"Grandma, it was my inconvenience in my legs that caused the delay,"
Before Jun Moyan could speak, Jun Wuchen had already begun.
"You always speak for him." The old Mrs. Jun was very displeased that her second grandson and Jun Moyan were so close.
After all, she had never accepted Jun Moyan in her heart.
In her eyes, Jun Moyan being so close to Wuchen must have had an ulterior motive, just like her despicable mother.
Moreover, Jun Moyan was considered a harbinger of misfortune, and Wuchen was frail—better not to catch bad luck.
Jun Moyan acted as if he hadn’t heard, adjusted Jun Wuchen’s wheelchair to a higher position, and helped him into the seat.
But he noticed that the spot next to Jun Wuchen, which should have been his, was now taken.
Jun Wuchen had noticed it too and was wondering what was happening.
Old Mrs. Jun pointed toward the end of the table next to Ji Hongyan.
With a very disdainful tone, she said, "Just sit next to Miss Ji."
Jun Moyan’s fingers slightly curled, and clouds of darkness momentarily filled his eyes, but he did not erupt.
Sitting on Jun Wuchen’s lap, Wen Xiao’ai felt the fluctuation in Jun Moyan’s emotions.
She was curious about who this old lady really was.
Why did Jun Moyan, who had such a fiery temper, always tolerate her?
Just because she was an old lady?
Even if it was out of respect, one must consider the person—the one who treated you poorly, why should you respect her?
Moreover, this old lady even arranged for you to sit next to that bad woman with the surname Ji; she definitely is not a good person.
Qing Yi, standing at the door, felt deeply heartbroken for Jun Moyan’s situation in the Jun family.
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Bai Changge— that was Old Mrs. Jun’s real name.
"Moyan is a child of the Jun family, not an outsider."
This mention of "outsider" made Ji Hongyan, sitting upright at the table, feel very embarrassed.
"Is it not all the same table? What does it matter where one sits? He and Miss Ji will soon be husband and wife. Sitting together to communicate and foster feelings—what is wrong with that?" Old Mrs. Jun said defiantly.
Wuyang, sitting beside her, hooked up the corner of his mouth in a smirk of triumph.
The fearsome and majestic Third Young Master Jun, in the Jun family, was nothing more than a dog!
"Yes, it’s all the same table—wherever you sit." Jun Wuchen’s gentle voice sounded.
Everyone looked at him, surprised that he would say such a thing.
Wasn’t he very close to Jun Moyan?
But the next moment, everyone understood.
They saw Jun Wuchen himself maneuvering his wheelchair back from his seat, "Moyan, brother will sit there with you."
"Wuchen," Old Mrs. Jun’s face darkened.
"Grandma, it’s all the same wherever I sit," Jun Wuchen just smiled.
Had someone else said this, it would have clearly been seen as going against Old Mrs. Jun.
But coming from the lips of a man who seemed detached from worldly matters as if an exiled immortal, it sounded as if it had been cleansed, leaving no trace of intentional provocation.
"No need, brother, you sit here, it’s all the same to me wherever I sit."
Jun Moyan pushed Jun Wuchen back to his seat, his gaze catching Wen Xiao’ai, who was quietly sitting on Wuchen’s lap and staring at him, seemingly worried about him.
This little one, still knows how to worry about him.
It seems his efforts weren’t in vain.
Then Jun Moyan stood no longer, went over to Ji Hongyan, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Seeing Jun Moyan move to another spot, Wen Xiao’ai, from her angle which was obscured, quickly tugged at Jun Wuchen’s clothes, her little paws pointing at the armrest of his wheelchair.
It meant she wanted to sit there.