C8

Golden Age Group.

Mo Wen waited two hours for Ji Mubai before he returned to his office.

He recalled that every time she came, regardless of what he was busy with, he would immediately stop work to meet her …

The past, the past, and the present.

Mo Wen forced herself not to think about the past. Now she had more important matters to attend to.

"What is it? Tell me!" Ji Mubai entered the office and gave her a nonchalant look before sitting down in the main chair.

Mo Wen walked over to stand in front of him, "Director Ji, my father owes most debt to Golden Age. I think you also want me to repay your money as soon as possible!"

The words "Director Ji" caused Ji Mubai's eyebrows to twitch violently.

"What, rich?" he teased.

"It's more important than money."

Mo Wen handed the two documents in his hands to him, "These can prove that my father's will was forged. Although the words on the will are very similar to his handwriting, but there is one word that only I know of, and that is' yes'."

Ji Mubai's dark eyes suddenly narrowed and he extended his hand to receive it.

Of these two materials, one was a copy of Mo An's will, and the other was his usual reading notes.

"How many people know about this?" Ji Mubai asked.

"For the time being, you are the only one who knows me."

"Right." The man replied indifferently. When he raised his eyes to look at her again, just as he was about to speak, he noticed the woman walking in from the outside. His eyes suddenly turned cold, "Don't speak nonsense in front of others in the future!"

Mo Wen was stunned. But just as he was about to ask, he heard the door open and a sweet voice sounded out, "Mu Bai, didn't we agree on choosing the wedding banquet's dishes? Why are you still busy? "

Feng Xue'er, who was wearing a fiery red dress, walked in. She didn't even look at Mo Wen as she directly walked around him and wrapped her hands around Ji Mubai's arms in a coquettish manner.

Ji Mubai held Feng Xue'er's small hand and said with a doting smile, "Isn't this just a troublesome matter? We'll immediately send you off."

Mo Wen was standing across from them at the table, looking at their intimate relationship. He felt as if a poisoned knife had ruthlessly pierced his heart.

Cold, painful.

Accompanied by irresistible humiliation.

Her hands, which lay on her lap, were wrung so tightly that her knuckles were horribly white.

Only then did Feng Xue'er look at Mo Wen, "Yo, isn't this Miss Mo?"

Ji Mubai stood up, grabbed the documents on the table and stuffed them into the paper shredder at the side, "Miss Mo wants to help father pay, but the conditions you put forward are a little laughable."

"Is that so? What condition was that!? Tell me about it! Miss Mo is so pitiful right now, Mu Bai, if you can help, you can help! " Feng Xue'er playfully shook his arm.

"Then you'll be jealous." The man teased.

The sound of a shredder could be heard. Mo Wen only felt that what was entangled in the shredder was not information, but her heart.

She was too naive to think that he would help her just because she saw the evidence!

He deserved to be humiliated!

"Sorry, I shouldn't have come. Sorry for disturbing you." Mo Wen forced himself to calm down as he got up and left quietly.

Every step she took felt like she was stepping on the edge of a knife, causing her to clearly feel her foolishness.

Graveyard.

Mo Wen sat in front of Mo An's grave, and gently looked at the scholarly face on the tombstone that forever smiled at him, "Dad, I'm so useless … I shouldn't have disobeyed you and gone to find Ji Mubai. "If there are people who sell medicine for regret in this world, I must eat more in order to have a good memory …"

Despite the pain in her heart, she kept smiling when she faced her father.

She believed that her father in heaven would see her smile, would believe that no matter how hard it was, she would still smile.

The sudden autumn rain quickly turned from a light drizzle to a torrential downpour.

Mo Wen, who was sitting in front of the grave, did not notice the rain that had completely drenched him. He remained seated in front of the tombstone, hugging his knees as he muttered to himself.

It was as if this world had nothing to do with her, whether it was cruel or cold.

Suddenly, his body was beaten and lifted up.