"Heh..." Jun Wuyang scoffed coldly, "This is arranged by Grandma, it’s not your turn to worry about my affairs."
"I’m unable to marry before my older brother does."
"What, you’ve got a little success outside and now you think you’re something special, not even putting this old lady in your eyes?" Lady Jun showed clear impatience.
"Moyan didn’t mean it that way."
"Hold on, I haven’t agreed to this yet. Marriage is a serious matter and can’t be treated so carelessly." Master Jun really couldn’t stand them bullying Jun Moyan.
"Don’t forget who’s running the Jun Family now." However, Lady Jun didn’t give him any face.
"Grandfather." Jun Moyan stopped his Grandfather who was about to get angry, patting the back of his hand, "It’s okay, let’s just go with Grandma’s arrangement."
"Moyan, don’t wrong yourself."
"Yeah, Moyan, you need to think this through." Jun Qing didn’t want his son to marry a girl from a second-rate family.
Jun Qing’s legal wife pulled at his sleeve, smiling and said, "Mother’s arrangement is always the best, and since Moyan has already agreed, young people should get along for a while and feelings will develop. Auntie is right, isn’t she, Moyan?"
Jun Moyan glanced at her, ignoring her. Fresh chapters posted on novᴇlfire.net
He stood up and said, "I am going to call Second Brother over for dinner."
As he passed by an excited Ji Hongyan, Jun Moyan didn’t even give her a glance.
Master Jun watched Jun Moyan’s retreating figure, feeling worried.
While Jun Wuyang and his mother, along with Lady Jun, revealed smug smiles...
"Third Young Master."
Qing Yi, waiting outside, immediately followed Jun Moyan’s steps upon seeing him come out.
"Find an appropriate opportunity to get rid of that Ji family woman for me."
Coldness condensed in the depths of Jun Moyan’s eyes.
Wen Xiao’ai gaped slightly, her large deep blue eyes unblinkingly staring at the man in white sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The man was very handsome, just as handsome as Jun Moyan.
But Jun Moyan was too difficult to approach, looking dark and foreboding, very frightening.
Whereas the man in front of her had a refined elegance, whether it was his gaze, appearance, or aura, all were as warm and smooth as jade, like an Immortal from the heavens.
Even if he sat there quietly, doing nothing, saying nothing, he exuded an aura of peaceful years, otherworldly detachment.
If Jun Moyan was King Yan, then the man before her was certainly a Heavenly God.
"Little one, come here."
The man spoke, his voice like a caress of clear mystery, as pure as lake water, so gentle that Wen Xiao’ai thought about abandoning Jun Moyan and throwing herself into the embrace of this man.
Of course, that was just a thought; her physical condition didn’t allow her to become a "little traitor."
Wen Xiao’ai called out and strode without hesitation towards the man.
For Wen Xiao’ai, the man before her was undoubtedly the gentlest, most unintimidating person she had ever met.
Wen Xiao’ai arrived at the man’s feet, looking up at him with her little head tilted back.
Jun Wuchen slightly bent down and stretched out a hand in front of her.
Wen Xiao’ai hesitated for a moment, but still jumped onto his palm, careful not to let her bloodied little paw touch him, lest she stain such a handsome man.
His hand was really cool.
Wen Xiao’ai thought to herself that compared to this icy-cold hand, she preferred Jun Moyan’s, warm and more security-giving.
Jun Wuchen lifted her tiny body onto his lap, gently rubbed her fluffy little head, and tenderly said:
"Did you hurt yourself when you fell just now?"