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Han Muchen drove away, but Jianning, who was still in the hospital, didn't come back when he went out to check.

He couldn't get through to Han Mu Chen. Jianning stomped his feet in anger, constantly ridiculing himself in his heart. This Han Muchen was so unreliable, no wonder Wushuang chose Murong in the end.

However, it didn't take long for Jianning to stop her previous restlessness. Wushuang didn't choose Han Mu Chen because she didn't know what was good for her. She didn't believe that there was still a man in this world that she couldn't teach.

A trivial Han Mu Chen was nothing.

She was determined to get Han Muchen, this man. If one day didn't make two days, if two days didn't make a month, then if one month didn't make a month, then there would still be a year, ten years, anyway, she had plenty of time to get Han Muchen.

After leaving the hospital, Ning Shansan didn't choose to go back. Instead, she took a taxi back to the studio. Her mind was constantly replaying the scene of Han Muchen standing under the Obstetrics and Gynecology sign.

Over and over again, it became clearer and dimmer, and then it became clearer and dimmer. Ning Shan didn't know how to describe her feelings right now.

Ever since their wedding day, there had been a lot of gossip about Han Muchen. Even if she didn't care, but today's news was well-developed, it would always appear in front of her.

Among them, there were many who suspected Han Muchen of being his father. During their long marriage, the only thing Ning Shan felt happy about was that no matter how Han Muchen spent it, it was all because of Han Muchen. So far, no one had appeared in front of her and told her to abdicate.

It was also possible that even the third young master could see that this Mrs. Han didn't have any weight and didn't pose any threat at all, so there was no need to do such a thing.

She had once been happy to see such an outcome, but now that she saw Han Muchen with her own eyes, standing under the obstetrics and gynecology sign, she suddenly felt that she wasn't as generous as she thought.

It just so happened that Wushuang and Murong were having afternoon tea in the courtyard. As soon as Jia Ning entered the courtyard, she threw her bag on the table and sat down next to Wushuang without caring about her image. She took off her shoes that were 10 centimeters long, rubbed her feet while pouting at Wushuang.

"Sis, Han Muchen bullied me!"

Wushuang's gaze was fixated on the "New York Times" in his hands. She did not take Jianning's act of coquettishness seriously at all.

When Jianning saw that his petting skills were useless against Wushuang, he shifted his attention to Murong.

"Brother-in-law!"

When Jianning was young and invincible, she had acted coquettishly with the charm of a little girl. This "brother-in-law" dragged out her last words, making people feel pity for her even when they saw her.

However, as if he had developed an antibody, the hand that was pouring the scented tea did not waver, and steadily poured another cup for Wushuang.

The couple didn't take Jianning's coquettish actions seriously. Immediately, Jianning was like a deflated ball, pouting as he rested his chin on the table while watching the two calm people.

After a long while, Wushuang finally finished reading one side of the newspaper. She flipped open the newspaper in her hands, picked up the teacup in front of her, and took a sip.

"If I remember correctly, I should have told you that Han Muchen is married!"

After saying so, Wushuang shot a sharp gaze over. She stared at Jianning, who had nowhere to run. Jianning could only cheer himself up and pretended to be fearless as he met Wushuang's gaze.

"Yes …" Yes, I did, how … "What's wrong?"

In the end, Jianning was still young. Before he looked back at Wushuang, he had made many mental preparations. However, her aura was just too sharp. As soon as he met her eyes, he immediately became weak and stuttered.

Wushuang looked at the guilty Jia Ning, but didn't say anything. At first, Jia Ning was able to straighten her chest and look at Wushuang for a while, but soon, under Wushuang's pressure, she was defeated. Then, Jia Ning's eyes started to waver.

Not long after they met, she obediently put on her shoes.

"Pay attention to your words and actions!" Wushuang watched her put her shoes back on, then picked up the newspaper again. At the same time, he also sent a warning letter to Jianning.

Jia Ning picked up the bag on the table, shrugged nonchalantly, and snorted at Wushuang before entering the living room.

Just as the sun was setting, a long shadow was drawn out of the pavilion. Murong didn't say a word when Wushuang and Jianning spoke just now, until Jianning entered the room.

"She only likes to play!" Murong finally said something to Jianning.

Wushuang quickly put away the newspaper and stared at Murong with a pair of cold eyes.

"I was in England by the time I was twenty!"

Seeing that Wushuang did not look too pleased, Murong Qingcheng immediately chose to shut up. It was better to leave the matters of the two sisters to the two of them. It was better for Murong Qingcheng to not participate in this.

Murong poured himself a cup of tea and leaned comfortably against the back of his chair. If he was right, Han Muchen had met with a big problem this time.

First of all, his wife wasn't a good person. Plus, with Wu-Shuang helping him, it would be enough for him to get into trouble. What was more pitiful was that he actually got into trouble with Jianning. He was afraid he would never have a good life again.

Murong Murong used an incomparably sympathetic gaze to look at the nearby Han Family courtyard. From the bottom of his heart, he was in silence for Han Muchen for three minutes.

She was also looking at the Han Family, and the look in her eyes was completely different from Murong Qingcheng's. There was coldness in Wushuang's eyes, as if she was about to freeze up Han Muchen's room not far away.

Ever since she was young, Wushuang didn't have a good impression of Han Mu Chen, no! To be exact, Wushuang did not have a good impression of any of the boys in the courtyard.

Especially Han Muchen, because of his family background and looks, Han Muchen had been the target of many girls since he was young. In Wushuang's eyes, Han Muchen was still young, and his hair hadn't fully grown, yet he had already harmed many girls.

When they grew up, it was even more incredible. Later on, when they were together with Lu Qing, the two brothers changed the pattern of providing materials for entertainment and supported a large number of people.

But Shan Shan married such a guy, and Jianning didn't change his attitude towards Han Muchen's death. Wushuang shook her head impatiently. Just thinking about it, she knew what kind of life Ning Shan led every day, and how she endured such a vile husband and notorious marriage.

"Murong He seemed to be able to see through Wushuang's thoughts." Don't be mad at Mu Chen, you know how Mu Chen got married, so you should know that he's also a victim! "

Murong spoke up for his brother. Wushuang wanted to retort, but the words on the tip of her tongue stopped. Han Muchen was once the biggest joke in the circle when he was played by the deities.

Everyone wanted to see Han Muchen's wife, a person who forced Young Master Han into the grave with a celestial leap. To be honest, even Wushuang herself was extremely curious back then.

Wushuang retracted her gaze. She did not believe that Ning Shan would give up her love and marriage for the sake of the young mistress of the Han family. If she really was in charge of money, what would have been the explanation for the huge donation she'd made in Cambridge?