Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 427: The Cursed Love 2

Chapter 427: Chapter 427: The Cursed Love 2

"Ajun, Mom knows what you want to do, but there are some things that Mom should handle, you don’t need to do those, understand?"

Lady Wang finally put down her hand, swallowing her pain and anger to persuade her daughter.

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Wanjun’s eyes turned red.

She was very aggrieved.

So, Mom knew everything.

But, did Mom also know how much she wanted to take on some of her burdens? Over so many years, the immense responsibilities of the Wang Family were all on Mom’s shoulders, wasn’t she weary?

In the end, Wang Wanjun still quietly followed Old Madam Bai to the Xiahou Royal Mansion to attend Xiahou Yi’s birthday banquet.

"Xiaojun, can you take me with you as well? I’ve never been to the Wang Family’s mansion before."

Just before departure, her cousin Wang Meifeng also came, wanting to go with her.

Wang Wanjun couldn’t refuse and brought her along.

So that day, both sisters, dolled up, went to the Xiahou Royal Mansion, and upon their arrival, Wang Wanjun, who was naturally very beautiful, received a lot of attention.

As for Wang Meifeng, next to her cousin’s brilliance, hardly anyone took notice of her, and in the end, she set her sights on a man named Jian Zhongzhou.

After the banquet, when the guests had dispersed, Xiahou Maolin hurried to find Wang Wanjun.

He had already thought of an excuse to have her stay longer, so she could have dinner at the mansion before returning home.

However, when he found her, he noticed she was hiding outside the main hall, with her little head peeking inside, sneakily observing.

What was she looking at?

Seeing this, Xiahou Maolin also purposely lightened his footsteps, coming up behind the young girl.

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned in close behind her and deliberately asked.

In an instant, Wang Wanjun, who had been peering inside, trembled like a startled deer. Her footing faltered, and she fell forward into the main hall.

Xiahou Maolin: "..."

Xiahou Yi, who had been writing inside the hall: "..."

After what seemed like an eternity, the embarrassed Wang Wanjun, who had taken a tumble through the doorway, managed to get up under the silent gaze of the father and son.

"I... I didn’t do it on purpose."

She looked up at Xiahou Yi opposite her, her mouth puckering, and before she could speak, her large, watery eyes already brimmed with tears, threatening to fall.

She was only nineteen years old at that time.

And Xiahou Yi was already in his fifties.

What is a man of this age like? The sediment of the years makes a man of nearly fifty more composed, especially someone like Xiahou Yi, who stood at the peak of power; his very presence conveyed a profound sense of security.

Wang Wanjun still began to cry.

Xiahou Yi saw her tears, his brows furrowed, and finally, he put down his brush and spoke, "Don’t cry, I won’t blame you."

Indeed, at his age, seeing such a young girl, he naturally assumed she had been scared by him.

Xiahou Maolin, upon hearing this, also quickly came forward.

"That’s right, Miss Wang, my father won’t blame you. Let’s go, I will take you back."

He stepped forward to help the young girl up.

But Wang Wanjun avoided his touch and remained kneeling, not moving. However, those tearful pearlescent eyes were looking at the calligraphy in front of Xiahou Yi.

"General, may... may I ask you for a piece of your calligraphy? My mother really admires your calligraphy. I even saw her buying reproduction copies at the bookstore to practice," she said timidly before the menacingly powerful man.

Xiahou Yi was taken aback.

His calligraphy manual?

This was the first time he had heard of it.

However, he did not agree, nor did he feel happy, because his calligraphy was not something to be given out lightly. With great power came great responsibility, and it was inevitable that some people might use it for nefarious purposes.

"Who is your mother? Does she also learn to write?"

"Yes, my mother used to be very good at studying. She can write and also play the zither."

As soon as Wang Chuanjun heard her mother mentioned, she immediately became very happy and started talking non-stop.

Xiahou Maolin, seeing this at the side, was afraid she would anger his father and so he quickly interrupted her.

"Father, her mother is the mistress of the Wang Family. She is her only daughter, named Wang Chuanjun."

"So it’s her!" Unexpectedly, Xiahou Yi actually knew of her.

Wang Wanjun heard this and immediately looked up at him; her eyes shone even more brightly, like jewels.

"Does the general recognize my mother?"

"I have heard, your father passed away early, and later the Wang family clan wanted to wipe out your family’s legacy. It was your mother who stood firm, and she even became the family head of the Wang clan, right?"

When Xiahou Yi spoke these words, his eyes, which normally twinkled with sharpness, showed a rare hint of admiration.

He respected strong women.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wanjun was, of course, overjoyed.

That day, she finally got the calligraphy manual from Xiahou Yi, but when she returned home, she did not give it to her mother.

Instead, she handled it like a treasure, taking it to her room.

Lately, aside from going to school and shopping, she spent her days quietly in her room, copying from the calligraphy manual. During that period, even Lady Wang felt her daughter had become much more well-behaved.

"Junjun, you work so hard every day, do you want to study abroad?"

Lady Wang thought her daughter might be planning to study overseas.

But Wang Wanjun carefully hid the calligraphy manual and told her mother no.

"Mom, I just want to stay with you. I study hard so that I can help you in the future."

Lady Wang could only smile and left.

She was very indulgent towards her daughter and had no expectations for her to help herself. All she hoped was that her daughter would marry into a good family in the future.

However, what she didn’t know was that from that day on, Wang Wanjun often went to see Xiahou Maolin.

"Brother Xiahou, this is my mother’s writing from today. Could you help me show it to your father?"

Every time she asked Xiahou Maolin for a favor, she called him ’brother’ very sweetly.

For Xiahou Maolin, who fancied her, he was naturally very willing to do this.

However, in the Xiahou Royal Mansion, after once or twice, Xiahou Yi grew somewhat impatient.

"Tell her she doesn’t need to bring it to me every day. She should just learn slowly on her own."

"Understood."

Xiahou Maolin came out feeling a bit downhearted.

But he didn’t dare tell Wang Wanjun the truth, afraid that if she knew, she would stop calling for him altogether.

So, when Wang Wanjun later brought calligraphy manuals, he began to lie to her, claiming he had shown them to Xiahou Yi and then giving random critiques.

Wang Wanjun was unaware of the truth and naturally would not suspect anything.

But as this went on back and forth, Feng’e, Xiahou Maolin’s wife, began to suspect something when she found many calligraphy manuals stored in her husband’s study one day.

By the time Xiahou Maolin tried to cover it up, it was already too late.

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