"From now on we’re husband and wife, so stop scowling all day long, lest people say the Jun Family lacks manners," the head of the table, Mrs. Jun, said as she glanced at Jun Moyan, impatience clear in her eyes.
This wretched woman and Jun Moyan are married?
No, the old lady spoke of the future.
That definitely won’t do, this wretched woman is no match for Jun Moyan.
Though Jun Moyan might have a bad temper, such a handsome face should not be spoiled by this wretched woman; that would truly be a waste of heavenly proportions.
Just thinking about it was suffocating.
She had to hurry and restore her mana to speak up and stop Jun Moyan.
Xiaocha and Sister Hong Yi are a thousand times better than this wretched woman.
What is Jun Moyan thinking?
"I am injured, and the doctor advised against drinking," Jun Moyan said, his gaze firm on Jun Wuyang who was seated at the head of the table.
This eerie look made Jun Wuyang quite uncomfortable, as if a wild beast had bitten into his throat.
"Injured?" Jun Grandfather asked worriedly.
"Is it serious?" Jun Wuchen looked at Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan shifted his gaze from the somewhat guilty Jun Wuyang, and nodded slightly towards Jun Wuchen, indicating he was alright.
In fact, his injuries had already healed, and even the scars had mostly faded, including some old ones that had also been lightening.
This puzzled him, and it seemed he really needed to find time to go to the hospital for a full-body check-up.
"The nature of your job is really too dangerous, if it really won’t work, you might as well come back to work at the family company," Jun Moyan’s father, Jun Qing, suggested.
He was indeed very fond of this son, but the boy never needed his affection.
Jun Qing knew that this child had been blaming him for his mother’s issues, although he never spoke of it, but he knew.
But what could he do?
He had many compelling reasons and was involuntarily tied, he owed an apology to his mother, so he had been trying to make it up to him over the years.
As soon as Jun Qing spoke, his first wife immediately objected, "Moyan’s business outside is so big, he would hardly care for that little share in the Jun Family."
The shares that Jun Moyan held in the Jun Family had been secured for him by his father, Jun Qing.
Yet, Jun Moyan had always looked down on them. Jun Wuyang had tried several times to transfer Jun Moyan’s shares to himself, but all attempts had ended in failure.
Though Jun Moyan outwardly scorned the shares he held, each time he intended to transfer his shares, he would deliberately come out as a shareholder to obstruct the process.
It was clear he was just trying to annoy him.
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"Dad, you really worry too much, right now he’s the biggest gun and fire group boss in all of Asia, not to mention our national military looks up to him, and even some tribes in Europe and Africa give him plenty of respect; what could possibly happen to him?" Jun Wuyang said rather sarcastically.
"Besides, he’s used to the nature of his current job; returning to the company suddenly might not even suit him, right Moyan?"
As he spoke, Jun Wuyang looked at Jun Moyan, a smirk hanging on his lips.
"Big brother is right," Jun Moyan replied coolly.
"Dad, see? I told you not to worry."
As he spoke, Jun Wuyang raised the red wine in front of him and addressed Jun Moyan sitting at the end of the table, "Here, Moyan, big brother wishes you more and more success in business, always to be smooth and safe."
The last few words, Jun Wuyang emphasized deliberately.