The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 188 Don’t You Want Me to Die?

Early the next morning, Shen Weiyuan had not left yet. Lin Mowan got up to help him change his clothes and was concentrating on adjusting his collar. He looked at her with a burning gaze, wishing he could glue his eyes to her.

Lin Mowan just looked up at him, smiled gently and lowered her eyes again, but her hands did not stop moving. He raised his hand, grabbed her waist, and took the opportunity to touch her.

Lin Mowan glared at him, saying it was inappropriate so early in the morning.

He just smiled and looked at her with happy eyes, but there was an inopportune knock on the door outside, and they both turned around to look at the door at the same time.

There was a moment of silence. Lin Mowan struggled and gently pushed away his hand on her waist. He was still a little reluctant, but could only give up awkwardly.

Lin Mowan straightened her clothes and called in the person who knocked on the door. It was Yuzhi. She bowed and looked at Shen Weiyuan beside her with some embarrassment, "Miss, someone from the Jiang family wants to see you."

Jiang Wenqing?
Lin Mowan's eyes darkened slightly, and she was confused. Shen Weiyuan was the first to react. He bent down slightly, gently kissed her brow, and whispered, "It seems that you have something to do. I won't bother you anymore."

As he spoke, he straightened his sleeves, picked up the sword beside him, turned around and left the yard, sent Shen Weiyuan away, and Yuzhi returned: "Miss, shall we go?"

Since they have sent someone to invite you, why wouldn't you go?

Lin Mowan curled her lips: "Of course I'll go."

The Jiang family is now in pieces. If she doesn't go, how can she watch them break up, blame each other, and even wish to die with each other?
Finally, she boarded the carriage prepared by the Jiang family. When she got off the carriage to answer the Jiang family, the outside of the magnificent mansion was deserted and looked inexplicably desolate.

She walked in, and for the first time ever, no one stopped her or led the way. She went all the way to the study according to her own guess.

There was no one in the study. She walked closer and saw two guards standing outside the study. It seemed that Jiang Wenqing had just left. The guards did not stop her and let her go directly into the study.

Lin Mowan walked around the study and didn't find anything strange. The surroundings were very clean, as if they had just been cleaned.

She walked to the bookshelf beside her, took out a book and started reading. At this moment, she heard a noise outside. She turned around and met the man's weathered face.

Lin Mowan was stunned and almost didn't recognize Jiang Wenqing. He looked much older, with many more white hairs, a slightly hunched back, and looked listless.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, just looked at each other deeply. It seemed that he had never had the upper hand in this game. He looked at her and suddenly found it a little ridiculous. He had been an official for decades but couldn't defeat a green girl. If this got out, I'm afraid people would laugh their heads off.

"Father." Lin Mowan spoke first, adding a gentle smile.

Jiang Wenqing turned his eyes away. He looked much calmer than before. He just sneered, turned around and sat on a chair beside him, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Father?" He sneered, with some self-mockery, and then heaved a long sigh of exhaustion: "If you really think of me as your father, you shouldn't treat me like this." He seemed to have become smarter, or he was annoyed and doubted his life. Lin Mowan just chuckled and walked to the second seat beside him and sat down, "Look at what father said, how did I treat you?"

"..." Jiang Wenqing didn't say anything, but there was a hint of pain in his helpless eyes. He didn't beat around the bush and said in a gentle tone: "What are you doing this for? Is it because of your identity as the eldest daughter of the Jiang family?"

After hearing these words, Lin Mowan couldn't help but sneer, laughing at him for being so naive at this point. She didn't even think about it: if what she wanted was really that simple, why would she have to kill those people?

Jiang Wenqing obviously understood what she meant, but then his brows furrowed even deeper. He didn't understand and was heartbroken: "Since you despise this position, then why did you tell Gongshu Tingyue about the relationship between you and me? You know what kind of person she is, but you still... do you really want me to die?"

His eyes were red, and his tone was disappointed and resolute. Lin Mowan looked at him, the smile on her face gradually faded, and even the smile in her eyes was replaced by sadness.

After a short silence, she looked at the man in front of her who was already a little old. In a trance, she seemed to think of something and asked an irrelevant question: "Dad, do you still remember the nursery rhymes you sang to me when I was a child? At that time, whenever you went to that little yard, you would sing to me to sleep. Do you still remember?"

She looked at him, with some expectation in her eyes, but there was a suppressed paranoid madness in her eyes. But on the surface, she was still the delicate beauty with dark complexion, frustration and attachment.

But faced with the memories and attachment to Lin Mowan, Jiang Wenqing showed only disgust and impatience. Lin Yirou was dead and would never come back, just like more than ten years ago, when he chose to turn a blind eye to the embarrassed Lin Mowan's cry for help, it seemed as if today's situation had already been determined.

Jiang Wenqing frowned, turned away, and said angrily: "I don't remember. Who would remember that kind of thing?"

"..." Lin Mowan's serious expectations were extinguished. The madness and paranoia hidden deep in her eyes instantly filled her entire mood. She sneered a few times, as if the question just now was just a joke. Jiang Wenqing couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine when he heard it.

She raised her eyes, looked at him with an ambiguous smile, and said calmly: "You are really a noble man who forgets things easily. Then let's talk about something you remember."

Hearing her cold voice, Jiang Wenqing's expression actually eased a little, but he didn't say anything, just waiting for her next words.

Her eyes flashed with disappointment, and she only asked: "Father, do you want me to die? Just like my mother died that year, right?"

These words were very calm, but they were like a huge rock hitting the water, splashing waves in Jiang Wenqing's heart. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and just replied indifferently: "I don't know what you are talking about."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became firm as he looked at Lin Mowan: "Don't avoid my questions. Why did you tell her about our relationship? Can't you stand me like this?"

Lin Mowan didn't say anything, but waited for me to look at him calmly. Her eyes were calm, but it seemed as if she wanted to stare a hole through him. After a long time, Lin Mowan seemed to react and said softly, "Even if I don't say it, she already has a rough guess. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted, they will take root and sprout. How long do you think you can hide it?"

Jiang Wenqing also knew this, so he didn't refute it. He just said, "Even if that's the case, you don't have the qualifications to tell her. If you tell her, it only means that you have bad intentions. You want to make trouble and want me to die, right?"

"Don't you want me to die?"

Hearing his questioning, Lin Mowan asked him back without hesitation. Their eyes met. Perhaps because Lin Mowan's gaze was too cold, Jiang Wenqing opened his mouth several times, ready to say something in rebuttal, but it seemed that he had no way to argue.