The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 486 - 483: The Mysterious Dong Jiahao

"Wen Yajun, I’m in the mall right now. I work here, so you don’t have to worry about me. I can pick up the child from kindergarten by myself later. Can we have dinner together tonight, okay?" Dong Xiaoyou quickly answered.

Wen Yajun’s call brought her some comfort, and she felt reassured; after all, he did care about her quite a bit. Although the child she had given birth to wasn’t his, he still treated Xiao Mei like his own daughter, which moved her deeply.

"Sure, let’s have dinner together tonight," Wen Yajun said, a smile appearing on his face as he thought about their evening plans. The last time he’d gone to see her, he’d found her with Yu Hanxi, which had upset him. However, a few days had passed since then, and Dong Xiaoyou had explained everything. She explained that she had only run into Yu Hanxi occasionally and assured him there wouldn’t be any further complications between them. He believed her.

Yes, if lovers are to be together and plan to marry, they should trust each other. Any more doubts would only hurt the other person.

Wen Yajun mulled it over. By the time he’d sorted out his thoughts, he had made up his mind. He decided he wanted to go with her to pick up the child. My presence might be a pleasant surprise for her when it’s time to pick up the child this afternoon, he thought.

Wen Yajun acted on this thought, waiting until work was over in the afternoon.

Wen Yajun then went to Xiao Mei’s kindergarten. To his surprise, as he approached the entrance, he saw Dong Xiaoyou with that man, Yu Hanxi, once again.

Wen Yajun immediately parked his car in a hidden spot and watched Dong Xiaoyou and the man, who appeared to be talking. Somehow, this makes me very uncomfortable, he thought.

He continued to watch them. They talked for a while, then suddenly began to argue, and the man even started tugging at Dong Xiaoyou.

Wen Yajun could sit idle no longer. He got out of his car and dashed towards them. He rushed up, shoved Yu Hanxi away, and then punched him, giving him a sound beating.

"Get lost, and stop pestering Dong Xiaoyou! If I see you again, I’ll kill you! Dong Xiaoyou, let’s go!" Without another word, Wen Yajun pulled Dong Xiaoyou and Xiao Mei away.

Once they were in the car, Dong Xiaoyou still felt somewhat uneasy.

Wen Yajun pulled Dong Xiaoyou into his arms. "Stop worrying. It’s all over now."

"Okay." Dong Xiaoyou nodded. Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "By the way, how are things with my brother?"

Wen Yajun fell silent for a moment before speaking. "I’ve already contacted Dong Jiahao. I hoped he would leave Ye Xiaoyu and get away from the Ye Family, but he hasn’t agreed yet."

"Hmm. Let me give him a call and ask him to come home for dinner. We can try to persuade him again," Dong Xiaoyou said, a dark gleam in her amber eyes.

"Okay," Wen Yajun nodded.

Dong Xiaoyou then phoned Dong Jiahao. "Jiahao, it’s your sister. Do you have time to come home for dinner?"

His mind on another woman, Dong Jiahao quickly replied, "I’m sorry, Sis, I’m busy tonight. I’ll come back for dinner in a few days and see you then."

With that, Dong Jiahao ended the call.

He thought of that woman, Mu Yuyan. She used to be the precious daughter of the Mu Corporation, but her family had gone bankrupt. He met her by chance and subsequently fell for her. He had taken the job as a bodyguard for Ye Xiaoyu of the Ye Family specifically to help Mu Yuyan pay off her debts.

Whenever Dong Jiahao thought of Mu Yuyan, his face would light up with a smile.

The rosy glow of dawn cast its colors on the completely secluded complex, making the red glazed tiles shimmer with golden brilliance under the light, instantly imparting a sense of grandeur.

Beneath the sunlight, a slender figure hurried towards the villa, entered, and pulled open the lavish double doors.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was held up on the way!" the girl blurted out as soon as she entered.

"Heh, so you finally decided to show up! My dear young lady," a sharp female voice pierced the air. The woman approached her, stuffed a rag into her hands, and squinted her eyes into slits. Her tone abruptly changed. "Hurry, clean this place up! Every inch of the floor needs to be spotless, not even a single crevice missed! Do you understand?"

The girl looked at the rag in her hands, dumbfounded. Wiping with a rag? Are they serious?

"Uh... Aunt Fu, don’t we have an automatic mop? That would be much faster! If I use this rag, who knows when I’ll finish?" the girl said helplessly, looking at her.

Aunt Fu looked at Mu Yuyan; her bright, pretty face couldn’t hide an undercurrent of innocence. Aunt Fu grinned, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

"’You see, Yuyan,’ Aunt Fu said, her voice laced with a sinister amusement, ’it’s not that I mean to make things difficult for you. The Young Master specifically instructed us to take special care of you, Miss Mu, so that you wouldn’t feel indebted to the Pan Family. It’s only fair to work for what you receive!’"

"Oh, I understand now," Mu Yuyan replied.

"Understand what?"

Mu Yuyan forced a smile. "Aunt Fu, I understand what you’re saying. Please thank Young Master Pan for me. I’ll work hard and won’t bring shame upon the Pan Family!" With that, she turned, picked up the rag from the floor, and headed into a bedroom.

As she wiped the floor, she grumbled under her breath, "What kind of nonsense Young Master Pan, just tormenting me! We have a perfectly good automatic mop, but no, he wants me to use this. Damn that Pan Haofei... I’ll wipe, I’ll wipe, I’ll wipe you out..."

Mu Yuyan crouched on the floor, wiping and cursing. Surprisingly, this method was remarkably effective, and she quickly cleaned a large area of the floor.

"Haha, done! Now for the next bedroom." Mu Yuyan grinned, revealing her pearly white teeth. Her cheeks were flushed, giving her a cute charm.

She stood with one hand on her hip, surveying the neat room. It was elegantly gorgeous, its luxury understated. Each corner was tastefully adorned, not with an accumulation of exquisite jade, but with the expressive brushwork of renowned artists.

Mu Yuyan looked at the paintings on the wall, lost in thought for a good while. Her eyes sparkled, and a peculiar sensation welled up inside her.

Heaven knows where these things came from! These were once my family’s most treasured possessions, now just decorations in someone else’s home. How ironic!

Mu Yuyan silently walked over, her slender fingers reaching out, tenderly touching the calligraphy and paintings, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. These were things I cherished, things I never imagined would end up in someone else’s house. If not for the sudden crash in Mu Corporation’s stocks leading to bankruptcy, the Mu family wouldn’t have come to this! Alas, such bad luck!