Chapter 11

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lin Meijuan looked at Shen Mochen’s calm and careless appearance. She felt helpless towards him, then she sighed and said, “Your grandfather asked for you again.”

“It is an honor to be remembered by him.” Shen Mochen turned away gracefully. His slender hand picked up the wine glass from the bar, and he calmly took a sip.

Calm, elegant, and noble-born, but cold and dark.

Compared to his temperament, Lin Meijuan was a little restless.

She stood in front of Shen Mochen and said clearly, “You haven’t had a girlfriend for so many years. What is the problem exactly? Now the outside world is saying that you are gay, and your grandfather is very angry. After all, what he cares about most is carrying on the family line.”

“Carrying on the family line?” Shen Mochen’s deep and remote eyes flashed maliciously. He gently shook the wine glass, and said jokingly, “Why don’t you ask him to reproduce himself. It would be quicker and the process would be enjoyable.”

Lin Meijuan angrily took the wine glass out of Shen Mochen’s hand and said, “Chenchen, I negotiated with your grandfather this morning. After all, you are the only legitimate child of the Shen family. He would show favoritism to you, of course. If you have a son, he would transfer the ownership of Shen Group to you.”

Son?

Shui Miaomiao’s heart skipped a beat.

Yanyan looked like him.

If he was his son, and if he wanted to take him back, she would be separated from her son.

If her son was not his, if he was the son of his brother, Yanyan would be in danger.

She was very attached to her son, and she couldn’t live without him.

Shui Miaomiao quickly closed the door, went to the window, and looked out of the window.

They were on the second floor. It wasn’t high. With the air conditioner filter box in the middle, she wouldn’t die.

Shui Miaomiao opened the cupboard, took out a pair of trousers, and put on his belt. Then she took out a note from her bag, wrote a few words, put it on his nightstand, and climbed down from the window.

Outside the door.

Shen Mochen looked at Lin Meijuan lazily, however, the look in his eyes was calm and icy cold. He said faintly, “So sorry, I have no interest in the Shen Group. What if you take my father out of the coffin and make another son?”

Lin Meijuan was stunned and asked sadly, “You are still blaming me, aren’t you?”

Shen Mochen’s eyes flashed, and his sharp gaze fell on Lin Meijuan’s face. He said intensely, “Don’t put your wild expectations on me. Your ambition killed your husband.”

“Chenchen…” Lin Meijuan wanted to say something but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chang Kaiwen, Shen Mochen’s assistant, arrive with a gift bag from a woman’s clothing store.

Looking at Chang Kaiwen’s red lips and fair face, and his posture which was more enchanting than a woman, she assumed the worst. She felt a shiver in her heart, and her facial expression turned serious.

She put the wine glass in her hand down heavily on the bar and said angrily, “Shen Mochen, letting you inherit Shen Group is not only my ambition but also your father’s final wish. Don’t forget that Shen Group is a property that belongs to your Shen Family, and your surname is Shen.”

Lin Meijuan stared at Chang Kaiwen in disgust as she walked out of the door angrily.

Chang Kaiwen looked at Lin Meijuan leaving the house angrily and her eyes which stared at him were like a sharp dagger.

He stepped forward and asked cautiously, “Mr. Shen, does the Young Mistress think you and I are in that kind of relationship?”

Shen Mochen quietly glanced at Chang Kaiwen.

Chang Kaiwen shut his mouth right away.

Shen Mochen took the gift bag that Chang Kaiwen was carrying in his hands and commanded, “Clean the bathroom. Make it as look if you have not heard and seen any other matter.”

“Oh, okay.” Chang Kaiwen headed to the bathroom immediately.