"This card was given to me by Grandpa; it’s the dowry he prepared on behalf of Jun Moyan for my family, to be used when he marries me. Grandpa said it contains a lot of money, enough for me to spend for a very long time. I don’t care about your money at all. Besides, Jun Moyan is very wealthy now; he will give me whatever I ask for."
The most important thing is, she doesn’t even need to use money.
When Jun Wuyang saw that Grandpa had given the card to someone who was not yet formally part of the family, just because she was Jun Moyan’s girlfriend, he was incensed by Grandpa’s kindness towards her.
He always complained that Grandma was partial to him, yet he was just as biased towards Jun Moyan.
Jun Wuyang stared at the card, wishing he could burn it, along with Jun Moyan.
A malicious gleam flashed in his eyes as he subtly gestured to a skinny man standing nearby. Understanding the cue, the man stepped forward, bowed, and leaned close to Jun Wuyang.
Jun Wuyang whispered something into his ear, then the skinny man headed toward the dining area...
Madame Jun stared at the card, her face somber. She struggled to articulate her feelings, unable to let go or accept, before finally squeezing out the words:
"He has really become muddle-headed."
"Grandpa is perfectly lucid," Wen Xiao’ai retorted, not expecting a mere card to upset them so much.
She’d simply drill a small hole in the card, hang it around her neck, and flaunt it in front of them daily just to infuriate them.
"Are you done? If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving," Wen Xiao’ai said as she put away the card and prepared to go find Jun Wuchen with Xiaocha.
"Wait," Jun Wuyang called out to them.
"What?" Wen Xiao’ai looked at him warily.
"Whether you marry Wuchen or Jun Moyan, either way, you’re marrying into the Jun Family..."
"That’s not true. Jun Moyan is no longer part of your Jun Family. I am marrying into Wu Garden, not the Jun Family. You have no right to claim Jun Moyan as part of the Jun family anymore. He tolerated you in the past for Grandpa and his elder brother’s sake, but he has nothing to do with you now. If you dare to bully him again, he won’t be polite to you anymore."
"Exactly," Xiaocha chimed in.
Today’s trip with Wen Xiao’ai was an eye-opener—such bizarre family members are indeed rare in the world.
Only the Third Young Master could tolerate them.
"..." Jun Wuyang was so blocked that he didn’t know how to respond.
Grinding his teeth, he took a deep breath and rephrased his sentences before continuing, "No matter what, Jun Moyan was born into the Jun family. Even if the ties are severed, the blood flowing in his veins is still that of the Jun family. You can’t just nullify all relations."
Madame Jun and Lady Jun knew that Jun Wuyang must have had some plan when they heard his words.
Although what he said was uncomfortable to hear and bear, they let him speak.
"I said there’s no relation now. Can’t you understand? Yet you’re still talking," Wen Xiao’ai frowned deeply, stomping her foot in frustration.
Jun Wuyang, seemingly not hearing Wen Xiao’ai’s words, kept talking, "Since you and Jun Moyan love each other so much, I will also try to persuade Wuchen to give up and let you two be together."
"Today, we have been too abrupt, and there have been many offenses. We will eventually be family, and there’s no use in continuing to argue. I hope we can put today’s issues behind us. If you don’t mind, please stay and have a meal with us; consider it an apology for today’s abruptness." For more chapters visıt NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"I do mind, I mind a lot. I can’t stomach a meal with you," Wen Xiao’ai bluntly refused.