Liu Wenli immediately came out of the house, still wearing waterproof gloves. When she saw Wen Xiamoon, a warm smile spread across her face.
“Xiaoyue! Oh my, my Xiaoyue.”
She walked up, about to hug her daughter, but hesitated—afraid her dirty hands would stain her daughter’s pretty dress.
Her arms froze mid-air.
Looking at her, Wen Xiamoon felt something tug at her heart. She stepped forward and hugged her first.
“Mom!”
She wanted to cry—and she really did cry.
Liu Wenli panicked.
“Good girl, why are you crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry. Mom and Dad are here! Those bad people are gone already, don’t be scared!”
“Mom… I’m sorry. I caused you and Dad trouble.”
Wen Changhe said, “Silly girl, what are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong.”
Liu Wenli also said, “That’s right, sweetheart. Don’t cry anymore.”
Standing nearby, Qi Lanzhou reached out and pulled Wen Xiamoon out of Liu Wenli’s arms.
Wen Xiamoon was crying with tears all over her face, and Qi Lanzhou looked a little disgusted.
“What are you doing? You cold-hearted man.”
“Cold-hearted?”
“Yes!” Wen Xiamoon sniffled. “Didn’t you see I was hugging my mom? Why did you pull me away?”
Qi Lanzhou fell silent for a second.
Then he raised his hand and wiped the tears off her face with his fingertip. His movements were surprisingly gentle, but his words were irritating.
“You’re crying so ugly. I was afraid you’d scare Mom and Dad.”
Wen Xiamoon: “……”
Qi Lanzhou didn’t bother with her anymore and turned to formally introduce himself to Liu Wenli and Wen Changhe.
……
The more Wen Changhe and his wife looked at Qi Lanzhou, the more they liked him.
Wen Changhe immediately asked Liu Wenli to prepare dinner, wanting to drink a few glasses with his son-in-law.
Although the bottle of Moutai had been smashed, he still had other wine stored—enough to drink with his “son-in-law” for several rounds.
However, Qi Lanzhou declined, saying he needed to drive.
Wen Changhe had no choice but to let it go.
During dinner, Wen Xiamoon tried several times to ask about the incident where their home had been vandalized, but Wen Changhe kept brushing it off and changing the subject.
She wanted answers, but couldn’t get any, and it frustrated her.
Qi Lanzhou noticed her agitation and gently squeezed her hand under the table.
Wen Xiamoon turned to look at him.
He shook his head slightly, signaling her to be patient.
She took a deep breath and suppressed her irritation.
After dinner, Liu Wenli went to clean up, and Wen Changhe sat on the sofa, still drinking the rest of his alcohol.
Qi Lanzhou walked out to the balcony and answered a phone call.
“President Qi, we’ve found out. The people who caused trouble at your wife’s adoptive parents’ home were Song Xiaodong. Song Xiaodong is in love with Wen Rou. When Wen Rou fell down the stairs and got injured, he believed it was caused by your wife. To vent for Wen Rou, he brought people to the adoptive parents’ house to make trouble.”
Qi Lanzhou frowned. “Oh? The spoiled rich kid from the Song family?”
“Yes.”
Chen Yang paused on the other end, carefully choosing his words. “President Qi, Song Xiaodong is just a playboy. Normally he only chases girls. Even though he likes Miss Wen Rou, what gave him the courage to openly cause trouble like that?”
What could it be?
Most likely, someone deliberately guided him.
As for who it was, Qi Lanzhou already had an answer.
“Put some pressure on the Song family’s business cooperation. Don’t let them be too comfortable.”
Chen Yang immediately acknowledged the order.
After hanging up, Qi Lanzhou turned to go back inside.
Then he saw Wen Xiamoon standing right behind him.
She had heard everything.
Confused, she asked, “Song Xiaodong? Which Song Xiaodong?”
She tried searching the original owner’s memory, but only saw vague images centered around Su Yan. Everyone else was blurry.
Wen Xiamoon couldn’t help but curse inwardly: damn love-brain.
At such an important moment, she couldn’t even remember a person properly.
“That’s Song Xiaodong, the third son of the Song Group,” Qi Lanzhou said. “The one who spilled red wine on your dress at Su Yan’s birthday party last year and made you embarrass yourself in public.”
As he spoke, he frowned slightly.
“Wen Xiamoon, don’t you remember?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Was he suspecting her identity?
Thinking quickly, she said, “Wasn’t I pregnant? After pregnancy, people forget a lot of things.”
Even she didn’t believe that excuse.
Would he believe it?
Whether he believed it or not, she had already said it, so she forced herself to continue.
“Experts say pregnancy makes you forgetful for three years.”
“Which expert said that?” he asked.
“….”
How would she know? That’s just what people say online.
Qi Lanzhou looked at her deeply, then changed the subject.
“I’ll deal with Song Xiaodong. You don’t need to worry about it.”
After a pause, he added, “Also, it’s not safe for Mom and Dad to keep staying here. Tomorrow I’ll have someone help them move.”
Wen Xiamoon blinked. “Move? Where to?”
“I have a apartment in Yubo Garden nearby. The security there is better. Outsiders can’t easily get in. It’ll be safer for them.”
Wen Xiamoon had heard of Yubo Garden.
It was one of the most high-end residential areas in the capital.
Sending Wen Changhe and his wife there was clearly for their safety. After today’s incident, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen again.
Moving was indeed the best option.
Wen Xiamoon nodded.
……
Originally, Wen Xiamoon planned to stay overnight at her parents’ house, but Qi Lanzhou mentioned her pregnancy. Hearing that, Wen Changhe and his wife immediately became alert.
Liu Wenli even tapped Wen Changhe on the head.
“Your daughter is pregnant and you’re still drinking!”
Wen Changhe protested, “How was I supposed to know?”
He leaned back, looking aggrieved. “I was just happy… it’s Lanzhou’s first time visiting, I wanted to drink with him…”
Liu Wenli glared at him. “Did Xiaoqi drink? He didn’t! And you, as a grandfather, only think about drinking!”
“Mom, it’s fine, I just smelled a little, I’m not that delicate,” Wen Xiamoon tried to mediate.
“No way!” Liu Wenli said firmly. “You’re pregnant now, you must be careful. The house smells like alcohol—go home with Lanzhou and rest properly.”
Wen Xiamoon couldn’t win against them.
She was personally escorted into the car by her parents.
Before leaving, Liu Wenli stuffed a big, thick red envelope into Qi Lanzhou’s hands.
“Lanzhou, your family is wealthy, unlike ours. Take this. I hope you and Xiaoyue can live well together.”
Qi Lanzhou looked at the red envelope, slightly stunned.
He wasn’t short of money.
But Liu Wenli’s eyes were full of sincerity.
Her hand hovered in mid-air, uneasy, afraid he would reject it.
“I know this money isn’t much… but it’s our little bit of heart,” she said softly.
Qi Lanzhou reached out and took the red envelope seriously.
“Thank you, Mom,” he said earnestly. “I will take good care of Xiaoyue.”