Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lin Meijuan looked at Shen Mochen’s calm and careless appearance. She felt helpless towards him, then she sighed and said, “Your grandfather asked for you again.”

“It is an honor to be remembered by him.” Shen Mochen turned away gracefully. His slender hand picked up the wine glass from the bar, and he calmly took a sip.

Calm, elegant, and noble-born, but cold and dark.

Compared to his temperament, Lin Meijuan was a little restless.

She stood in front of Shen Mochen and said clearly, “You haven’t had a girlfriend for so many years. What is the problem exactly? Now the outside world is saying that you are gay, and your grandfather is very angry. After all, what he cares about most is carrying on the family line.”

“Carrying on the family line?” Shen Mochen’s deep and remote eyes flashed maliciously. He gently shook the wine glass, and said jokingly, “Why don’t you ask him to reproduce himself. It would be quicker and the process would be enjoyable.”

Lin Meijuan angrily took the wine glass out of Shen Mochen’s hand and said, “Chenchen, I negotiated with your grandfather this morning. After all, you are the only legitimate child of the Shen family. He would show favoritism to you, of course. If you have a son, he would transfer the ownership of Shen Group to you.”

Son?

Shui Miaomiao’s heart skipped a beat.

Yanyan looked like him.

If he was his son, and if he wanted to take him back, she would be separated from her son.

If her son was not his, if he was the son of his brother, Yanyan would be in danger.

She was very attached to her son, and she couldn’t live without him.

Shui Miaomiao quickly closed the door, went to the window, and looked out of the window.

They were on the second floor. It wasn’t high. With the air conditioner filter box in the middle, she wouldn’t die.