"Indiscernible right and wrong, your time as the head has truly come to an end." This time, the old master of the Jun family didn’t yield to the old madam.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Jun Wuyang again, "I warn you, if from today onwards, if I discover that you have harmed Moyan again, committed the unconscionable act of fratricide, I will expel you from the Jun Family’s clan records."
The old master of the Jun family got up angrily, left those words, and walked away, leaving everyone present bewildered.
The old master of the Jun family, who hadn’t handled affairs for many years, seemed truly infuriated tonight.
"Grandfather." Jun Wuchen couldn’t rest easy and immediately followed in his wheelchair.
"You all, you all have turned against me."
The old madam almost flipped the table.
Being the decisive head of the family over these years, her stance of her word being law had made her incapable of accepting any disagreement or criticism.
Even when her own husband showed his displeasure, she felt it was his fault.
"Wuyang, has Moyan really wronged you? Did you genuinely collaborate with the Baiming Sect against Moyan?" Jun Qing realized the gravity of the situation.
Jun Wuyang denied vehemently, looking at dozens of relatives who seemed both awkward and entertained, "I, Jun Wuyang, stand by my actions; if I didn’t do it, then I didn’t do it."
"Did you really send someone to kill Moyan?" Jun Qing really wasn’t aware of what Jun Wuyang had done to Moyan.
"Jun Qing, are you confused too?" The old madam directly confronted Jun Qing.
"Mother, the situation is serious. Even if you support him, you can’t condone such a blatant disregard for right and wrong. Collaborating with the Baiming Sect is disloyal to the nation and the people; killing one’s own family is inhuman and unethical, a stain for a lifetime." The most hopeful son doing such immoral deeds greatly disappointed Jun Qing.
"Jun Qing, mind your words, don’t paint Wuyang as completely wicked," Wuyang’s mother also stepped in to defend.
"Actions speak louder than words. Sooner or later, he will be spoiled by you all," Jun Qing turned to Jun Wuyang, "You better reflect on yourself and apologize to your grandfather tomorrow morning."
Jun Wuyang ignored Jun Qing’s words, kicked over his stool, and stormed off.
"Jun Wuyang!" Jun Qing shouted at his retreating figure.
"Alright, haven’t you had enough?" The old madam spoke impatiently, "A perfectly good family banquet ruined by an outsider."
With that statement from the old madam, the attention was once again directed at Moyan.
And, it’s unclear whether she was referring to Wen Xiao’ai or Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai was sitting on Moyan’s lap, tilting her head back, looking at his face as if it were coated in frost.
He had been silent ever since getting into the car, emitting a gloomy aura, staring out the window, lost in thought.
Wen Xiao’ai knew he was unhappy.
But she was unhappy too; her bottle was still left in that broken place, and she was very hungry.
And that gentle brother, why didn’t he take him along? That place was so dangerous, how could he leave a little lamb in a wolf’s den?
Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t hold back and tentatively called out to him softly.
Moyan came back to his senses and shifted his gaze from the night scene outside the window, looking down at the little pink bundle on his lap.
"Tonight, thank you," he said again, having been helped by her once more.
"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai squinted her eyes, her two tender little ears playfully moved, as if to say, "You’re welcome." Orıginal content can be found at novel✶fire.net
Just mutual assistance.
Qing Yi, driving the car, was somewhat perplexed, "...Young master, since tonight’s events were triggered by her, why are you still thanking her?"