The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

"It means literally. He is so young, more than 20 years younger than you, why is he willing to give birth to a daughter for you, right?"

Jing Zhenglin was so angry that his beloved concubine was so slandered, he threw his cane hard at Yang Yuxi.

"I'll kill you blood-spitting stinky girl."

Yang Yuxi quickly hid behind the bodyguard and stared at him provocatively, "What are you so excited about? I'm just speculating on a possibility. If you don't like to hear it, you can go in with one ear and out with the other."

Jing Zhenglin was so angry that he wanted to hit her, but Jing Mochen had already come out.

"Grandpa, why are you hitting Yuxi again? You are over 80 years old. Although you are tough, you can't get angry so easily."

Jing Zhenglin was so angry that he told Jing Mochen all that Yang Yuxi had said.

"Look at the woman you're looking for. I'll be mad at you sooner or later. Don't bring her here again, or I'm afraid I'll lose control and kill her."

Jing Mochen glanced at Yang Yuxi with complicated eyes, which made her heart skip a beat, and she moved her head awkwardly.

"Grandpa, Yuxi just said it casually, don't take it to heart."

"What's more, I know her well. She wouldn't bother to talk about you if you didn't speak ill first."

"You don't get angry in the future, and don't worry about aunt's messy things. She is so old, she can handle it by herself."

"I won't tell you anymore. I have to pay homage to grandma and mother tomorrow, so I'll go first."

Jing Mochen pulled Yang Yuxi to leave, but was stopped by Jing Zhenglin again, and he spoke with an unnatural expression.

"Wait, where are your grandma and your mother buried? I'm going to worship them too."

Jing Mochen refused his grandfather's request without thinking.

"Grandma made a will before she was alive, and she will never have anything to do with you again, and she won't let you see her after she dies. I respect her decision, you'd better not go."

After speaking, he didn't care how angry Jing Zhenglin was, he followed Yang Yuxi into the car and drove away.

On the way back, Jing Mochen's probing gaze fell on Yang Yuxi all the way, but Yang Yuxi couldn't take it anymore, so he turned his head and gave him a hard look.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

Jing Mochen finally couldn't help but ask a question.

"You told Grandpa just now that Jing Shiqing is not his daughter. What do you mean? Yuxi, did you find out something?"

Yang Yuxi didn't want to tell him, "How could I find anything, I just wanted to stimulate him."

However, Jing Mochen didn't believe her words. He knew that she had frequently entered and exited the detective agency during this period, so she must have obtained conclusive evidence to say so.

"So, Jing Shiqing is really not grandpa's daughter. Is this the result of your investigation from the detective agency?"

Yang Yuxi froze, and stared sharply at Jing Mochen, "If you dare to meddle in my affairs, I will definitely kill you."

This man is really pervasive, following her all the time.

Jing Mochen was frustrated for a while, and explained helplessly.

"If I would stop you, I would have investigated you clearly. How could I just send someone to follow you to protect you?"

"Yuxi, you can tell me what you want to do, and I can help you and make you do better."

"I really don't want you to have a hard time."

Yang Yuxi still put up all his defenses and coldly rejected his kindness.

"Thank you, as long as you don't come to spoil my affairs. Don't worry about it, I can solve my affairs myself."

She must make Jing Shiqing and Jing Zhenglin suffer a heavy blow and avenge her mother!

"Tomorrow, you will come with me to pay homage to my grandma and mother."

Jing Mochen changed the subject and looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.

Yang Yuxi opened her mouth to refuse, but Jing Mochen showed a trace of fragility.

"You are my wife, go with me, let them know that I am married, so that they can rest in peace under the Nine Springs, just this time, okay?"

"No matter what happens in the future, we are husband and wife now, just stay with me once."

Such painful eyes made Yang Yuxi think of the shock that the whole world collapsed when her mother passed away, and her heart softened all of a sudden.

"Okay, I promise you, but just this once."

Jing Mochen showed a warm smile, "Thank you, wife."

Yang Yuxi turned her head away, and said forcefully, "You helped my mother deal with the funeral, I owe you once, this time I will accompany you to worship your mother and grandma, and it will be considered even."

Jing Mochen felt stuck in his heart for a moment, but on second thought, as long as the result was what he wanted to see, he would soon be relieved.

Before dawn the next day, Yang Yuxi was woken up by Jing Mochen.

The two took the earliest flight from City S, flew to City G, drove for another three hours, and finally came to a small town in the south with green mountains and green waters, like a paradise.

This is the town where Jing Mochen's mother lived when she was a child. Now, his mother and grandma are buried in the quiet mountains deep in the mountains.

Jing Mochen's heart was a little heavy, and Yang Yuxi didn't argue with him on such a day, and followed him silently.

He told her to burn incense and she would burn incense, and if he asked her to burn paper money, she would burn paper money.

Until he left this small town and returned to S city, Jing Mochen was still in a low mood, his tall and straight figure was surrounded by loneliness and sadness.

Yang Yuxi felt a little uncomfortable watching it. Thinking that he hadn't eaten much all day, she walked into the kitchen and quickly got busy.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of fried rice with eggs and ham was served on the dining table with a golden color and aroma.

She pushed away the study, and a pungent smell of tobacco reached her nose, and she couldn't help coughing violently.

Amidst the smog, Jing Mochen's eyes were filled with indescribable sadness, which made her heart throb with pain.

"Jing Mochen, come and have some fried rice."

She whispered to the man in grief.

Jing Mochen seemed to have just woken up, put the cigarette in his hand out in the ashtray, and returned to his usual serious expression.

"I made egg fried rice, would you like some?"

When the man's focused eyes fell on her, Yang Yuxi's face was slightly hot, and he lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

Jing Mochen didn't answer, but held her hand directly, and led her to the dining table with his fingers tightly interlocked.

The aroma was tangy, and the steaming fried rice with eggs was made by his wife herself, and Jing Mochen finished it with dignity.

"Thank you, wife."

Jing Mochen looked at her with a little more tenderness in his eyes. Yang Yuxi was fascinated by her handsome features and softened temperament, and her heart missed a beat.