Leng Shao's third marriage ex-wife

Don't have time for Yanrong?Hehe, this is clearly showing off that she and Ji Mujue have a good relationship, so close that they have no time to care about others.

Well, Shang Zhuyi, I really can't underestimate you.

Lin Rushi snorted coldly, his eyes were like knives, but he still turned around and left.

In this room, Shang Zhuyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, just about to take a rest, but ran into Ji Yunian head-on.

He seemed to have seen the confrontation just now.

Shang Zhuyi felt a little pity in his heart, but there was still a smile on his plain face: "Dad, do you need my help?"

Ji Yuqing glanced at her: "No need, Zhuyi, come with me."

"Yes." Shang Zhuyi agreed, and followed Ji Yunian to the study.

"Zhuyi, did you feel wronged at Ji's house?"

Ji Yunian asked straight to the point.

Shang Zhuyi was stunned for a moment, then said: "No."

Ji Yunian's back was facing her at the moment, which made her unable to see the expression on his face, but she had a feeling that Ji Yunian could see every little move she made now.

He didn't make a sound, but slowly removed the tea cover, and the tea fragrance was accompanied by a faint mist, passing over the gold-rimmed eyes he wore, but leaving no trace.

This father-in-law looks much more difficult to deal with than Yan Rong.

Blowing lightly, taking a sip, Ji Yunian turned around, calmly said, "I know you have suffered a lot, but if you want to gain a foothold in Ji's family, you must learn tolerance and patience. This is not a requirement, but a must." .”

He was full of air and stern in his words, but Shang Zhuyi could hear the slightest hint of concern from it.

If you don't care about her, why mention her?
Thinking of this, Shang Zhuyi smiled slightly, and said sincerely, "Dad, thank you."

"Since I'm married to Ji Mujue, I will work hard to be a competent wife." There was a little bit of firmness in her cloud eyes, and she looked even more radiant under the sunlight.

Children can be taught.

Ji Yunian nodded lightly, but there was not much emotion on his half-wrinkled face, he just put down his teacup and said, "It's good that you can understand, I hope you can do it."

Is this... Doubting her?
Shang Zhuyi was absent-minded for a moment, just about to say something, but was interrupted by a rapid ringtone of the mobile phone, and hurriedly took it out, a familiar name jumped on the screen.

Her heart sank suddenly.

How could he suddenly call himself?
Shang Zhuyi took a quick look at Ji Yunian standing in front of him, but unexpectedly he just nodded briefly and said: "Since you have something to do, let's do it first."

Nodding hastily, Shang Zhuyi was also very grateful, and with an apologetic smile, he backed out.

Back to her room quickly, she breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed, and pressed the answer button with trembling fingers:
"Zhuyi, why did you answer the phone, are you busy?" The voice over there said with a smile, with a vague sense of blame.

Shang Zhuyi took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "Dad, what's the matter?"

His tone was extremely stiff.

If it wasn't for this blood relationship, she wouldn't even want to say "Dad".

Shang Yu obviously paused, but continued to speak: "I haven't called home for so long."

So long...how long?

When Ji Mujue was in the hospital, he didn't see a phone call from them, probably because he was afraid of being implicated, so he didn't even dare to make a phone call, right?
Shang Zhuyi raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, but did not answer.

After an embarrassing silence, Shang Yu continued: "I saw the news that my uncle fell ill. It is said that it was just a small accident... Do you have time to go home to have a meal together in the evening?"

Hongmen Banquet.

Thinking of that home, Shang Zhuyi felt a haze in his heart, and said without thinking: "I don't have time, he...he is also very busy."

"Why don't you have time? There's always time for a meal, right?" Shang Yu's tone began to become harsh, and another sharp female voice also interjected at this time: "No time? Are you guilty of not wanting to see me?"

Even if Shang Lanyi's voice died, Shang Zhuyi would still remember it.

What's more, now she is married to Shang Lanyi's ex-husband.Shang Lanyi has always been the most important little princess of the merchant, she is responsive to every request, and now her husband is taken away by her sister who she despises, even if it is her ex-husband that she voluntarily does not want, it is enough for her to choke on her throat.

"Zhuyi, don't think too much, your sister is unintentional... How about tonight? I'll let your aunt Yuemin prepare—"

Shang Zhuyi closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and said in a tired tone, "Okay, I'll ask him." Then he hung up the phone.

When you get married, you have to return home logically. This is an indispensable rule, otherwise you will be laughed at by your face.

That's okay, anyway, sooner or later you have to go back and face it, it's better to hit the sun than choose the day.

Shang Zhuyi quickly found Ji Mujue's phone number, but when he was about to dial it, he hesitated.

Calling at this time, will it affect his work, and go back there in his current capacity... He is also very embarrassed...

Shang Zhuyi, who was in a state of confusion, was indecisive all the time, but the more flustered she was, the more likely she was to make mistakes. When she was thinking wildly, her subordinates accidentally dialed the phone.

How to do?
She hung up the phone in a panic, her heart was beating non-stop. How could she be so careless?

She scolded herself secretly in her heart, but the phone suddenly lit up again, she was startled, and when she took a closer look, it turned out to be Ji Mujue.

Shang Zhuyi suddenly became at a loss, but seeing the phone screen flickering constantly, she had to answer with all her energy: "Hello?"

"What's the matter?" Ji Mujue cut to the chase.

Shang Zhuyi closed his eyes with a headache, and hurriedly said: "Uh... there is something wrong."

"Speak." His voice was low without any fluctuations.

"It's like this... um..." Shang Zhuyi didn't know how to speak for a while, and carefully considered the words: "My father... would like to invite you to my house for dinner tonight, is that okay?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head.

She pressed her forehead against the wall, trying to use the cold temperature of the wall to relieve her anxiety.

There was a moment of silence.

Shang Zhuyi clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and said in a weak voice, "Well... If it doesn't work... I won't go back..."

"Yes." The answer was concise and clear.

Before she could finish her words, she swallowed the words behind her and froze.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Mujue said in the usual tone.

"No, no more." Shang Zhuyi was still in a trance, and hurriedly replied, there was a faint "hmm" over there, and then hung up the phone.

It wasn't until there were bursts of busy tone from the receiver that Shang Zhuyi realized that Ji Mujue had already agreed?
She looked at her phone again in disbelief.