The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 533 - 548: Don’t mess with me, go back tomorrow and prepare for the wedding properly
"Make sure you’ve hidden your fox tail well, don’t let me catch any of your tricks."
Wen Yichen looked at her with cold eyes, calmly wrapped the towel around himself.
"You don’t think I’m some kind of monster, do you? I just want to live a good life with you."
Wen Yichen said nothing more, walked past her indifferently, and took clothes from the wardrobe in the bedroom: "Go out, I’m going to change clothes."
"Okay, remember to come downstairs for breakfast in a bit," Jian Ru said sweetly, then turned to open the door and left the room.
Wen Yichen dressed himself, took out his phone, checked Qin Mi’s social media, and then went downstairs for breakfast.
He sat down in the chair next to Han Xi, quietly eating breakfast on the table, without giving Jian Ru a single glance.
Grandma frowned at Wen Yichen: "Don’t give me any trouble, go back tomorrow and properly prepare for the wedding. Settle down and get married by the end of the month."
"Whoever thinks she’s great should marry her," Wen Yichen continued eating without even looking up.
"You ungrateful brat, are you trying to make me angry? If you don’t get married, don’t even think about getting a penny of my inheritance."
"I don’t want it, you can donate it all."
Grandma was really infuriated by Wen Yichen, clutched her chest and couldn’t speak for a long time.
Han Xi nudged Wen Yichen with his elbow, signaling him to stop talking.
Nearby, Jian Ru quickly poured a cup of water for Grandma: "Grandma, don’t be angry. If Yichen doesn’t want to have the wedding, then we won’t. It’s not important."
Grandma held Jian Ru’s hand, shook her head helplessly: "Grandma can’t let you be wronged, the wedding has to happen."
Wen Yichen took a sip of milk, took earphones from his pants pocket, put them on, and got up to go to the living room.
Grandma was almost infuriated to death by her grandson. When he didn’t want to talk, he’d wear headphones to listen to music, without caring what anyone said.
"Grandma, I just called my brother. He said he’ll be here soon. Let’s clean up and get ready to go to the cemetery."
At this point, Han Xi didn’t know how to comfort Grandma, so he steered the conversation away.
"Okay, your uncle and aunt took an early morning flight. They should have arrived by now."
While Grandma was speaking, the doorbell rang, and Sister Zhang wiped her hands and went to open the door: "Whom are you looking for?"
"I’m Wen Yichen’s father."
Wen Anbang nodded politely to Sister Zhang and then entered with his wife Zhang Linmiao.
As Sister Zhang was about to close the door, Song Yan also came in from outside.
Upon hearing the sound, Grandma held Han Xi’s hand and came out from the dining room: "You’re here. Anbang, these are the children your sister left behind."
Wen Anbang put down his suitcase, eyes reddening: "This girl looks exactly like my sister, cast from the same mold. You’ve suffered all these years."
"Uncle, aunt, my brother and I have been doing well. Let’s go sit in the living room."
"Okay."
Everyone sat down in the living room. Wen Anbang had Han Xi tell him many things about Wen Qin. His bond with his sister had been strong since childhood, and after hearing from Grandma the night before that Wen Qin had passed away, he found it hard to accept.
Around nine-thirty, everyone went to the cemetery together. Grandma looked at Wen Qin’s photo on the tombstone, crying heartbrokenly, while Han Xi and Zhang Linmiao helped her up from the ground, constantly comforting her.
