Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 330: The Wind Rises

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Wind Rises

Yin Hehe had just presided over the funeral and was leaving He’anli when it was Xiahou Jingmu who escorted her out.

"Junior General, I meant every word I said today, and I hope you don’t misunderstand, Ayuan and I will return to Jiangbei in the future," Yin Hehe mentioned this to him again on the road.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Jingmu, who was driving, turned his head to glance at her.

This woman’s eyes were very bright, especially under the sunlight, her amber pupils were like fine gemstones, dazzling to behold.

Xiahou Jingmu looked for quite a while before he replied, "Why? You both have acknowledged your ancestry and returned to the family, so why leave?"

Acknowledged their ancestry?

Yin Hehe felt like laughing when she heard this, "Junior General, this was never our choice. You might not have seen the sober Sheng Siyuan, but if he were clear-headed now, he would definitely not stay here."

Yin Hehe said this looking at the rural road ahead being enveloped by the fiery red afterglow of the setting sun.

Xiahou Jingmu was stunned.

Perhaps, he hadn’t expected that even now, these two still didn’t consider themselves part of the Xiahou Family.

Xiahou Jingmu took Yin Hehe to Willow District.

"Madam, you’re finally back; the president has been looking for you for a long time,"

As soon as she arrived at the door, Cheng Chi, hearing the noise, came out and eagerly said.

At these words, Yin Hehe felt a sense of urgency. Without greeting the young general behind her, she quickly went inside.

Xiahou Jingmu stood outside, watching her figure disappear.

In fact, he had realized by now that this woman indeed didn’t see herself as one of them.

Because, up until now, she had always addressed him as Junior General!

Xiahou Jingmu returned to He’anli.

As night fell and the guests dispersed, the usually lively house became so quiet after the loss of a living person that it was suffocating.

It was as if a large stone was blocking one’s chest.

"Where is the madam?" Xiahou Jingmu came in and scanned the room. Not finding anyone, he asked.

The servant who was tidying up immediately replied, "She’s sleeping. The lady’s been in a bad mood, and we just managed to give her some calming soup."

Xiahou Jingmu: "..."

Without saying much, he headed toward the ancestral hall.

Even though his sister had been buried during the day, the ancestral hall needed to be maintained for three more days, which was the local custom.

Xiahou Jingmu intended to offer incense for his sister.

Unexpectedly, when he entered, he saw his father, Xiahou Maoqing, sitting inside in a daze.

He looked at his daughter’s photo, lost in thought, unaware that the incense was about to burn down to his fingertips.

"What are you doing?"

Xiahou Jingmu came in and took the incense from his hand.

Xiahou Maoqing finally snapped out of it.

"You’re back? Did you deliver her safely home?" he asked, trying to compose himself.

Xiahou Jingmu took three new sticks of incense, lit them, and stood in front of his sister’s black and white portrait.

"Do you still hope that I delivered her home safely?"

"What are you talking about?"

Xiahou Maoqing, who was waiting for his response, suddenly heard this and his face immediately turned ugly.

"You know what I’m talking about. Wasn’t today’s event orchestrated by you? You deliberately had me invite her over, and then behind the scenes you stirred up the relatives to make trouble in front of her. Wasn’t this all your idea?"

Xiahou Jingmu inserted three sticks of incense into the censer and turned around, his gaze sharply fixed on his father.

Xiahou Maoqing’s face finally changed.

"What nonsense are you spouting? This was clearly Chu Feng’e’s doing. What does it have to do with me?"

He denied it angrily.

Seeing this, Xiahou Jingmu let out another cold laugh, "Do you think I would believe that? With Chu Feng’e’s stupidity, could she really pull off something like this? Also, the third aunt and fourth aunt have always been at odds with her, so why would they obediently listen to her?"

"..."

Xiahou Maoqing was finally at a loss for words.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall had also fallen into a deathly silence at that moment.

Xiahou Jingmu’s chest heaved, and in the bone-chilling ancestral hall, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Why did you do this?" he heard himself ask.

Xiahou Maoqing’s face turned from green to white.

At first, he was like a thief who had been caught, very uneasy and nervous, his hands trembling slightly.

But suddenly, when he turned his head and saw that black and white photo, he calmed down.

"Why did I do it? Don’t you know? Our family has been groveling on the ground like servants long enough; don’t you want to stand up straight?"

He asked, punctuating every word.

Xiahou Jingmu, hearing this, suddenly widened his eyes; he seemed unable to believe such words could come from his father’s mouth.

Servants?

He was actually calling their family members servants?

Could it be? His meaning was... all these years, at his grandfather’s side, all he had ever remembered was being ordered around and strictly controlled, and he had forgotten everything else?

Then why could he still be so respectful in front of him? Even this morning, when his sister died, he even knelt like a dog in front of him?

Xiahou Jingmu’s worldview had been overturned!

"What do you mean? Are you saying that all these years you’ve actually just been putting on an act?"

He heard himself ask, trembling.

"Could it be that... Grandfather wasn’t good enough to us?" his emotions began to rise as he asked loudly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his father tore off that facade of hypocrisy completely.

"Good? Are you really that naive? He was only acting affectionate to protect his own grandson, with the aim of directing the Xiahou Family’s internal strife towards you. Don’t you understand?"

He roared out these words with all his might!

In an instant, Xiahou Jingmu’s pupils dilated, and his entire expression stared at his father in utter shock.

"You’re talking nonsense; Grandfather wouldn’t do that. He said it was because I was talented that he took special care of me!"

"Bullshit!" As soon as those words fell, they were met with yet another merciless taunt from his father.

"If he was really grooming you, why didn’t he send you abroad to study instead of let Xiahou Maolin’s stupid son go to Country F? Don’t you have even a bit of brains?"

"..."

"And you say you’re talented. Then why, after both of Xiahou Maolin’s children died, did he rather pass the heir of the Xiahou Family to that lunatic, and not to you? Are you even worse than a madman?"

Xiahou Maoqing’s words were like sharp knives that plunged into Xiahou Jingmu’s heart again and again, leaving him unable to retort at all.

His face grew paler and paler.

Many things, he too had questioned, but because he had been graced and taught by Xiahou Yi since childhood, he wouldn’t allow himself to think about these things, nor could he bear to doubt the old man.

But now, he found he truly had no reply...