Meng Yueman was stunned because Mu Huan had said, âMom, Iâm going to school. Itâs been a long time since I went. Now, someone suddenly told me that I have to attend.â Meng Yueman was surprised.
Then, she snapped back to her senses and felt that she had become much younger.
After getting into the car, Meng Yueman recalled Mu Huanâs youthful and energetic look and could not help sighing. âNo wonder Junyan dotes on his wife so much. Sheâs young, pretty, and energetic. Sheâs indeed likable.â
From the looks of it, Meng Yueman was satisfied with Mu Huan.
She was so petite and adorable. When she stood next to her son, the scene they painted was very vivid.
Especially when her son rubbed Mu Huanâs head affectionately, she could not help but want to draw it down.
Meng Yueman was a painter. Her eyes were good at discovering beauty, and she liked beautiful scenes.
Hearing this, Ling Wei hugged her arm. âAunt Yueman, Iâll be jealous if you praise her like this!â
Meng Yueman patted her hand with a smile and said dotingly, âYou child...â
Just as Meng Yueman had said, those who attended Old Master Guâs funeral were all big shots in the business world.
Most of them had attended Gu Chenyiâs engagement party before.
When Ling Wei and Meng Yueman appeared, everyone started whispering to each other.
Everyone in the upper-class society knew about Ling Weiâs status, and her relationship with Bo Junyan was well-known. Hence, when they saw that the person accompanying Meng Yueman to the funeral was Ling Wei and not Mu Huan, they all thought that Mu Huan had gone down for such a scandal and that Ling Wei was going to get back together with Bo Junyan.
However, although everyone wanted to gossip, it was not a good time to do it during such an occasion. Hence, no one dared to ask Meng Yueman about this matter. It was just that after returning, this news spread throughout the upper-class society.
In the hall.
Gu Chenyi questioned, âMom, why didnât you let Xiao Huan attend Grandfatherâs funeral?â
âItâs your grandfatherâs funeral now and youâre still in the mood to miss her! Are you trying to anger me to death?!â The gentle and pure Gu Qianruâs voice was a little shrill, and her expression was a little scary.
âIâm not thinking about her. I just feel that youâre doing something wrong. Itâs not Xiao Huanâs fault!â
âShut up! Donât ever mention her again!â This was the first time Gu Qianru, who had always followed Gu Chenyiâs wishes, had used such a tough attitude to reprimand him.
Gu Chenyi looked at his mother with a complex expression.
âChenyi, didnât you say you were going to the washroom? Hurry up and go to the washroom!â Bo Huaiyun hugged his wife as he asked his son to leave.
Gu Chenyi did not say anything else and turned to leave.
After he left, Gu Qianru started crying in Bo Huaiyunâs arms. âLook at him. Heâs still in the mood to think about Mu Huan. Itâs all her fault... Itâs all her fault...â
Sheâd wanted her son to be in such a situation...
âAlright, stop crying...â Bo Huaiyun comforted Gu Qianru.
âIf it werenât for Mu Huan... if it werenât for her, everything wouldnât have happened...â Gu Qianru seemed to have been possessed. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that everything wouldnât have happened without Mu Huan. Without Mu Huan, her son wouldnât have been so obsessed and in so much pain. She wouldnât have met Lin Qingya, who was so heartless. Her father wouldnât have left her so early.
Bo Huaiyun felt that what Bo Junyan had said was very necessary. He had to send the mother-and-son pair overseas so that they could stay away from this sad and emotional state. Otherwise, he would not be able to carry on like this.