In Love With The Fake Bride

In the tidy ward, Mr. Jun swept away his previous sickness, and was sitting on the small sofa in the ward full of energy.

The expression on his face was very serious, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was caught in some kind of painful memory.

"grandfather."

Jun Mengyao yelled softly, and walked to the sofa.

"Yao'er?" Mr. Jun seemed to have just been awakened from his memory, and looked at Jun Mengyao with guilt, "You're here? Sit down, sit down."

Long before Jun Mengyao came, Mr. Jun was trapped in the memories of the past, regretting his past.

If he hadn't been biased back then, Jun Ziqian, his only son, wouldn't have died innocently!

The root of all this was caused by that vicious woman Ding Jia!

There was a bit of ruthlessness in Mr. Jun's eyes, he turned his head and told his subordinates, "Go, bring me that mother and daughter!"

"Yes."

The subordinates left in response, leaving Mr. Jun and Jun Mengyao facing each other in the ward.

Murong Huai, Pei Chuan and the others did not follow up outside the ward. This is the Jun family's business, and it is inconvenient for them to intervene.

Grandpa Jun held Jun Mengyao's hand, "Yao'er, grandpa is confused and has treated you badly these years. Can you forgive grandpa?"

Before, Mr. Jun didn't like Jun Mengyao very much because he hated Chi Huan. It's just because she is full of flesh and blood from Jun that he sent Mrs. Cui to take care of her abroad.

Mr. Jun knows better than anyone else the days abroad, and it is impossible to move an inch without money. The little money he occasionally remits can only barely guarantee that Jun Mengyao will not die of hunger, and living with Jun Mengyun's extravagant young lady is like heaven and earth.

This so-called care made Mr. Jun feel so guilty that he dared not look Jun Mengyao directly in the eyes. She must have had a hard time these years.

Jun Mengyao didn't care, she had a grateful heart and never complained about how much she got.

She looked generously at old man Jun, and smiled sweetly, "Grandpa, you didn't treat Yao'er badly, there is no need to apologize."

Grandpa Jun looked at Jun Mengyao, and found that her personality was the same as that of his son Jun Zhiqian who had died in vain, no matter how he treated others, he was always so magnanimous.

"Good boy, what a good boy," Mr. Jun nodded with emotion, tears in his eyes quietly filled, "If I hadn't insisted on going my own way back then, alas, how could I have made a big mistake! It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world. Now grandpa Even if you regret it, you can't redeem anything."

Jun Mengyao shook her head, disapproving of Mr. Jun's statement, "Grandpa, it can be redeemed."

"Really?" Mr. Jun's eyes lit up, then dimmed in an instant, "How is this possible? It's been so many years, Zhiqian..."

Having said that, Mr. Jun choked up and couldn't continue.

The most distressing thing in this world is when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, especially Jun Zhiqian is the only son of Mr. Jun. This kind of pain has left him devastated to this day.

Coupled with his prejudice against Chi Huan in the first place, Mr. Jun believed Ding Jia's words easily at that time, hated Chi Huan even more, and ordered the two people who were still hugging each other after death to be separated forcefully.

Thinking about it now, Mr. Jun felt that he was simply stupid, brutal and cold-blooded back then.

Jun Mengyao could understand Mr. Jun's mood. Looking back for many years, only to find out that he was deceived and hated the wrong person's anger. He might even have the intention to kill someone.

As for Ding Jia's ending, Jun Mengyao had foreseen that she would never end well. So during the two months of convalescence, she never worried too much, knowing that the furious Mr. Jun would definitely punish Ding Jia severely.

But now what Jun Mengyao cared about was rectifying the name of her mother, Chi Huan.

All the things of the past have dissipated, and now the only thing she can do is to wash away the bad name of Xiaosan for Mommy, and let her be buried in the ancestral grave of Jun's family in an open and honest way, with her beloved Daddy.

Therefore, Jun Mengyao turned her head slightly, and looked at Old Man Jun seriously, "Grandpa, Mommy and Daddy really love each other, do you really have the heart to see them not being buried together after death?"

Grandpa Jun woke up like a dream, "Yes, yes, we can't let Zhiqian lie alone in the ancestral grave. I'll go find a Fengshui master to find a good time to bury them together."

Jun Mengyao raised her eyebrows happily, "Thank you Grandpa, I think Daddy will appreciate you if he knows."

"Hey, I'm obviously the culprit who broke up their young couple. I'm afraid Zhiqian will never forgive me in this life."

Mr. Jun's expression became lonely, "On the day of the joint burial, I will ask for their forgiveness. It was my willful actions that caused them misery, so I should apologize..."

"No! I don't agree!"

Before Mr. Jun finished speaking, there was an angry shout at the door.

Jun Mengyao and Mr. Jun heard the sound and saw Ding Jia walking in with a pale face, followed by Jun Mengyun who also looked unhappy.

Ding Jia rushed into the ward angrily, raised her chin haughtily, and stared at Jun Mengyao, "Don't be fooling my dad here! Zhiqian's death was obviously caused by that bitch Chi Huan, so don't try to wash her away." White!"

After finishing speaking, Ding Jia looked at Mr. Jun threateningly, "Dad, you are old, and many things cannot be seen in the long run. During the period of your convalescence, all the shares of the company have been transferred to my name. As long as you don't come out What a moth, I will definitely take care of you until the end of your life. But if you don’t know what to do, hehe, don’t blame me for turning your back on me!”

Since the truth was revealed last time, Ding Jia sneaked away while Mr. Jun was about to have a liver transplant.

She knew that her situation was over, so she simply did nothing and kept holding all the shares of Jun's Group firmly in her hands.

Now that she is in power, she is confident, and she is no longer respectful when talking to Mr. Jun, with threats hanging from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Mr. Jun was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ding Jia's movements to be so fast.

This was indeed his negligence. He underestimated Ding Jia's methods, thinking that she was scared out of her wits and hid.

"You—" Mr. Jun covered his heart, trying to hold back the rising anger, "Ding Jia, don't go too far! You killed Zhiqian, and the child you gave birth to has nothing to do with our Jun family. Why? Take over the property of our Jun family?"

"Hehe, Dad, you can't talk nonsense about these unfounded things, lest they fall into the mouth, and the Jun family will be destroyed in this way, and the modesty of being careful is chilling."

Ding Jia, who thought he was sure of winning, was full of sarcasm, "Who doesn't know that my Yun'er is the daughter of the Jun family, how could I give people the opportunity to step her into the dust, and live a life as humble and poor as Jun Mengyao Woolen cloth!"

At this moment, Ding Jia is like a proud peacock, "If you are sensible, just swallow everything obediently, so that I may still look at Zhiqian's face and give you a way to survive; otherwise, hehe..."