appeared, he had unwillingly called out "Grandma." Now that he saw her aggressively chasing after him, he was very worried that his mother would be at a disadvantage. He immediately leaned forward and tilted his head to say, "Grandma, don't blame my mother. I ate something bad and it has nothing to do with my mother! Also, I don't want to go back with you. I want to stay with Mommy and Daddy. "
Han Eemo's eyes lit up when she heard that last sentence. She quickly squatted down and held Xiao Yu's hand. "Good baby, what did you call just now? Daddy? "
"Yes."
"What a good child. You finally called me Daddy."
"Of course. Mommy asked me to call you Daddy, so I will definitely be obedient."
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