He Mingrun looked at his mother, seeing a stranger before him.
Once her interests were threatened, her formerly loving face contorted into a vicious mask.
His gaze swept over the bodyguards. "Anyone who dares to come closer, don't blame me for being unfair to your families!"
"Don't forget, all your files are with me."
Upon hearing this, the six bodyguards immediately stopped. This was an unacceptable threat.
They were merely following orders, doing their jobs for a salary. How could he now threaten their families?
"He Mingrun, you certainly have your methods."
Wu Yuan stepped forward. She knew He Mingrun was cunning. If she couldn't find an opening with him, she would find one with Meng Yuan.
She looked at Meng Yuan, her tone sharp and mocking, "Meng Yuan, what do you even think you are? With your background, you dare to seduce my son..."
"Shut your mouth!" He Mingrun interrupted her, his rage boiling over.
Wu Yuan was startled, her words cut short. She stared at He Mingrun, seeing a side of him she had never witnessed before.
"You married into a wealthy family and now think you're superior? Without the He family's influence, you're still nothing. How dare you, someone like you, speak about my future wife's status?"
"Meng Yuan, this woman, in a short while, will be the wife who bears my name and takes my surname. She will become Mrs. He, He Mingrun's wife, a status far above yours. What gives you the right to look down on people?"
He Mingrun would never allow the woman he loved to be harmed.
"Mingrun, you're speaking to your aunt like this for the sake of this woman?" Yang Minjing hadn't expected He Mingrun to be so outrageous.
"Get out! What business do you have with our family?" When He Mingrun got angry, he was utterly ruthless.
Yang Minjing: "..." This was the epitome of searching for someone endlessly, only to find they were utterly dismissive when you finally looked back.
"Hmph!" She bit her lip in anger, glaring fiercely at Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan was not a pushover. Apart from being vulnerable in matters of the heart, she had never backed down from anyone else.
"Why are you glaring at me? Your eyes are so small, you might as well bring a magnifying glass out with you." Meng Yuan retorted without holding back.
"You..." She had never been treated this way in her entire life.
And to make matters worse, He Mingrun chimed in, "Darling, from now on, if this woman dares to bully you, just talk back to her like this. If you can't win, call me, and I'll make sure she never dares to again."
Yang Minjing: "..." She instantly burst into tears.
"He Mingrun, how could you treat me like this?" she choked out.
He Mingrun: "...I already told you I don't like you. You're the one who insisted on pursuing me. Is that my fault?"
Yang Minjing stared at He Mingrun with her large, watery eyes, looking pitiably wronged.
But He Mingrun found it all incredibly dramatic.
"Yuan Yuan, let's go." He Mingrun held Meng Yuan and walked forward.
Wu Yuan was about to speak, but He Mingrun spoke first, "If you try to stop me again, I will leave the He family forever. You know my personality; I always keep my word."
"You treat me like a money-making machine, but you need to protect this machine well so I can work better and you can have money to spend all over the world."
Wu Yuan looked at He Mingrun in surprise. He...
But while she was lost in thought, He Mingrun had already left with Meng Yuan.
Watching He Mingrun's tall and distinguished back, she recalled a passage she had read.
Some people seem to be born to stand at great heights, inspiring admiration and envy.
At this moment, she felt that very quality in He Mingrun.
"Auntie, what do we do now?" She felt that He Mingrun was unyielding and decisive. She liked such men.
Wu Yuan, feeling a bit weary, said, "Jingjing, let's go back for now. I'll figure out the rest later. Don't worry, I'll call you tonight."
"Okay, Auntie." Yang Minjing was very angry today and had no patience to comfort Wu Yuan.
As for that little vixen Meng Yuan, she would find an opportunity to deal with her.
In the car, He Mingrun fastened Meng Yuan's seatbelt. Seeing that the young girl looked well, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
Meng Yuan: "..." She looked at him with shy embarrassment.
"He Mingrun, why do you always kiss me secretly?"
He Mingrun fastened his own seatbelt and smiled, "Yuan Yuan, I didn't kiss you secretly at all. I kissed you openly." People have an inexplicable trait in their bones called being perversely stubborn.
While he was serious and proper in front of others, he wanted to be a carefree child in front of the one he loved.
Meng Yuan was also very understanding. He knew this was the love he desired.
"You! Meng Yuan smiled and looked up, kissing his handsome face.
He Mingrun froze, as if fireworks were exploding in his heart. Yuan Yuan... had kissed him proactively.
"Yuan Yuan, I envy you!"
Meng Yuan blinked. She didn't have much money; her purse was even emptier than her face.
"What do you envy me for?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile.
He Mingrun chuckled playfully and whispered, "I envy you, Yuan Yuan, for having me, who loves you so much."
Meng Yuan: "..."
"Oh, oh, oh! He Mingrun, you've become naughty." Meng Yuan playfully hit He Mingrun's arm, her mood greatly improved.
He Mingrun smiled and explained, "I learned from Little Jiu. That's how he flirts with Jiang Nuan. But Jiang Nuan doesn't seem to fall for his ways."
"Is that so? Mu Jiu Chen flirts with women like that? I really can't tell. But Nuan Nuan is low EQ. She's never been in a relationship before, so her reaction to love should be a bit slow. You, Little Jiu, still need to work harder to win Nuan Nuan over."
He Mingrun also felt that was the case.
"It's not easy to win over my Yuan Yuan either. I put in a lot of effort just to meet you." He Mingrun said, then started the car to leave.
Meng Yuan felt a warmth in her heart.
How fortunate she was, that an unknown woman like her was instantly fallen in love with by the distinguished young master of the He family.
Mu Jiu Chen landed in Qiguo and arrived at the hotel at two in the morning.
After more than ten hours of flying, his face was etched with fatigue.
He opened his phone and, seeing the blank screen, began to doubt himself.
Jiang Nuan hadn't sent him any messages.
Xiao Fan walked in, also looking exhausted. Seeing Mu Jiu Chen staring blankly at his phone, he knew what his master was thinking.
"Master, you should get some sleep. We have a meeting early tomorrow." Xiao Fan said, preparing to leave.
"Wait!"
Xiao Fan turned around and looked at his master's dejected expression. He inwardly pleaded, *Master, please spare me. I don't want to discuss your meaningless love saga this late.*
Mu Jiu Chen sat on the sofa, rubbing his tired brow, and asked, "Tell me, why hasn't Jiang Nuan sent me a message?"