Would he be like any other man? In her imagination, her son is so handso that even when he’s jealous, he should look handso.
Lin Mubai was certainly caught up in concern and didn’t notice the mischievous gleam in his mother’s eyes. He arrived at the living room sofa and directly threw the exquisite gift box onto the coffee table, speaking with unusual seriousness, "Who sent these?"
He admits the flowers and bracelet are beautiful. If they were given to another woman, he wouldn’t care and would have no opinion, but giving them to his wife is not acceptable.
Seeing her son’s jealous look as expected, Lan Yiqing was completely satisfied, a satisfaction that couldn’t even be described with words. She stood aside, nodding non-stop, with no intention of answering his question.
Lin Mubai glared at the alluring blue on the coffee table, frustrated at not getting the answer he wanted, and his anger grew stronger in his heart. Unwilling to give up, he repeated, "Mom, who exactly sent these flowers and bracelet?"
Actually, Lin Mubai already had a rough idea in his heart, but he just wanted to confirm, hoping there might be an unexpected answer.
Just then, he discovered a note among the Blue Demoness flowers, shattering his last bit of hope.
The note was pressed under the Blue Demoness. If Lin Mubai hadn’t just thrown the box onto the coffee table, shaking the flowers and revealing a corner of the note, and if he hadn’t happened to sit in the perfect position, he wouldn’t have discovered the well-hidden note.
Lan Yiqing had just prepared to explain kindly, but when she saw her son holding the note with an increasingly grim expression on his face, she curiously leaned in to see what was written on the note and then understood completely in her heart.
It seems her son was completely drowned in jealousy, just because the note said:
Dear Nannan:
The floral aning of the Blue Demoness is pure love, and our eting happened in the most innocent age of our lives. I’m back. How are you?
Mo Jinxuan
If it weren’t the wrong occasion, Lan Yiqing really wanted to laugh out loud, and she couldn’t help but admit that this Man called Mo Jinxuan indeed understands romance better than her son and understands won better too. She even wondered if An Nan hadn’t married her son early on, who the flowers would end up with was really uncertain.
And in her heart, she grew more curious about this guy nad Mo Jinxuan. Just the fact that he dared to pursue soone right to their house is quite a courageous act.
Unlike Lan Yiqing’s schadenfreude attitude, Lin Mubai was about to explode with anger, "Damn bastard, you’re really not giving up." To send gifts, he actually delivered them right to his ho; this person clearly has no regard for him. It seems his warning yesterday was a waste of effort.
The more Lin Mubai thought about it, the angrier he got, tightly crumpling the note in his hand.
Seeing her son’s obvious jealousy, Lan Yiqing spoke cheerfully, "Mu Bai, soone pursuing your wife shows you have good taste."
Upon hearing this, Lin Mubai suddenly felt like spitting blood. He glared at her, his heart filled with helplessness. He couldn’t shake a very bad feeling.
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