Chapter 813 - How Had Her Daughter Attracted Such an Oddity? (1/2)

Nian Qingshan was vexed. No wonder Nian Qingyun had always wanted to find a way to stuff Nian Junting back into her womb. She had her reasons.

…

At 9:00 p.m., Nian Junting left the gala and got back into his Maybach.

Lu Kang asked, “Mr. Nian, how did tonight go?”

“Initially my mother had already taken a liking to me, but Nian Qingyun got in the way of things.” Nian Junting sighed deeply.

Lu Kang, “…”.

Lu Kang scoffed to himself. Calling her your ‘mother’, Mo Jin might just slap you if she heard.

Ten minutes later, Lu Kang said, “Mr. Nian, we’re being followed by a car.”

“Since the gala?”

‘Yes.” Lu Kang nodded. “At the traffic light just now, I took a look in the rearview mirror. It’s a black Benz. It might be Mo Jin’s car.”

Nian Junting sighed to himself, “Drive to the front. I think there’s a fruit store ahead. Make a stop there.”

“You’re buying fruit?”

“Mm hm. I need to keep up the part of a good husband,” Junting answered.

“…”

Was he addicted to acting?

After Lu Kang pulled up, Nian Junting got off the car and walked into the fruit store.

Although he enjoyed fruit, he rarely bought them himself. Most of the time, it was Sister Lan or housekeeper Wu’s job to buy them. As for the times he went to Luosang’s apartment, he would only accompany her to purchase goods from the supermarket. He would leave her in charge of choosing the items, but would pay for the items and carry them.

There was quite a variety of fruit in the store. He picked up a bag and began filling it with grapes, raisins, peaches, cherries etc.

After about five minutes, Mo Jin’s silhouette appeared in the peripheries of his vision.

“What a coincidence. Are you here to buy fruit too?” Nian Junting asked as he stood up.

Mo Jin looked at the fruit in his hand and asked, “Do you buy fruit often?”

“Mm, I have no choice. The girlfriend loves fruit.” Nian Junting said nonchalantly, “She especially loves grapes. I have to peel the skin off every time she has them.”

The corner of Mo Jin’s lips curled into a smile. He had a strange expression in his eyes.

Nian Junting was afraid that he had said too much and might be suspicious, so he turned around to proceed to the cas.h.i.+er.

After paying for his fruit, Nian Junting said, “Take your time, I’m going to go first.”

“Hold on.” Mo Jin followed him out.

“Is there anything else?” Nian Junting came to a halt.

“You already know who I am, don’t you?” Mo Jin’s lips were curled in a vague smile.

The midsummer breeze brushed past Nian Junting’s handsome face, but his expression was frozen like stone.

“You must have done your research on me.”