Chapter 128: What Would You Do If Lin Jingxuan Wasn’t Around Anymore?

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The butler, who was standing behind the elderly, nodded quietly and proceeded to scroll up the painting. A few years ago, a good friend of the old master had gifted the old man an ink painting depicting hundreds of shrimps. That painting would have taken the whole art world by storm if it had been on display. It had been a gift from his master’s first love, so it was definitely priceless. Even someone like him, who often followed the old man day in and out, could tell that the painting given to him by his granddaughter-in-law was a counterfeit. The texture of the watercolor paper alone already indicated that something was amiss about this piece of artwork.

“Who did you say she was again?” Old Master Lin asked, looking cold and stern.

Lin Jingxuan took a look at Gu Feirou and replied, “She’s my wife.”

“Wife? What about the girlfriend you had before?” Old Master Lin was really perplexed now. Don’t tell me the woman with Xiao Ye is really this chap’s ex-girlfriend?

The man in front of him furrowed his brows at the old man’s words. “Grandpa, what are you talking about? Xiao Rou is my only girlfriend, and I’m now engaged to her.”

“You’re engaged? How come I wasn’t informed?” The elder turned the volume of his voice up as he interrogated him.

“We only got engaged recently.”

If the old man had really wanted to keep tabs on his grandson, it would not have been difficult for him to find out about his recent engagement. In fact, he had never been that interested in this grandson of his. On the contrary, he was so biased toward Mo Jiangye that a stranger would have mistaken him for his real grandson.

Patriarch Lin slowly got up from his chair. Although the elder was 80, his youthful face and frame betrayed no signs of his age.

“When do you plan to get married?”

“No date has been set yet. I’ll definitely inform you once we have a date, Grandpa.”

The old man sized up Gu Feirou as he walked past her.

“Brother Jingxuan, Grandpa doesn’t seem to like me, does he?”

Caressing her head, he reassured her. “Don’t be silly. Why would he dislike you?”

Downstairs, Ye Erruo and Mo Jiangye were eating in a corner.

Every time the lady ate some food, the man would take a bite after her. He did the same when she had some of her drink.

Old Master Lin chose to observe the couple below from a deserted corner. From time to time, the young man would say something to the lady, but he could not make out their conversation. The old man did not know how his beloved grandson had managed to capture the girl’s heart, but he was glad that at least there was a woman to take care of him now.

Naturally, the intimacy between the couple below did not escape Lin Jingxuan’s eyes. Fury could be seen burning in his orb-like eyes.

“Brother Jingxuan, I’m going downstairs to use the washroom.” As Gu Feirou took her leave, she threw a sinister glance in the direction of Ye Erruo.

“Okay.”

The moment she stepped away, Lin Jingxuan took his drink and walked toward Ye Erruo, who was standing downstairs.

“How have you been recently, Xiao Ruo?” he asked, beaming warmly.

Mo Jiangye looked up abruptly, his expression cooling the instant he saw Lin Jingxuan.

Ye Erruo shot a mocking look at the man approaching her, took Mo Jiangye’s hand, and pulled him with her to another spot.

The smile on Lin Jinxuan’s face froze. Sullen, he put down the wine glass in his hand. As he watched the couple departing, he quietly took out his cell phone to send a video clip to a certain person.

Ding!

Ye Erruo’s cell phone alerted her that she had a new message. Mo Jiangye hurriedly took the phone out of her bag before she could do it.

The short video clip seemed…

“What is it?” The woman reached out to take the phone, but he put it away before she could touch it.

“It’s nothing.”

“Let me see.”

A chill shot through his spine as he quickly stuffed the device into his inner pocket.

“Let me have a look.”

He caught hold of her hand and gave her a penetrating look. “What would you do if Lin Jingxuan was gone? What would you do if, one day, he was gone?”