The next day, there was an endless stream of guests who came to mourn, most of them were the contacts of the Mu family in the business circle, and then some relatives.

No matter who came, Mu Wanchun and Aunt Yun, the two close relatives of Mu Rufeng, all saluted and thanked them one by one.

Those who were close to each other and were inconvenient to go back saluted Mu Rufeng's spirit card in the hall, and said some words on the scene, saying that they would stay in Mu Mansion for one night, and only go to the cemetery to bury the deceased the next day.

As for the mourners who had a shallow relationship and didn't even move around much, they offered incense, saluted, drank tea, ate lunch at most, and left.

It was almost noon, Xia Mohan came, taking Xia Xia and Xia He, as well as Lin Xinlan and Lusha, and his face still bears the scars given by Xiao Yijing.

Mu Wanchun watched this group of people come in in a majestic manner, and respectfully kowtowed to them like everyone else. There is no difference between the look in his eyes and the treatment of others, neither more enthusiasm nor more coldness.

This kind of Mu Wanchun made everyone very uncomfortable, especially Lin Xinlan and Xia Mohan.

Xia Mohan originally thought that she would kick herself out, and even made insulting remarks, scolding herself for not being worthy of entering the Mu family, and scolding herself for not being worthy of facing Mu Rufeng's spiritual position. But she didn't, instead of letting people drive him away, she was polite and respectful to them.

Xia Mohan read too much content in Mu Wanchun's eyes, in addition to sadness and sorrow, there is also coldness and reason, as well as coldness that seems to be gentle but rejects people thousands of miles away.

After Lin Xinlan bowed to the incense, she couldn't hold back her whimpering anymore after watching Mu Wanchun kowtow to her lying on the ground, she slowly knelt on the ground, looked at Mu Rufeng's spiritual position, hugged Mu Wanchun and cried.

"Late spring, it's us, the Xia family is sorry for you, and your father ......" Lin Xinlan said silently.

"Mom, it's a late spring blessing, and I can't be the daughter-in-law of the Xia family. If you don't dislike it, from now on, I will be your daughter, right? In this way, my Mu Wanchun's child is still your grandson, okay?" Mu Wanchun wiped away Lin Xinlan's tears and smiled reluctantly, but it made Lin Xinlan even more distressed.

When Lin Xinlan heard Mu Wanchun say this, she was so excited that she cried and laughed, and said "yes" repeatedly.

Xia Mohan heard the two women who had been the first and second in his heart say this, and his heart was also very uncomfortable. Looking at Mu Rufeng's familiar and kind face on the posthumous photo, Xia Mohan's heart was also entangled, he didn't know if it was worth it to make that choice and cause today's everything.

For his own selfishness, and to let himself sit firmly and steadily in the position of the Xia Group, Mu Rufeng has been sacrificed. If it continues, who will be the next to die?

But if he didn't find out about that incident, Xia Mohan felt that he would regret it for the rest of his life, and even have trouble sleeping. And he himself is very likely to become a pawn in someone else's chess game, and he doesn't know when and how he will be devoured.

If that's the case, many people related to him will also be affected, such as his mother Lin Xinlan and his ex-wife Mu Wanchun.

Xia Mohan didn't want to be a passive person and be slaughtered arbitrarily, so for now, he could only move forward with a ruthless heart. He only hoped that no one else would be sacrificed because of him on the road ahead.

Xia and Xia He looked at Mu Wanchun's expression, and they were also very uneasy. But he couldn't express his thoughts in words.

At this time, Xiao Yijing accompanied his father and brother to come.

Xiao Yijing's father put incense on Mu Rufeng's tablet and gave a salute, which couldn't help but sigh.

And Xiao Yijing's eyes when he looked at Xia Mohan were very unfriendly. But Mu Wanchun didn't show anything, so he couldn't say anything.

Then, Chu Huaijin also came with her parents and younger brother.

After lunch, some people went back.

Mu Wanchun has been busy for nearly a day, and she is almost tired.

In the evening, when they were almost busy, Mu Wanchun called Chu Huaijin to call Xiao Yijing, and the three of them discussed their initial revenge plan last night.

When Xiao Yijing heard this, he immediately objected. In his opinion, since he knew that it was a conspiracy, Mu Wanchun should choose to leave the country after the funeral, and never ask about this dirty and dirty deed. Instead of choosing to use yourself as bait to lure the enemy, you will put yourself in danger.

"Besides, you still have children. Late spring, even if it's for this innocent child, you don't have to risk yourself, if something happens, you will regret it!" Xiao Yijing stood up anxiously, he felt that the two women in front of him were crazy, so he would come up with such a ridiculous solution.

"But, you say, besides this method, what other good ideas are there?" Chu Huaijin snorted.

Xiao Yijing thought about it, glanced at Mu Wanchun, looked at Chu Huaijin, and said, "Even if there are three of us, we are weak. If you could, pull someone in, and it would be different. I don't think it would be nice to let him know about this plan, but first I think he'll stop your crazy plan......"

Mu Wanchun smiled and said, "Huai Jin and I know who the person you are talking about is. Now, suddenly, I have a better idea to ensure that we can get in and out of the way. And that person is also the key to this move......"

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When Xia Mohan watched Xiao Yijing and Chu Huaijin come out of Mu Wanchun's boudoir, his face was as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm. This iron triangle, which was once unbreakable before Mu Wanchun's marriage, has regathered again.

stepped forward, Xia Mohan stopped Mu Wanchun, saying that he had something to say to her to "talk". The two men left with great interest. However, the way they looked at him was not only not friendly, but also a little indescribably meaningful.

At this time, the Mu family, there are very few people who can make Mu Wanchun believe, and there is no place for her to rest assured except for her boudoir.

Xia Mohan followed Mu Wanchun into the room, his head was still his brain just now, the three of them gathered here intimately, what were they discussing mysteriously?

Taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the chair, Xia Mohan lay on Mu Wanchun's bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to want to rest well, rather than wanting to "talk" with Mu Wanchun.

Mu Wanchun sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Xia Mohan who couldn't stretch her eyebrows with her eyes closed, her heart was a little sour, she immediately suppressed this sourness, and asked him in a cold tone: "Aren't you, do you have something to say to me?" What's more, lying in your ex-wife's boudoir, this seems unreasonable, Mr. Xia?"

Xia Mohan slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his long arm to grab his ex-wife, and pulled her, and she fell beside him. Mu Wanchun wanted to struggle, but was pulled by him, and her eyes met his deep and deep eyes.

"I didn't fall asleep last night, because I was worried about you, but I didn't dare to come to you, for fear that you would be ......even more angry," Xia Mohan said, closing his eyes again, one hand resting on Mu Wanchun's arm, and the other hand on her lower abdomen.

Mu Wanchun felt that her body was not obeying, and her whole body stiffened. The familiar smell of him, damn into her nose, reminded her of what had been before.

"Heh, Mr. Xia, who has always been known for his indifference and ruthlessness, is still afraid...... Mu Wanchun sneered, wanting to take away her arm, but couldn't move, and wanted to take away his hand, but couldn't. No way, her physical strength is not comparable to his.

Xia Mohan opened his eyes and looked at Mu Wanchun's mockery of him within reach in front of him, feeling that she was far away from the other side of the sky in front of him.

"In late spring, I have regrets to this day. But there is no way, once you go down, you can't turn back...... If you want to be resentful, just hate me. ”

Mu Wanchun chuckled: "What's the point of hating you? Can it solve the problem or can it make my life better? Or can I let my father come back again?"

Xia Mohan opened his eyes and looked at Mu Wanchun with a pulse: "Do you know - when I was about to take over the Xia family, I was ready to sacrifice at any time, including sacrificing my physical health, sacrificing my family happiness, sacrificing my marriage, and even sacrificing my life...... Because there are many things that we can't do as we please. ”

Mu Wanchun's heart trembled, he never told her this, was it because he was afraid that she would be worried, or was he afraid that she would not be able to help him share it?

"Since that car accident six years ago, my life has stopped being dictated to me. That is, from that time on, everything about me was connected with the Xia family. It was, it is, and it will be. So Mu Wanchun, I don't regret it at all, divorce you - maybe we shouldn't be married at all. Xia Mohan said these things indifferently, making Mu Wanchun powerless to refute the words, "Maybe Chu Huaijin is right, compared to me, Xiao Yijing may be more suitable for you......"

"In that case, you shouldn't have pestered me repeatedly after the divorce, let alone lying on my bed and saying these intimate words to me. The little warmth in Mu Wanchun's heart just now was poured cold water again.

Xia Mohan looked at Mu Wanchun silently, his eyes narrowed because of pain, and his brows were furrowed.

"Say, what do you have to say?" Mu Wanchun struggled to sit up, no longer looking at the man next to her.

Xia Mohan also sat up, looked at Mu Wanchun and said, "After the funeral, you will go abroad immediately, and I have already arranged it for you abroad, you can rest assured." I know you wanted to study design, but for my ......."

Mu Wanchun interrupted him: "My father has already arranged the matter of going abroad, so there is no need for Mr. Xia to bother." I just have a question in my heart and want to hear Mr. Xia's sincere words...... Xia Mohan, since you filed for divorce for Liu Qianlu's sake, why didn't you marry her? Could it be that your chapter is just to use her to force me to divorce?"

Xia Mohan looked at Mu Wanchun in surprise and said, "In my life, I will never marry the woman I love again, nor will I marry a woman I don't love." ”

Mu Wanchun sneered: "Mr. Xia's words are unpredictable. But I should also know that I can't hear anything from you anymore, or how can a man like you say anything sincere?"

Xia Mohan stared at Mu Wanchun indifferently, as if he had never known her, he could never have imagined that Mu Wanchun would say such cold and mean words. Because in Xia Mohan's memory, everything about Mu Wanchun is her warmth and softness, without piercing edges and corners, and without uncomfortable viciousness and harshness.

"Late spring, you've changed. I hope you will always be like three years ago, no matter what others do, you don't change, okay?" Xia Mohan said, holding Mu Wanchun's hand tightly, "Even if it's for yourself, for ours, ...... child"

"The child is mine, but not yours, you have denied it in front of so many people. Since you said that, I can't rely on you......" Mu Wanchun smiled softly and withdrew his hand from his palm.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything like that, but I have my own grievances, and I dare not expect your forgiveness to say that. For the first time, Xia Mohan felt that in the face of Mu Wanchun, he was very weak and ashamed, "Therefore, I will do my best to protect you, protect your mother and son, as long as I can do it......"

Mu Wanchun waved her hand to interrupt Xia Mohan's words: "I don't need it, and I don't want to get any favor from Mr. Xia, I'm afraid I can't afford to pay it back." It's just that if one day, something happens to me, or even dies unexpectedly, I hope that you can help me find out the real cause of my death and give me justice based on the relationship between our husband and wife. ”

Xia Mohan stood up in shock, looked at Mu Wanchun incredulously, put his hands on her shoulders, stared into her eyes and asked, "What do you know? Why did you say such a thing? Did someone say something to you, or did you find something?"

Mu Wanchun smiled and said: "Dad's death makes me feel that life is full of changes and accidents, so I will become a frightened bird, and I always feel that someone wants to be unfavorable to me." Hehe, maybe this is the legendary 'delusional persecution', right?"

Xia Mohan shook his head: "I will never allow that to happen, never!"

"What would you do if it really happened?" Mu Wanchun still looked at Xia Mohan with a smile.

"I'll pull them all out, and then crush them to ashes!" Xia Mohan said as he looked at Mu Wanchun's eyes that were as clear as ever, but full of sorrow and sorrow.

"I believe in you!" Mu Wanchun said with a smile, and then kissed Xia Mohan lightly on the cheek, like a dragonfly brushing water.