The woman nestled in Mo Jialiang's arms, "Jialiang, it's so good to have you here."
Seeing this, Mo Jialiang reached out and pulled the woman into his embrace.
At this moment, at Longhua First Hospital.
It was already time to get off work, and Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao drove away from the hospital.
Yang Lan had a date that evening, so she didn't want to be a third wheel between Chen Mo and Tian Mengyao.
However, Tian Mengyao soon noticed that Chen Mo's driving direction was not towards their rental apartment, but towards a hotel.
This made Tian Mengyao's face blush, and she couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't we going home?"
Chen Mo then remembered that he hadn't told Tian Mengyao about what happened at home. He quickly explained, "We had a break-in at home, and everything was ransacked. I asked Yu Honglong to find someone to clean it up, but it's not finished yet. We have to stay at a hotel tonight."
"I thought you wanted to." Tian Mengyao's face turned even redder at this point, and she quickly stopped speaking.
"Want what?" Chen Mo asked curiously.
"Nothing," Tian Mengyao replied coldly, getting out of the car.
Chen Mo was bewildered. He hadn't provoked Tian Mengyao, so why was she angry?
The saying that a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea was truly accurate.
The two first went to Du Huili's room to see if she was comfortable staying at the hotel.
Du Huili always felt that it was too expensive and that they could stay in a regular inn.
"Sister Li, there's no need to be so formal with me. It's not expensive here. Please rest assured and stay. We'll go back once the house is cleaned up," Chen Mo replied with a smile.
"Chen Mo, Mengyao." Du Huili hesitated to speak several times.
"What's wrong, Sister Li? Just say it if you have something to say," Chen Mo asked.
Du Huili hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you look after Xiao Wen for me tonight? I want to go back to my maiden home. My mother is ill, but my family has never allowed me to go back. I want to go back and see my mother."
Chen Mo frowned slightly. "Why aren't they letting you go back? Seeing your own mother, isn't that your right?"
"It's all because of him. My family was against me being with him back then, but..." Du Huili's eyes turned red again as she spoke.
"I heard that my mother is almost gone, so I want to go back and see her one last time. Even if my family despises me, I accept it. But I don't want Xiao Wen to suffer with me," Du Huili said, stroking Xiao Wen's hair.
Tian Mengyao was a little surprised. "Sister Li, marriage is your own business. It has nothing to do with them. Why would they despise you? That's too much!"
Du Huili wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
She explained, "Back then, my family wanted me to marry a rich man. That rich man said that if I married him, he would help my brother and them make money. Later, I ran away, so..."
As she reached the end, Du Huili choked up and couldn't speak again.
"How detestable!" Tian Mengyao understood this feeling too well and looked indignant.
Du Huili wiped her tears again and forced a smile. "Chen Mo, Mengyao, please look after Xiao Wen for me for one night. I'll be back tomorrow morning."
"Mom, I want to see Grandma too," Xiao Wen said timidly at this moment.
Grandma was very good to her, so Xiao Wen missed her grandmother very much.
"Xiao Wen, be good. Mom will take you there another time," Du Huili comforted her, but she also knew that by then, it might be too late.
"Why later? Let's go today," Chen Mo suddenly said.
Du Huili looked at Chen Mo in surprise. "But..."
"There's no 'but.' With me here, I won't let anyone bully you," Chen Mo said calmly.
Du Huili naturally knew Chen Mo's capabilities.
Instantly, her eyes, filled with emotion, began to water again.
Du Huili's maiden home was in a town in the suburbs of Longhua, not very far from here.
About an hour later, Chen Mo drove to Du Huili's maiden home.
However, at the entrance of Du Huili's maiden home, a large crowd had gathered. It seemed like something had happened in the house.
Curses could be heard from inside from time to time.
"You scoundrel, do you really think my money is that easy to cheat? Today, if you don't spit out what you've eaten, I'll set your house on fire!"
Inside the courtyard, a stout, bald middle-aged man pointed fiercely at the people in front of him and scolded.
Seeing the fierce-looking thugs around, the leading man was almost in tears. He said tremblingly, "President Pan, we, we really didn't cheat you. That girl really ran away. She hasn't been home for so many years."
"Yes, yes, yes, we've already severed ties with her."
The woman standing behind the man also hurriedly agreed.
"Severed ties? Ran away? Then you took fifty thousand yuan of my betrothal gift. Are you planning to make me take this loss?" the middle-aged man questioned.
"No, no, no." The man waved his hands quickly.
"President Pan, we really wanted her to marry you, but, but she refused. We didn't take the betrothal gift; she took it all. It has nothing to do with us," the man argued.
"President Pan, this money was taken by Du Huili. It really has nothing to do with us."
Hearing their sophistry, the middle-aged man sneered, "Heh, you mean I should go find her?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded nervously.
"Hmph, but where should I find her? I gave the money to you back then, not to someone else. Du Yousheng, do you think I'm stupid? I told you, today, if you don't give me the money or hand over that woman, I'll make your Du family disappear from this town."
Hearing the bald middle-aged man's words, Du Yousheng's legs trembled slightly.
The people standing behind Du Yousheng looked even more terrified and huddled together.
"Cough, cough, cough."
"What's going on?"
At this moment, an old woman with a pale face, leaning on a cane, walked out shakily from the room.
"Mom, why, why did you come out?" the man asked hurriedly upon seeing her.
"Old lady, I'm here to collect money," Pan Cheng Biao said playfully.
"He owes you money?" the old woman asked with a confused look.
"That's right. Including principal and interest, it's a total of 1.7 million yuan," Pan Cheng Biao said with a cold smile.
"What?! Over a million yuan?!"
The old woman almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Du Yousheng, standing beside her, was also stunned. "President Pan, you only gave fifty thousand yuan as a betrothal gift back then. How did it become 1.7 million yuan?"
"It's been five years. Don't my money earn interest?" Pan Cheng Biao asked coldly.
"What betrothal gift?" the old woman asked Du Yousheng.
"Mom, it, it's nothing. President Pan took a fancy to my younger sister back then, so he gave a betrothal gift. But all this money is with my younger sister. I didn't take a cent!" Du Yousheng quickly argued.