Tang Yutong recalled the way Wen Xuan looked at Bai Zhiyue and felt that it was not as the person in front of her was saying.
Bai Zhiyue was breathing slightly and her gaze fell on the exhaust vent in the bathroom, her eyes burning.
"Should we make it look like a big movie?" Tang Yutong couldn't help but speak up. Was this person trying to climb out of the exhaust vent?
"It's better than marrying someone without feelings." Bai Zhiyue's tone was light, but Tang Yutong still heard a hint of sadness in it and couldn't help but ask, "Do you like him?"
Even someone like Mo Jin who was difficult to deal with couldn't imagine the level of terror.
The woman who was about to step on the sofa to check the exhaust vent hesitated for a moment, and Tang Yutong immediately understood.
Who can really explain love?
"You can leave, but..." Bai Zhiyue turned her head and looked at Tang Yutong with a stagnant gaze, "it's hard to explain if you're with me."
Tang Yutong pondered for a moment and spoke casually, "Explain?"
"I have to explain to whom. Don't forget, I'm Mo Jin's wife. Even if it's known that I let you go, Wen Xuan shouldn't dare to do anything in public, right?" Tang Yutong actually had no idea, but things had come to this.
"Consider yourself owing me a favor."
She shrugged indifferently. She suddenly thought of Ren Shi Yu. She was not supposed to marry Mo Jin!
"Remember it!"
Tang Yutong made up her mind, urging Bai Zhiyue to leave while turning up the sound of the water to the maximum to avoid the people outside from noticing anything wrong.
Bai Zhiyue gratefully glanced at Tang Yutong and slowly closed the cover of the exhaust vent.
After leaving her alone, Tang Yutong began to think about how to explain the disappearance of the bride later. After all, the bride disappeared out of thin air today...
As time passed by, and people began to inquire outside, Tang Yutong gritted her teeth and decided to take action. After all, whether she hid or not, the result would be the same. "Ah--" Tang Yutong wet her dress and pretended to scream in fear.
Soon, a large group of servants crowded in. Tang Yutong hurriedly turned her back and spoke urgently, "Is this how you treat your guests?"
Ten minutes later, Tang Yutong was taken upstairs by the servants to change her clothes. She walked down in front of everyone and quickly hid behind Mo Jin, her voice full of fear. "Husband, his fiancée hit me and made me pass out. She also wet my dress!"
Yes, Tang Yutong had made up her mind and had to take the initiative. But Mo Jin looked at Tang Yutong behind him with a calm gaze, pursed his lips, and thought to himself, "This foolish woman..."
Everyone had seen the water stains on her dress just now, which were obviously made by someone. Did she really think that Wen Xuan was so easy to fool?
"Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo seems to have been frightened," said Wen Xuan.
After hearing the news that Bai Zhiyue had run away again, Wen Xuan's expression changed from humble to a different one. He slightly curved his lips and said, "Mrs. Mo, I want to ask you, where did you hide my fiancée?"
Tang Yutong twitched her lips and forced herself to calm down, speaking confidently, "Why did your fiancée ask me? Besides, she injured the wife of the Mo family. My husband is here, you can't deny it!"
In the end, Tang Yutong's voice became smaller and smaller, and she was worried that Mo Jin might not be on her side at this moment.
Mo Jin naturally knew what the woman next to him was thinking, but when he heard the word "husband," he couldn't help feeling a little pleased.
"I want to go home, I'm tired," Tang Yutong tentatively tugged at Mo Jin's sleeve, and after being pulled into his arms by the man, she smiled triumphantly.
He still had a conscience!
Just as Mo Jin was about to take Tang Yutong away without saying a word, the man standing behind Wen Xuan could no longer restrain himself and stood up, pointing at Tang Yutong and rebuking, "Boss, this woman is definitely up to no good!"
Wen Xuan looked on coldly, enjoying the spectacle.
Did he not know as well?
Tang Yutong became nervous, Mo Jin did not express his stance, and no one dared to really stop them, but it was really unacceptable not to give an explanation at this point.
This trouble seemed to be getting bigger...
"Mr. Wen, she is my woman," Mo Jin finally spoke, and one sentence made everyone feel his attitude, "Your woman has run away, blame your subordinates for not doing their job well, what does it have to do with her?"
His words were plain, but they hid a strong warning, and no one was willing to back down.
"Mr. Mo, my subordinates are not sensible, please forgive me." After a long time, Wen Xuan stood up and waved his hand, and immediately someone automatically made way for them. "I will definitely visit you and Mrs. Mo when I have the chance."
Tang Yutong inexplicably felt that Wen Xuan emphasized the words "Mrs. Mo" when he spoke.
Instantly, a layer of goosebumps rose on her back.
It seemed that this man was not as easy to deal with as he appeared!
Tang Yutong was still lost in Wen Xuan's words until her waist started to ache. She grimaced and turned her head.
"Now you're scared?" she asked.
Mo Jin's voice was low, "What happened to that confidence just now?"
The tone at the end was inexplicably gentle and pleasant, and Tang Yutong was immersed in it. She shrank her neck and weakly replied, "Don't blame me, I really went to the bathroom and didn't know anything. Don't ask me."
Tang Yutong refused to talk, but in reality, she was also afraid that the man in front of her would come after her again.
Who knew that Mo Jin didn't say a word to her until they returned to the villa, which surprised Tang Yutong.
The man's profile looked much gentler than usual. What was going on?
Tang Yutong thought for a moment and decided that it was better to not argue with him. It was better than being punished by him. She closed her mouth. The butler greeted them, his tone amiable, "Young master, young madam, dinner is ready."
"Take her to eat, I don't need it," Mo Jin said, going upstairs without even giving Tang Yutong a glance.
Tang Yutong was starving, but she followed the butler to the dining room and saw all her favorite dishes on the table, feeling warm inside.
"The young master called earlier to have these dishes made. He probably knew that madam hadn't eaten anything. The young master is so good to madam," the servant said enviously as she helped Tang Yutong pour soup.
"Is all of this arranged by Mo Jin?"
Tang Yutong bit her chopsticks, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. She looked up at the closed door of the study, which emitted a faint light, and felt a strange sensation in her heart.
It seemed that she didn't dislike him as much anymore.
After enjoying a full meal and lying comfortably on the sofa, Tang Yutong remembered that Mo Jin didn't seem to have eaten much at the banquet. Should she ask the butler to bring him some fruit?
As soon as this thought came to her, Tang Yutong quickly shook her head.