Chapter 16

"No matter how busy you are, there's always time to go home and eat. In the end, it's still because your wife isn't up to standard. Otherwise, why would your husband always run away?" The Mrs. Meng said as he took a sip of tea and stared intently at her.

Quiet And Steadfast's face turned slightly pale. He gently bit his lower lip and said, "I got it, Mom. I'll call him in a bit."

"It's good that you know it. Meng Family marrying a grandmother of the Second Young Master is not for decoration. Do you see the difference between Shao Ting's marriage and marriage? If you were to grab his heart, would he be able to run away like that? " Mrs. Meng spoke a few more sentences. Seeing that she still did not say anything, listening attentively, he could not help but feel bored. He placed the teacup on the table, stood up and left.

She felt an indescribable coldness spread from her feet all the way to her heart, covering it and covering it with her palm. Her heart beat so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest, and she also felt like she was surrounded by layers of a cage that couldn't be opened, as she looked through the huge window in the middle of the garden.

She missed Jingyuan, missed her mother, but all the blissful times in Jingyuan were gone.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Jingwen mustered up the courage to call him. On a July day, the wind carried a slight dryness. Hot, the hand holding the microphone was sticky, almost unable to hold it.

It's just a phone call, Jingwen. What are you afraid of?

The phone rang for a while before someone answered. His voice was low as he said, "Hello?"

"It's me." Jing realized that her answer wasn't right the moment she opened her mouth. She hurriedly said, "It's me, Jing Ming."

"Second Young Master, don't touch randomly, you're hateful …" Mina giggled and slapped his hand away, her eyes bewitching.

Jing was about to say something when she swallowed her words. Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and it also felt like she had eaten a fly. The woman's voice came from the other side. It was obviously another unfamiliar woman.

"Mom wants you to come home at night." She stood still for a few seconds, then recovered. She moved her almost rigid body and turned her face to face with the central air conditioner in the living room. The cool air washed over her face, calming her down.

"Are you busy? I'm hanging up." Her voice was as calm as it had been before, and her voice was clear and clean, ready to hang up before he could answer.