Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 383: It’s God’s Business to Make People Happy. It’s My Business To Make You Suffer

Han Wangwang received Jiang Zhen’s message and took a look. She asked Jiang Zhen, [Where are you? Will you be in danger?]

After sending the message, Han Wangwang asked Han Yueyun, “Dad, is the person who sent the thing to me dangerous?”

Han Wangwang left immediately and didn’t even have dinner. Han Yueyun felt bad that his daughter was still hungry. He took off his suit and went to the kitchen to make dinner for his daughter.

Hearing Han Wangwang’s question, Han Yueyun sighed and said, “How can it not be dangerous to be involved in such matters?”

Hearing that, Han Wangwang was even more worried about Jiang Zhen’s situation. She asked Jiang Zhen on WeChat: [Do you want to come to my place? I’ll get my father to send people to protect you.]

Perhaps Jiang Zhen was too busy to reply.

When there was no reply, Han Wangwang threw her phone aside and went to the fridge in the kitchen to search for something to eat. She searched through the fridge but found no ice cream. She asked her father, “Don’t you eat ice cream?”

“Only kids love that kind of thing.”

Han Wangwang curled her lips nonchalantly and said, “Once you left, my mom bought two large boxes of ice cream from the fridge. She eats them every day at noon and at night.”

Han Yueyun put down the knife, narrowed his eyes, and asked her, “Did your mother secretly eat ice cream?”

“Mmm.”

“This person...” Han Yueyun immediately wiped his hands and went to the living room to make a call.

Han Wangwang stood in the kitchen with her ears pricked up. She could hear her father lecturing Lin Jiao-er earnestly. On the other end of the phone, Lin Jiao-er was like an obedient child, nodding non-stop.

After Han Yueyun finished speaking, Lin Jiao’e asked him, “Where did your daughter go?”

“... Mm.”

“What for? She even lied to me, saying that she was going to the Math Olympiad teacher’s place to practice questions. This girl!”

Han Yueyun looked back at Han Wangwang and explained vaguely, “She missed me, so she came to see me.”

“She still has to study tomorrow!”

“Alright, I’ll get the chauffeur to send her back tomorrow.”

“You always indulge her.”

Han Yueyun talked to his wife for a few more minutes before hanging up.

He put down the phone and saw that Han Wangwang was secretly eating sour radishes. He told her, “The driver gave this to me. The sour radishes made by his mother taste good. I often eat this.”

“Your life is really tough. You eat radishes every day.” Then, Han Wangwang threw another piece of radish into her mouth.

Han Yueyun picked up the knife and continued cutting the vegetables. As he cut, she said, “How did you pass the security check with that thing on your back?” If the airport found that she had powder in her bag, it would be strictly screened.

Han Wangwang said, “I called Great-grandpa and told him about this. Great-grandpa personally informed the people at the airport.” Han Wangwang could distrust others but she trusted Great-grandpa Han Miaoyu 100%.

“No wonder.”

Han Yueyun’s culinary skills were not considered good. He only made a flat plate of sour radishes and stir-fried shredded meat along with a bowl of egg soup. It was a meal.

Han Wangwang was not picky with her food. She had eaten her fill and saw that Jiang Zhen had not replied to her message. She could not help but worry for him.

Han Wangwang sent another message to Jiang Zhen: [Hey, you haven’t told me your name.]

Jiang Zhen stood by the sea and looked at the turbulent sea below the cliff. He heard his phone ring again. He looked down at the text message and did not reply. He immediately deleted it.

There was no need for trash like him to be involved with such an outstanding girl.

Jiang Zhen had just deleted his WeChat when he heard footsteps. Poison Scorpion had come down with his hand.

He turned around and looked at the four or five men behind him.

Jiang Zhen stared at Poison Scorpion for two seconds before shifting his gaze to Poison Scorpion’s right hand. He had used this right hand to shoot Duan Wuyang and throw him out into the cold sea.

“Little mouse, go to the lampstand, steal oil and eat, you can’t come down. Meow meow meow, the cat is here, roll down.” Poison Scorpion started singing. The tune was very funny, and the way he looked at Jiang Zhen was full of ridicule.

Obviously, in his eyes, Jiang Zhen was that little mouse that went to the lampstand to steal oil and eat. And he was that awe-inspiring cat.