How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 50 The Black Lotus Movie Emperor's Rich Mother
As soon as he got home, Shen Mo wanted to find an opportunity to escape.

Zhu Wen called him:

"Are you hungry? I didn't eat anything at the banquet just now."

Shen Mo shook his head decisively:

"Do not……"

Gululu.

His stomach protested loudly.

Shen Mo's whole face turned red in an instant.

"me……"

He was tongue-tied.

Zhu Wen didn't laugh at him, but just touched his head and asked if he could have some wontons in clear soup.

Shen Mo: "Okay."

It was late and the chefs had already gone off work.

Feng Siyi was at home, but Zhu Wen was not an unscrupulous capitalist and he would not wake someone up in the middle of the night just to make a bowl of wontons.

So Zhu Wen decided to do it himself.

Cooking...she is not good at it.

So she decided to seek help from outside.

'Little 2!'

233, who cried all night clutching a handkerchief because of the villain's tragic childhood, came online full of energy!

[Don't worry, host! With our combined strengths, we can definitely make an exquisite midnight snack! Heal your baby's heart with delicious food! ! ]

Exquisite?

Is this a description of food?

Zhu Wen is too lazy to complain about 233's idiom level, so he politely reminds me:

'I just want to make some wontons.'

233 Great Shock:

[What? Don’t we need to make chicken tofu, Buddha jumps over the wall, and boiled cabbage? I’ve even searched for the recipe! ]

The densely packed recipe of ten thousand words was reflected on Zhu Wen's retina.

Zhu Wen: "...Shut up. I want wontons!"

233 said "oh" in a wronged tone.

The ten thousand-word menu suddenly shrank to just a few dozen words.

The steps are simple because the wontons are made in advance and placed in the freezer by the chef.

So Zhu Wen only needs to boil water, throw in the wontons, and then prepare the soup base.

The problem is not big.

But Zhu Wen never expected that he would be stumped at the first step.

"The gas stove is broken?"

"Mom, open the safety valve."

Shen Mo interrupted suddenly.

Zhu Wen: “Safety valve?”

What it is?
Shen Mo reached out and pressed the stove.

A light blue flame suddenly burst out.

Zhu Wen touched his nose awkwardly.

"Puch."

Shen Mo smiled.

Zhu Wen was no longer embarrassed.

"What are you laughing at?"

She said confidently that it was normal not to understand such things!
Shen Mo shook his head, his eyes filled with broken stars:
"I just feel that my mother is different from what I imagined."

The sky called father that once hovered above his head was distant and unfamiliar, gloomy and uncertain, sometimes with violent storms and sometimes with ice and snow.

But now, the sky called mother has replaced it, and it is powerful, gentle and compassionate.

Sometimes... a little stupid.

But because of this, Shen Mo could feel something called "popularity" from her.

Finally, Zhu Wen and Shen Mo worked together to cook two bowls of clear soup wontons. Shen Mo was in charge of directing and Zhu Wen was in charge of the work.

The crying 233 was of little use.

On an exhausted night, eating a bowl of wonton soup is a wonderful and enjoyable thing.

The delicious soup flowed down the esophagus, and even the fingertips became warm.

Zhu Wen used a spoon to stir the chopped green onions in the soup and asked casually:
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Although he didn't say what it was directly.

But Shen Mo could understand.

He froze slightly and was unable to speak.

Zhu Wen didn't know how to have a heart-to-heart talk with a five-year-old child, so he could only try to use a light-hearted, nonchalant tone:

"Is it because you don't trust me?"

pat.

Tears as big as beans rolled down from Shen Mo's eyes and fell into the hot soup.

Zhu Wen was a little panicked:
"Momo, what's wrong?"

She looked everywhere for tissues to help Shen Mo wipe his face.

As a result, Shen Mo slowly raised his little face and looked at her stubbornly:
"Why did mom abandon me? Why didn't you come back to find me earlier?"

Zhu Wen was deeply touched.

Shen Mo didn't cry loudly, he just shed tears silently:
"I've been looking for you, but I can't find you..."

This is not even an accusation.

But it made Zhu Wen feel extremely uncomfortable.

She directly scooped Shen Mo up, held him in her arms, and stroked his back again and again:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Shen Mo struggled at first because he was shy.

But soon the warmth of Zhu Wen's embrace surpassed everything.

Warm, fragrant, soft...it's the smell of mom.

It was like a soul that had nowhere to go finally found a proper place to rest.

His tears flowed even harder.

Zhu Wen lowered his eyes and thought.

"Mother."

His muffled voice came from Zhu Wen's arms, interrupting her thoughts.

"Next time you leave, can you take me with you?"

Zhu Wen was silent for a long time.

Then answered:
"……it is good."

Zhu Wen originally thought that it was better not to tell children some things.

Now it seems that being abandoned by his mother is the biggest trauma in Shen Mo's heart.

Zhu Wen had to explain in a low voice:
"Momo, I have never abandoned you. There is another hidden story behind what happened back then..."
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Shen family.

After everyone left, only Shen Xuecheng and Zhao Qin were left in the living room.

Shen Xuecheng smoked one cigarette after another, and the air was filled with smoke.

Except for the time when the company faced financing difficulties, he has rarely encountered such a situation.

"I just got a dozen calls from people on the board demanding a solution by tomorrow morning."

Shen Xuecheng put out the cigarette.

The Shen family is called the Shen family, but it never belongs to Shen Xuecheng alone.

The power dynamics within the board of directors are complicated. In the past, Shen Xuecheng was the only one who had the final say in Shen's Group because he was outstanding enough.

But when faced with a crisis, those crocodiles that used to smile and seem to have no temper would show him their cold, pale fangs. If he showed any weakness, he would be devoured.

Shen Xuecheng looked at Zhao Qin coldly:

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Zhao Qin wanted to laugh.

Laugh at Shen Xuecheng's coldness and callousness;
Laugh at Shen Xuecheng's hypocrisy;
I also laugh at my own stupidity and naivety over the years.

She said sarcastically:

"What should I do? Haven't you already thought of a solution? Now you want to act innocent and let me speak first, right?"

Shen Xuecheng's eyes gradually became dangerous:

"Zhao Qin, remember, you were the one who did it. You just paid the corresponding price!"

"Then don't you, Shen Xuecheng, have to pay the price? You are his real father!"

"I didn't know."

"You can fool others with these words, but don't fool yourself! You didn't know about it? Then why are people scolding you online? Why did the company's board of directors ask you to give an explanation?"

"Zhao Qin!"

Looking at Shen Xuecheng's furious expression, Zhao Qin couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears came out.

"What? Are you going to treat me like you treated Zhu Wen? Threatening, intimidating, playing tricks, hiring someone to follow her... torturing her to the point of mental breakdown, making her almost unable to go out... aren't these all your usual tricks, Shen Xuecheng?"

(End of this chapter)