Wen Xiao’ai didn’t even think about it, she simply trotted back to Jun Moyan’s side and grabbed his hand.
She really disliked it when Jun Moyan came here; as soon as he arrived, he would change into that person who never smiled, icy to everyone, his entire demeanor dark and gloomy.
She didn’t like him ; Wu Garden was better.
Jun Moyan didn’t take another look around; he just turned and walked away with Wen Xiao’ai.
"Moyan," Jun Wuchen called out to him, but couldn’t stop his steps at all.
"Moyan," the senior Mr. Jun hurried forward, grabbing Jun Moyan’s arm.
His unstable steps at this age made Jun Wuchen’s heart ache.
Jun Moyan’s statement about going home to eat pained him even more.
He no longer considered this place his home...
"Moyan, have a meal with grandfather," pleaded the senior Mr. Jun, holding onto Jun Moyan’s arm.
"If you don’t like eating here, how about we take the food over to Wuchen’s place to eat?" The pleading posture of the senior Mr. Jun made Jun Moyan feel uncomfortable.
"Enough already, acting so high and mighty, having an elder beg a younger relative and a stranger to eat, aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?" the voice of Mrs. Jun rose, tinged with a bit of anger.
The senior Mr. Jun was also furious; just because of the last time he forcefully arranged that ridiculous marriage, Moyan hadn’t come home for two months, and now it was endless. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
"Mom, less is more," Jun Qing said, looking distinctly displeased.
He was actually quite pleased with the girl his son had brought home.
Though he wasn’t clear about her family background, she was definitely more pleasing to the eye than Ji Hongyan, and from the girl’s demeanor and appearance, her family background definitely couldn’t be bad.
The key was that Moyan liked her.
"Less is more and he’ll step right over this old woman’s head," Mrs. Jun exclaimed emotionally.
"I’ve already arranged a marriage for him, and he agreed at the time. I called him back this time to discuss the engagement date, and now he brings a stranger home, isn’t that a slap in this old woman’s face? Or is he deliberately antagonizing me and unwilling to get along with me? How do we explain this to the Ji family? What will people think of our Jun Family?" Mrs. Jun became more and more enraged, her face turning red.
"Jun Moyan is going to marry me in the future; don’t even think about forcing him to marry someone else," Wen Xiao’ai said sharply, hugging Jun Moyan and glaring fiercely at Mrs. Jun.
Then she turned towards Ji Hongyan, who was staring at her as if wishing to tear her apart.
"Anyone who dares to marry Jun Moyan, I will beat her to death."
Jun Moyan was hers, and he was going to marry her in the future. She wouldn’t allow him to marry someone else, to share meals and a bed with another.
"What a lack of upbringing."
"Whether Xiao’ai has manners or not isn’t for anyone to say, including you!"
Jun Moyan’s cold voice rang out, expressions finally changing on his stern face.
He wouldn’t allow anyone to speak a word against Xiaoguai, no one could.
"You truly are rebellious," Mrs. Jun burst out angrily, abruptly standing up.
"Jun Moyan, you actually show disrespect to your grandmother because of a stranger," Wuyang too stood, perfectly timing his instigation.
But little did he expect that Jun Moyan would completely ignore him, not even bothering with him, and being ignored was very displeasing to him.
"Is grandmother wrong? A girl who talks about marrying and hitting people at the drop of a hat, she has no manners at all."
"Dare to speak ill of her again, and I will cut out your tongue!" Jun Moyan’s expression was dark, his gaze icily fixed on Wuyang.