"Hey!"
Meng Yuan: "Heh heh... Nuan Nuan, you didn't go somewhere to hide and cry, did you? We're all home, why aren't you home yet?"
Jiang Nuan smiled, thinking to herself: You've guessed it perfectly.
"Hurry back, I need to prepare dinner, and there are tasks after eating."
Jiang Nuan smirked wickedly, looking at the bustling pedestrians outside the car and said, "Yuan Yuan, do you think you committed many evil deeds in your past life to be this busy in this life?"
"Heh heh..." Meng Yuan found it amusing too. "I think you're the same, committing evil deeds in your past life to end up on the streets in this one."
Jiang Nuan: "Meng Yuan, that's a bit much."
"So, Jiang Nuannuan, do you think women can get married by staying at home?"
Jiang Nuan: "..." Here we go again.
"I'll be back soon." She hung up the phone.
Jiang Nuan took a deep breath before starting her car and leaving.
Returning to her villa at the Riverside Residence.
After parking, she picked up her tablet and glanced at the video. Shen Yao had been taken away, and reporters were broadcasting it madly.
Shen Yao was an artist signed to the Jiang family's entertainment company. With Shen Yao exposed for such a scandal, the Jiang family would suffer heavy losses.
Killing two birds with one stone, she was very satisfied with the day's outcome.
Getting out of the car, the corners of her lips curved up, a casual smile on her face, her steps unhurried.
"Mom," the exquisitely carved little bun, Jiang Yu Kuo, ran over and hugged his mother.
He asked with a smile that crinkled his eyes, "Mom, why are you back so late?"
Jiang Yu Kuo was cunning and deep-thinking, and his actions were always steady.
Meng Yuan had given him a very apt nickname: Little Schemer.
Jiang Nuan lowered her head and rubbed his head. "Mom was getting familiar with the road conditions, so I took a detour."
The other two little buns, identical to Jiang Yu Kuo, also came running out. One of them was even more beautiful and rosy.
Jiang Shao Qing was the second child, with a cheerful personality and a mouth like a conduit to heaven; whatever he said, it came true. He was Meng Yuan's favorite little lucky charm.
The third was the little princess, Jiang Si Yun. The little princess was cunning, with a fox-like personality, and a sharp tongue that could make people cry or faint.
Meng Yuan liked to call her Little Fox.
Jiang Shao Qing: "Mom, are you hungry?"
Jiang Nuan bent down and embraced her children as they walked inside, saying, "A little hungry."
The house was very warm, decorated in a simple, luxurious white style. The entrance cabinet was as wide as the wall, making it easy to store the items of the family of four. It was simple, elegant, bright, and comfortable.
This was bought for her by Meng Yuan before she returned to the country.
She had three children, so the house had to be spacious. No matter how difficult her own life was, she couldn't let her children suffer.
Meng Yuan was coming out of the kitchen with dishes.
She glanced at Jiang Nuan, and seeing her as nonchalant as usual, she felt a lot more at ease.
"Let's eat," she called out, then turned back to the kitchen to get more dishes.
Jiang Nuan smiled and went into the kitchen to help. "Yuan Yuan, you've worked hard today."
Meng Yuan looked at her, at her genuine smile, and finally felt relieved.
"What's there to thank? If you really want to thank me, then live your life well. Don't live with hatred all day. Karma will repay, and heaven will have its way. The reason you're tired is because you hold too much hatred in your heart." After speaking, Meng Yuan didn't wait for Jiang Nuan's reply and carried two more dishes out.
Jiang Nuan gave a bitter smile. She knew this principle, but still couldn't quell the hatred in her heart.
Her grandmother was dead, and all her love was buried with her.
She wished she could shed her burden and move forward lightly!
Alas...!
The top-floor office of Mu Corporation.
The exquisite decoration, with perfectly matched grey and white, and every detail exuding elegance, high-end image, and grandeur.
Mu Jiu Chen sat at his desk, his handsome face like that of a bewitching immortal. His eyes were clear and indifferent, his finely drawn brows slightly furrowed, and his deep gaze held an unfathomable aura.
He finished signing the last stroke and closed the contract with his slender, jade-like fingers.
Xiao Fan walked in dejectedly, looking as if he were walking into an execution ground.
Mu Jiu slowly put down the pen in his hand and said casually, "Lost the person?"