"Xiao’ai, Wen Xiao’ai, it’s her, it’s this damned girl who caused Wuyang’s death, it’s her."
"What are you doing?!" Elder Jun frowned, looking displeasedly at the somewhat crazed Elder Madam Jun.
Elder Madam Jun seemed not to hear his words, still cursing unpleasantly.
"It was this damned girl who seduced Wuyang, deliberately scheming so that Jun Moyan had an excuse to kill Wuyang, I’m going to catch this damned girl and throw her into prison, so she won’t die a good death, and that monstrous child Jun Moyan should die too."
Elder Madam Jun said as she stood up to leave, Jun Yan and his wife hurriedly stopped her.
"Dad, let’s send Mom back to her room first, you and Wuchen should also go rest early, you’ve been tired for a whole day."
"Hmm." Elder Jun nodded.
"Don’t stop me, I want to settle accounts with that damned girl, I want her to return Wuyang to me, return him to me."
"Mom, stop making a scene, I’ll take you back to your room." Jun Yan and his wife escorted Elder Madam Jun away.
"Return him to me, return Wuyang to me."
It took the two quite a while to lead Elder Madam Jun away.
Elder Jun closed his eyes with a headache, a profound sadness in his expression.
In the pitch-black room of Jun Wuyang, a figure sat at the head of the bed, hugging the pillow that Jun Wuyang had slept on, her body swaying with each mention of the name.
"Wuyang, sob, come back, don’t leave your mother."
Lady Jun cried, calling out the name of Jun Wuyang, her tears soaking the pillow in her arms.
And so she sat on Jun Wuyang’s bed, calling his name, her expression blank.
After who knows how long, Lady Jun suddenly stopped her sobs, she lifted her face full of wounds and tears from the pillow and slowly calmed down, her tear-blurred eyes gradually taking on a malevolent gleam.
The tears falling from her eyes made her expression clearer.
She opened her mouth and slowly uttered three words.
"Wen... Xiao... ai..."
As she called out the name, the malevolent gleam in her eyes intensified, laden with the intent for revenge.
Jun Moyan woke Wen Xiao’ai, who had fallen asleep late last night due to the excitement about going to the Holy City.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai called out softly in a drowsy voice, melting Jun Moyan’s heart.
"Hmm... no, I want to sleep."
Wen Xiao’ai lethargically replied, subconsciously snuggling closer to where Jun Moyan should have been, only to find that he was not in bed.
"Then are we still going to the Holy City, are we still returning to the Demon Realm?"
Wen Xiao’ai abruptly opened her eyes, stared at Jun Moyan for two seconds, then suddenly sat up.
"Then go brush your teeth and wash your face, we’ll leave after breakfast, the flight’s at nine o’clock."
Wen Xiao’ai immediately climbed out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
Jun Moyan smiled and followed her into the bathroom to help Wen Xiao’ai brush her teeth and wash her face.
After breakfast, Qing Yi drove them to the airport.
"Young Master, are you just going ?"
"You’re going to visit Miss Wen’s family, you should at least prepare some gifts in advance, or are you going to prepare the gifts in the Holy City? Whether the gift is important or not is one thing, but it’s mainly the thought that counts, won’t it be too late to prepare gifts once you’re there? You absolutely cannot give money, that would be too frivolous."
As Qing Yi drove, he shared his concerns. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel-fire.net
Jun Moyan thought for a moment, then asked in return, "What do you think would be a good gift to bring to the elders?"