"Hehe..." He Mingrun chuckled and said, "Silly, how can you be so self-deprecating? In my heart, nothing compares to you. You are the most precious to me. I could use twenty years to prop up the entire He Group, but I can also get more of what I want in the decades to come."
He Mingrun was very anxious, not for himself, but for Meng Yuan. He feared that Meng Yuan would choose to leave him for his future.
He Mingrun had never been so flustered before, yet at this moment, he truly wanted to grasp that feeling, to pull it into his heart to reassure himself.
"Yuan Yuan, no matter what happens, don't even think about leaving me. If you leave, my life will have no meaning." He looked at her with incredibly passionate eyes, filled with pain and unease.
He Mingrun embraced her gently, inhaling the faint fragrance from her. He greedily absorbed her refreshing scent, subtle yet pleasant, bringing him peace.
He Mingrun held her tightly, pressing her head into his chest with one hand. His embrace felt like being encased in iron hoops to Meng Yuan.
At the same time, she could also feel his deep anxiety.
She gently embraced him with both hands and smiled, "He Mingrun, don't worry, no matter what happens, I won't leave you. Take me back."
"Okay!" Reassured by her promise, he finally felt at ease. His voice was incredibly gentle and alluring, making one want to sink into it.
His anxious heart gradually calmed down because of her assurance.
When He Mingrun saw Jiang Nuan at home after taking Meng Yuan back, he finally left with peace of mind.
He made a phone call.
"It's me. From now on, you go to Modu and protect Yuan Yuan's parents. No matter what methods my mother uses, you must stop her from harming Meng Yuan's parents."
The people Meng Yuan cared about most in this world were her parents. As long as their safety was guaranteed, Meng Yuan would not consider leaving him.
Therefore, next, he had to act faster than his mother if he wanted to marry Yuan Yuan.
"President, I've found out that someone else is also investigating Miss Meng Yuan."
"Who!" The single word carried a chilling killing intent.
Through the screen, the other party felt a chill down their spine.
"President, it's Miss Yang Minjing. She has already gone to Modu to investigate."
He Mingrun's face turned sullen, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. His tone became fierce, "Stop her. Also, investigate the Yang family – everyone, all their information, give it to me by tomorrow. Try to find any black history."
"Yes, President."
After hanging up the phone, He Mingrun drove to Mu Jiuchen's house.
Upon entering and seeing the spacious, beautiful, luxurious, and imposing living room, his heart remained uneasy. Only by her side could the emptiness and panic in his heart be soothed.
Mu Jiuchen and Li QingShuo were both present. When He Mingrun walked in, they noticed something was off about his demeanor.
Li QingShuo smiled, "Young Master He, what's with this lost and distracted look?"
He Mingrun slowly looked at him, then at Mu Jiuchen, and ambled over, sitting next to Mu Jiuchen. He said heavily, "My confession was successful."
"Wow! Young Master He, you're amazing! Congratulations, congratulations!" Li QingShuo raised his thumb with a smile, but his expression showed no joy of love.
He couldn't help but ask, "Young Master He, but your expression isn't that of someone whose confession was successful! You look more pitiful than someone who's been dumped!" Especially those beautiful eyes, devoid of any light, as dim as the night.
He didn't dare to say the last sentence out loud.
Mu Jiuchen's thick, dark eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the deep contours of his face tightened a little. A faint smile appeared on his flawless features, "Can't you tell? The confession was successful, but his mother found out."
"Ah..." Li QingShuo was stunned. As expected of brothers who grew up together, he could figure this out.
"Young Master He, how could you be so careless? Your mother is greedy for money. Now, Meng Yuan will be devoured by her, leaving not even bones."
Li QingShuo thought about it. He Mingrun's life was simply too dreadful.
Controlled since childhood, and still unable to escape his parents' control as an adult. Such a life was truly meaningless.
Living for others his entire life.
He Mingrun glanced at him dismissively and said, "Therefore, I want to leave the He family. I'll resign tomorrow, but I feel I've let down Grandma."
The person he felt most indebted to was Grandma. Grandma had always cared for him deeply.
Mu Jiuchen looked at him and said, "Grandma knows the reason for your departure and will understand you. If you don't make a decisive move, how will your mother ever yield to you? You've been under her control since you were a child. You should know that one day you will leave for something you love."
"Your mother's possessiveness is too strong, but for some reason, your father likes women like your mother."
Mu Jiuchen thought to himself, he was by no means gossiping, but this was what he had observed over the years.
He Mingrun was even more pitiful than him. He had always told him to love himself more and care less about other things.
"Damn it, Young Master He, aren't you your mother's biological son? Would a biological mother treat you like this?" Li QingShuo didn't understand such a mother.
Mu Jiuchen looked at him silently, then at He Mingrun, and after a moment's thought, said, "You're right, he's not biological."
He Mingrun suddenly looked at Mu Jiuchen and said angrily, "Mu Jiuchen, what do you mean?"
A faint smile flickered in Mu Jiuchen's contemptuous gaze.
"You're so old, and your father still hasn't chosen to tell you the truth? If you propose to split the family when you go back, Grandma will definitely tell you the truth." DAFENG NOVEL NETWORK
He Mingrun: "..."
"I don't quite understand what you mean, but I look a lot like my mother. Mu Jiuchen, what exactly are you talking about? Clarify what you're saying."
It was infuriating. He didn't want his life to be in such a mess anymore.
Li QingShuo also looked at Mu Jiuchen with expectant surprise, "Speak up. You're making us anxious. If you're going to say it, tell the whole story, don't leave us hanging."
Mu Jiuchen got up and looked at the two of them, "If you want me to tell you the truth, you two have to come with me to a place now. After we return, I will tell you the truth."
He Mingrun: "..." Did he look like he had time to wait?
"Mu Jiuchen." He looked at Mu Jiuchen, his eyes full of pain.
Mu Jiuchen walked to the bottom of the stairs and took out three shovels.
Li QingShuo asked curiously, "What are you doing with shovels?"
Mu Jiuchen's expression suddenly turned cold, and his tone was unhurried, "Graveyard, digging up graves."
"..."
Li QingShuo: "...Did I hear that wrong? Mu Jiuchen, you're sick. What nonsense are you talking about in the middle of the night?"