After leaving the Lu residence, Jiang Ruanqing ran absent - mindedly to the exit and frantically waved her hand to stop passing drivers.
"Drive!" After getting in the car, she didn't tell the driver the destination but urged him to leave quickly.
Under her shouts, the driver forgot to ask and stepped on the accelerator, speeding away.
They drove around the whole Licheng. It wasn't until the next passenger hailed the taxi on the roadside that the driver came to his senses.
"Ma'am, where are we going?" the driver asked, turning his head.
These words brought Jiang Ruanqing back to reality. She was stunned for a few seconds and then turned to look out of the window. The tall, green - glazed buildings in Denghuang were still there, but they were not where she wanted to go.
Jiang Ruanqing lost her temper and shouted at the driver, "If you don't know the place, why are you driving? You're wasting my time."
The driver was helpless. He held back his dissatisfaction and waited for her to tell him the correct address.
The taxi turned around at the intersection ahead and headed towards the Wen residence.
At the Lu mansion.
Wen Sining packed up the first - aid kit on the coffee table. Out of the corner of her eye, she was attracted by a small square bag in the corner of the sofa. She walked closer and saw that the material of the bag was in the same color scheme as the clothes Jiang Ruanqing had just been wearing.
As she was checking it, a pleasant piano melody came from inside the bag. The sound was all too familiar; she heard it every day at the Wen residence.
She opened the bag, and sure enough, the item making the sound was Jiang Ruanqing's phone.
The caller ID showed [Wen Minhao].
Sure enough, it was mother - son telepathy!
Wen Sining hung up the call, and the screen returned from the call page to the normal one.
An unread text message on it caught her attention.
[No matter what, the cooperation between the Lu and Wen families must be completed. Regarding Wen Sining, we need to make her feel a sense of belonging to the Wen family.]
After a quick glance, Wen Sining sneered at the words on the screen.
A sense of belonging?
These three words would never apply to her.
Her gaze fixed on the name of the message sender, and her eyes turned even colder and more gloomy.
The phone rang again. Wen Sining hung it up once more.
On the other end of the phone, Wen Minhao looked at the call that had been rejected twice in a row, completely bewildered.
Is she busy?
In front of him was the Wen residence. After being punished by Wen Shiqian's family rules, Wen Minhao hadn't been back for several days. He was so eager to call Jiang Ruanqing now because he was out of money.
A servant came out of the living room. Wen Minhao squinted his eyes, wishing he had x - ray vision to see inside the house.
The servant put down the box in her hand and then went back inside. After a while, she came out with some more things. Back and forth, Wen Minhao was on edge, and his eyes became sore.
He put his hand on the car door handle and was about to get out when a familiar car drove in his direction.
Without hesitation, Wen Minhao let go of the handle and curled up in the driver's seat.
The car in front passed by him and stopped at the entrance of the Wen residence. The driver got out and opened the back - seat door. Wen Shiqian, in a suit, stepped out.
Wen Minhao pressed his nose against the steering wheel and peeked at the front with his left eye.
Thank goodness I didn't get out! he thought. Just then, he heard the sound of another car approaching from the left side of his body.
He slowly turned his head and saw a blue taxi. Thinking that Wen Shiqian had just gone in and wouldn't come out anytime soon, he calmly changed his position.
The taxi drove past the front of his car. With just one glance, Wen Minhao noticed Jiang Ruanqing in the back seat.
"Mom?"
Seeing the car driving farther away, Wen Minhao got anxious. Ignoring Wen Shiqian, he opened the car door and chased after the taxi.
"Driver, stop the car!" Jiang Ruanqing called out.
Perhaps it was mother - son telepathy. As soon as Wen Minhao got closer, Jiang Ruanqing sensed it.
She turned back and saw Wen Minhao, out of breath, lying on the car door. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt.
"Where have you been? I called you but you didn't answer," Wen Minhao demanded aggressively.
The phone?
Jiang Ruanqing subconsciously reached down. The bag that should have been on her waist was gone.
"Damn it!" Jiang Ruanqing slapped her head in a panic. "I left my phone at the Lu's."
"Did you go to see Wen Sining today?" Wen Minhao asked.
Jiang Ruanqing nodded. Some images flashed through her mind. Afraid that Wen Minhao would run away, she reached out and grabbed his clothes. "Forget about the phone for now. Tell me where you've been these days. Did you cause trouble again?"
Wen Minhao's eyes darted from side to side. He stammered and pushed Jiang Ruanqing's arm away. "I'm your own son. Why don't you care about whether I've been okay or had enough money these days? Why do you only think I've caused trouble?"
Seeing that he was still wearing the same clothes as when he left, Jiang Ruanqing's heart softened. She lovingly stroked his face. "I really can't do anything about you. Can't you talk to your dad nicely? He's stubborn and so are you. You two act more like enemies than father and son."
"He's always looking down on me," Wen Minhao said, rolling his eyes defiantly.
When it came to Wen Shiqian, Wen Minhao remembered the car parked in front.
"Mom, give me some money quickly. I have no money to spend outside," Wen Minhao wrapped his arm around Jiang Ruanqing's waist and slumped on her shoulder like a boneless jellyfish, bending his knees.
The Wen family was right in front. Jiang Ruanqing glanced in the direction of the villa and angrily slapped Wen Minhao on the back. "You little rascal. You're back but don't even want to enter the house?"
Of course he didn't want to. Wen Shiqian was still at home. If he went in, he'd either be scolded or beaten. Moreover, he still had something important to take care of.
Wen Minhao held out his open hands in front of Jiang Ruanqing and kept urging, "Mom, my dear mom, be generous and give your precious son some money for food quickly."
Jiang Ruanqing had no wallet and no phone. She pushed Wen Minhao away and looked at him disapprovingly. "I don't have any money now."
Hearing that he couldn't get the money, Wen Minhao was immediately unhappy. He stopped clinging to Jiang Ruanqing. "Then just wait to collect my body!"
He was her only child. She was afraid he'd melt if she held him in her mouth and afraid he'd fall if she held him in her hands. Hearing the words "collect my body", Jiang Ruanqing's heart ached.
She violently slapped his shoulder to retaliate for his words. "You wait for me. I'll go in and get the money for you now."
"Okay!"
Wen Minhao watched Jiang Ruanqing leave. Not daring to stand out in the open, he turned around and walked back to his car.
Jiang Ruanqing entered the living room. Wen Shiqian was coming downstairs with some paper documents in his hand.
"When did you come back?" Jiang Ruanqing asked in surprise.
Wen Shiqian gave her a quick glance and walked past her.
She wanted to chase after him to ask but remembered that Wen Minhao was still waiting outside for the money. Reluctantly, she retracted her out - stepped leg. She watched Wen Shiqian leave and then rushed up the stairs in a hurry, holding onto the railing.
Wen Shiqian left the Wen residence, got in the car, and quickly disappeared from the entrance.
By the time Jiang Ruanqing came out, Wen Minhao was already lying lazily in the car.