Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 186 - Ji Muye Come with me

Chapter 186 -186 Ji Muye: ‘Come with me.

Chapter 186 -186 Ji Muye: ‘Come with me.

Just then, the waiter came over with the hangover soup.

Su Ting took the initiative to introduce himself and took on the task of feeding the soup to Ming Yuan, and Lu Xining did not refuse.

She wanted to see how this man treated Ming Yuan.

Ming Yuan looked at the person in front of her, dazed, “Su Ting?”

The man responded, “It’s me.”

The moment his words fell, a slap followed from Ming Yuan.

She snorted coldly, “You are not Su Ting. He would never be this gentle with me. Pretending to be him? You’re doomed now, Su Ting is very petty.”

Lu Xining’s knowledge of Su Ting largely came from Ming Yuan’s descriptions.

Seeing his face sink after being slapped by Ming Yuan, she spoke up to remind him, “She’s drunk.”

Su Ting helplessly responded, “I know.”

He did not argue with a drunk and, after feeding Ming Yuan most of the cup of hangover soup, he embraced her in his arms.

Su Ting said, “I’ll take her home first.”

Lu Xining asked Ming Yuan, “Do you want to go home with Su Ting?”

Ming Yuan looked at her with confused, wide-open eyes and, though groggy, did not resist Su Ting’s embrace.

The hangover soup from “Hidden Food” restaurant was a special concoction developed by Lu Xining, more potent and faster acting than other products on the market.

Seeing that Ming Yuan did not resist Su Ting, Lu Xining instantly understood her wishes.

Even so, she reminded Su Ting, “She’s drunk.”

Everyone knows what can easily happen when one is drunk.

Although Ming Yuan and Su Ting were officially married, it was a marriage of convenience, and since Ming Yuan was drunk, if Su Ting really intended to do something to her, she probably wouldn’t be able to react in time.

Yet, she harbored affection for Su Ting.

Lu Xining’s words were a reminder to Su Ting that even if they were married, certain things should still be approached when both parties are sober.

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Of course, if Ming Yuan were to force the issue, let it not be said.

For those who are wise, some things don’t need to be spelled out too clearly.

Su Ting looked down at the person in his arms and nodded.

He put Ming Yuan’s coat on her, hung her delicate little bag on his arm, then picked her up horizontally, greeted Ji Muye, and strode away with Ming Yuan in his arms.

Watching Ming Yuan, who was neatly nestled in Su Ting’s arms and slightly stiff, Lu Xining sighed inwardly.

As the Ming Family’s mistress who was accustomed to social engagements, even when drunk, she always retained a trace of lucidity.

Not to mention that she had drunk a good amount of the sobering, invigorating soup.

Su Ting might have noticed this, but he seemed willing to pretend not to see it. This, on its own, suggested he was not the person Ming Yuan described, someone with no feelings for her.

In the silent private room.

Ji Muye’s voice was deep: “I’ll take you back.”

“No need, I have a driver,” Lu Xining declined without hesitation.

She had drunk a bit with Ming Yuan, but not much, and apart from a faint scent of alcohol, her senses were completely clear.

Lu Xining walked to the coat and purse area, got dressed, and walked out, with the steady footsteps of a man following behind.

Every private room here was very quiet.

Lu Xining’s exclusive private room even more so.

She walked through the intricately carved classical-style garden, and by the artificial mountain in the courtyard stood a man, Zhou Jiawang, whom she had just met a few days ago.

Meeting on this narrow path, the three of them were somewhat silent.

Zhou Jiawang’s presence felt like the gently flowing water under the artificial mountain—smooth, comfortable, and non-aggressive.

Today, he was still dressed in casual gray attire, his shoulder-length hair casually tied back, exuding an elegance that was noble.

The moment Ji Muye saw him, the atmosphere abruptly changed.

Ignoring the chill emanating from him, Zhou Jiawang walked straight up to Lu Xining, his deep-blue eyes full of her reflection.

“Ningning, I have something very important to tell you.”

His voice blended with the sound of the water flowing by the rockery, and the familiar scent of men’s cologne wafted over, subtle, as gentle as he was.

The courtyard was personally supervised by Lu Xining, where each light was designed to be the focal point.

At that moment, Ji Muye, half his cheek shadowed in dim light, fluttered his long lashes twice and turned his gaze to her when he heard the words.

Lu Xining, seeing the obvious stance of Zhou Jiawang waiting for her, knew that if she did not listen today, he would appear before her again.

She glanced at the time and nodded, “Okay.”

The warmth in Ji Muye’s eyes dropped suddenly, his lips tightly pursed, his clear pupils under disarrayed hair visibly settling on Lu Xining’s form, a fire burning in his chest.

She, too, perceived the change in his emotions.

He was angry.

But it had nothing to do with her now.

Lu Xining followed Zhou Jiawang to his private room, noting the almost untouched meals inside.

As the boss, she took the initiative to speak, “You’re not satisfied with the meals?”

Zhou Jiawang paused, then slowly said, “No, I’m satisfied, I’ve just had a poor appetite lately, eating very little.”

With that, Lu Xining noticed he had lost much more weight than when in Fuxian; his already distinct facial contours were even more pronounced.

Zhou Jiawang had also arranged for a tea seat in this private room, but this time, he was the one making the tea, his skills quite good, evidently something he had learned specifically.

“I know about the past.”

His voice was full of guilt, “Although it has been a long time, I still want to say sorry to you.”

On returning to Port City, Zhou Jiawang immediately sought out his mother and grandmother, only to encounter the revelation of his father’s affair.

Learning that his father, whom he respected and admired, had kept a young woman who bore a striking resemblance to his own mother, Zhou Jiawang’s ideal image of a beautiful family shattered.

And his mother, upon hearing the news, was so enraged that she fainted, spending every day in tears, sobbing and demanding that his father get rid of the young woman.

Old Lady Zhou had never imagined her son would cheat, especially to keep a replica of his own wife.

This made Father Zhou, who had left the family clan in order to be with Zhou Jiawang’s mother Feng Suli, seem utterly ridiculous.

Lu Xining listened quietly to the recent events in the Zhou Family without making any comments.

Only when Zhou Jiawang bitterly smiled and said to her, “Actually, the Zhou Family isn’t as glorious as it seems, right?” did she look up at him, but she did not respond to his question.

The man could distinctly feel that now, between them, there was an invisible, clear wall.

He wanted to get past it, but she did not want him to come over.

Having barely handled Father Zhou’s issue, his cousin Zhou Ziyue and her in-laws were facing problems.

Qiao An wanted a divorce from his Aunt Ziyue, aiming to elevate another woman, something Old Lady Zhou would absolutely not allow!

Unwilling to see her daughter mistreated, she dispatched Zhou Jiawang to support his cousin.

If he had not returned to the country, he would never have known about all these incidents.

The love story of his parents, once wrapped in the sweet coating of fairytales, had now, with the sweetness gone, turned into a worldly narrative.

As a man himself, Zhou Jiawang could not understand why his father and uncle would have affairs, which evoked in him an intense disgust; was being faithful really that hard?

He thought of Lu Xining, remembered their days studying, doing homework, and chatting together; those memories gradually became an obsession.

There were things he couldn’t discuss with his family or even broach with friends, but in front of Lu Xining, he could speak naturally.

“I am sorry for everything the Zhou Family has done to you in the past, and I will do my best to make amends. This promise is lifelong.”

“If you are willing, I can…”

Before he could finish, the door was forcefully pushed open by Ji Muye, who entered with a cold face and grabbed Lu Xining’s hand.

Ji Muye: “Come with me.”