He deeply felt that his own mom not only didn’t worry at all about soone sending flowers to his wife, but also had a deep sense of watching a good show. He wondered if he had misunderstood.
Not wanting to respond to such contradictory words, Lin Mubai continued to ask about the flowers and bracelet: "When were these sent, and who sent them?"
Lan Yiqing then happily explained to him, "They were sent this morning, but it seems they weren’t from Mo Jinxuan. The delivery person said it was from his assistant. Your wife wasn’t awake yet, so I just let the person leave it. But that person insisted on waiting for your wife to wake up and give it to her personally."
"And how did An Nan react to these things?"
Actually, just like his mom said, others sending things to his own wife only represented his good taste. Most important was his wife’s attitude.
On this point, Lan Yiqing understood the situation well and didn’t dare to embellish, accurately reporting the situation from the morning, "Nannan’s reaction was very calm, not even interested in the gift itself. I guess she still doesn’t know what’s inside. She didn’t even glance at it in the morning, just threw it on the sofa and went to bring you food. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I put it in your room."
Instantly, the displeasure at the corner of Lin Mubai’s mouth was replaced by a touch of pride.
With that answer, he felt it was enough and saw no need to ask further questions.
And Lan Yiqing, seeing the pride in his eyes, really wanted to hit him early on. But thinking about it, she let it go. After all, he was her own son. If he’s unhappy, she would feel hurt too.
As Lin Mubai stood up to return to his room, he didn’t forget to remind his own mom, "After tomorrow, if that person sends sothing again, unless my wife sees it, you must secretly get rid of it for , otherwise, I’ll take my wife back to the apartnt."
Lan Yiqing suddenly felt her conscience was truly eaten by a dog. She glared at the departing figure and angrily cursed, "Damn bastard, is this how you treat your own mom? If you’re leaving, just go, but you’re not allowed to take your wife away, or I won’t play nice with you."
As for the departing Lin Mubai, hearing this stern reprimand made the corners of his mouth curve into a slight smile, but after he went up to the second floor and t soone head-on, he could no longer smile.
Lin Ze stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, waiting for his son with a displeased face, and in the sa tone as his wife, sternly rebuked the bastard son who had upset his own wife: "Like your mom said, if you want to go, then roll away quickly. At worst, your wife, son, and daughter will be raised by your mom and ."
After hearing this, Lin Mubai’s mouth twitched, and he loudly protested, "Dad, how can you be like this? With a wife, there’s no son, with a granddaughter, there’s no need for a son."
Lin Ze showed no embarrassnt at his son’s protest, "That’s only natural. Without your wife, would you be here? So your mom is, of course, the most important in my heart. As for the granddaughter, she can sweetly call granddad. As for you." Lin Ze’s eyes flashed with disdain before continuing, "You only upset your mom and , so whether to have you or not is irrelevant."
As Lin Ze finished speaking, without waiting for a response, he already stepped down the stairs to comfort his dear wife, who had been upset by the bastard son.
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