"Grandpa, my wife can’t keep being bullied. Please don’t interfere in this matter."
Lu Jinghan stood beside Han Xi with his hands in his pockets, his gaze then fell on Lin Weiyang: "Auntie’s death is not your get-out-of-jail-free card. If I don’t see you out of An City today, just wait for the Lin Family to go bankrupt."
"Grandpa Lu, please plead with Jing Han on my behalf, I really don’t want to leave."
Lin Weiyang sat next to Old Sir Lu, her tears falling like they were free.
Old Sir Lu was in a dilemma, caught between his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, and a relationship forged with life.
"Weiyang, why don’t you leave first, when Jing Han’s anger subsides, he’ll naturally let you come back."
"Grandpa, I don’t want to leave. My mom is gone already. If I leave too, my dad will be all alone."
Lu Jinghan sat down next to Han Xi, turning his head slightly to look at her: "Hungry? Want to grab breakfast first?" He completely ignored Lin Weiyang.
"It’s okay, I’m not hungry."
As soon as Han Xi finished speaking, the doorbell rang again, and Sister Zhang quickly went to open the door: "Miss Li, Mr. Feng, you’re here."
"Hmm, Xiao Xi should be home, right? I kept calling her but no one answered." Li Manman asked as she changed her shoes in the hallway.
"The madam is at home."
Li Manman and Feng Yi changed their shoes and walked together toward the living room.
"Oh my god, how did this woman get in? Sister Zhang, did you let her in?"
Li Manman had an expression like she’d seen a ghost.
Han Xi turned her head, squeezing out a faint smile on her pale face: "Manman, why did you come?"
"Oh, Feng Yi had some documents to drop off, so I came along."
"Grandpa Lu, you’re here too."
Li Manman enthusiastically moved to the couch, forcibly pushing Lin Weiyang aside to sit next to Old Sir Lu.
Li Manman glanced at the pale Han Xi, then turned to look at the tear-stained Lin Weiyang, curling her lips in mockery: "What’s her act this time, a desperate ploy?"
Lin Weiyang cried even harder, her voice trembling with grievance: "Grandpa Lu, you see, even Han Xi’s friends are bullying me . You must stand up for me. I don’t want to leave An City."
Old Sir Lu sighed repeatedly—he knew his grandson well enough to know that once a decision was made, it never changed.
Not to mention, since this involved Han Xi, there was no room for negotiation.
"Han Xi, what exactly happened again?"
With the drama queen weeping and wailing, Li Manman, quick to anger, could hardly sit still.
Han Xi knew Li Manman’s temperament; if she found out what happened yesterday, she might just start a fight with Lin Weiyang.
"It’s nothing. Stay with Feng Yi for breakfast later."
"You say nothing, but it must be something." Li Manman turned to Lin Weiyang: "Did you bully our Han Xi again?"
Lin Weiyang denied it without a second thought.
Sister Zhang was almost infuriated by Lin Weiyang’s audacity. Hands on her hips, ready to confront Lin Weiyang in court, she angrily spoke: "How can someone so grown-up lie with their eyes wide open? You clearly poured a lot of fishy, stinky stuff on our madam yesterday and let a cat scratch her. Last night, our madam had a high fever because the wound got infected."
Hearing this, Li Manman instantly exploded and without a word went on the attack.