If there really comes a day when she can rise to the top, she doesn’t believe that Qian Rouxuan won’t have other ideas.
Leng Mohao gazed down at the landscape below, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. Though things were tricky, the most important task was to calm his mother down first.
So he turned back and continued to Zeng Qiuping, "The reason I didn’t tell you was because I didn’t want you to worry! As for Qian Rouxuan, she has always loved me. Back then, she was with me first. Her relationship with Leng Mochen was nothing but a fling!"
Zeng Qiuping wanted to persuade him further, but as a mother speaking to her son, there were some things she couldn’t bring herself to say. He called it a fling, but who can truly tell what’s going on between those two?
If there was absolutely nothing between them, then Leng Mochen must be a complete fool for letting things escalate with Mrs. Leng to such an extent. She wouldn’t believe it if he said so.
Still, as long as John is her grandson, she doesn’t care about the rest. And really, what use is it for her to care? Her son has already married Liu Jiaqi, hasn’t he? With the Liu Family’s wealth and her son’s intelligence, the Leng Family business will surely belong to her family.
As for that woman, it depends on what she does next. Thinking of this, Zeng Qiuping quickly asked, "Mohao, even if everything you said is right, how are we going to carry on this act? Liu Jiaqi has returned to the Liu Family with those things—you better come up with a solution soon!
If your uncle and others find out, it won’t be easy to clean up this mess! Just think, a grandson you’ve been longing for turns out not to be your own—a situation is unbearable for anyone!"
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it right now! But Mom, I need to remind you—this matter must not be told to my dad, not even him! Until the Leng Family business is in my hands, we have to stick to the plan and endure in silence."
Zeng Qiuping waved her hand with a smile. "Don’t worry! I won’t tell him. Besides, your dad couldn’t care less about your affairs!"
After escorting Zeng Qiuping out, Leng Mohao thought for a moment and immediately contacted Liu Jiaqi.
At this moment, Liu Jiaqi was at her parents’ home, sobbing uncontrollably as she poured out the whole story to the feigning-sick Mrs. Liu.
Under her mother’s comforting words, her mood lightened considerably.
Exactly! They had just been married a few days, and already something happened. This time, he’d better give her a proper explanation. It’s either that shameless woman or her; if he can’t satisfy her, she’ll file for divorce. After all, her family isn’t short of money to take care of her.
Mrs. Liu also felt stifled inside, but she didn’t let it show on her face. She understood her daughter—sharp as a tack with others but a fool when it came to Leng Mohao. Though her daughter was speaking tough words now, who knew what she’d be like later?
It’s true that women in love seem to lose their intelligence; her daughter was the perfect example of this.
She had always told her daughter before the marriage to consider every possible scenario, to nip potential crises in the bud.
But her daughter just wouldn’t listen, her heart and eyes only full of Leng Mohao, leaving little room for her or her father.
And look—this is only a few days into the marriage, and there’s already trouble.
Her mother-in-law is quite the piece of work too, weaving lies and claiming the images were fabricated! How could she believe that? Fabricated images wouldn’t be so vivid and so clear!
And what about that disk? Just now, she withheld her sharp tongue to spare her daughter’s dignity and didn’t look into its contents, but she could already guess—it had to be shameless scenes recorded as evidence.
She had been about to teach her daughter some tricks to manage her husband when Leng Mohao acted quickly, first calling to comfort her and explaining that it was all a stupid mistake from before their marriage, that he’d been drunk and framed by someone. Then, with sweet talk, he had her laughing aloud.
Mrs. Liu glared at her foolish daughter in exasperation. How could a few honeyed words from him so easily confuse her?
She truly wasn’t like her younger self! Oh!
Before Mrs. Liu could utter a few words of reproach, Leng Mohao had already arrived, holding a pile of gifts as an apology. She had wanted to lecture him a bit, but her daughter’s warning look stopped her in her tracks.
She was utterly furious—it felt like all her effort raising this daughter had been wasted! How could she believe him so easily when he said everything happened before the marriage? What if it wasn’t?
But her daughter was just here and gone in a flash. Before leaving, she even whispered to Mrs. Liu not to tell Liu Yisi about the matter. Left without any room to retaliate or show her claws and teeth, Mrs. Liu could only sit at home stewing in her frustration. Her daughter had been completely won over!
After a round of charming gestures, Leng Mohao soothed Liu Jiaqi, then took a moment to call Qian Rouxuan. She fiercely denied ever being involved in such matters. Yet after hanging up the phone, Qian Rouxuan felt a growing unease—what was going on at that hotel?
The thought of someone possibly capturing images of her with Han Mingzhe made her heart race. Who could have done this? Follow current novels on novelFɪre.net
She had been staying home quietly to recuperate lately, using outrageously expensive ointments that were indeed effective. She hoped her recovery would be swift. Her face was her most vital asset, the key to her ability to conquer and eventually return to Leng Mochen’s side! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) for recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can visit m.qidian.com for reading.)