Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Tiantian, did Makino call you?"

Mu Yunzhu finally remembered her son. It was so late and Jian Muye had not returned yet. He would not be able to make it in time to see Jian Yunzhang off to his final resting place, right?

Although Mu Yunzhu had no feelings for Jian Yunzhang at all, it would be really bad if it got out that his own son didn't even rush back to see his father for the last time when he was critically ill.

Thinking of this, Mu Yunzhu's resentment towards Jian Yunzhang increased. He was about to die but still so restless. She never wanted to meet this heartless man again in her next life or the next.

Lu Tian said:

"I called him this afternoon but he didn't answer. I left him a message, but he never called back. I called again just now, and it was Shi Zhu who answered."

"Shi Zhu?" Mu Yunzhu's voice rose. "Muye probably still doesn't know his father is dying. Shi Zhu definitely hasn't told him what happened at home."

Lu Tian was a little confused:

"Why did Shi Zhu block this news? Isn't she afraid of delaying Jian Muye's last meeting with the old man and being blamed by Jian Muye?"

Mu Yunzhu sneered: "You are not a mistress, so of course you don't understand the thinking of mistresses. Those people are all mentally ill, and their thinking is different from that of normal people."

Mu Yunzhu felt her teeth itching when she thought of that little devil Shi Zhu, and couldn't help but remind her daughter-in-law:

"Tiantian, Shi Zhu is no ordinary girl. She's very greedy. What she wants is not Jian Muye's secretary position, but your position as Mrs. Jian."

She looked at Lu Tian with a look of comfort and said sincerely:

"But don't worry, you are my most valued daughter-in-law. Since Zhu has fallen into my hands, I will help you deal with it. You just need to be at ease and give birth to a grandson and granddaughter for me. Jian Muye's side will definitely be clean."

Lu Tian was naturally happy that someone was helping to clean up the trash:

"Thank you, Mom."

As for having children, forget it.

Mu Yunzhu looked at the time. It was already past ten o'clock. If Jian Muye hadn't boarded the plane by now, he might not be able to make it back tonight.

She sighed:

"No one with the surname Jian is worry-free."

After complaining, she called her son.

This time Jian Muye finally answered the phone. His voice sounded a little dull, obviously he had been drinking.

Mu Yunzhu was so angry:

"Well, that little bitch Shi Zhu really didn't tell you anything."

"Jian Muye, your father is dying. Everyone has come to say goodbye, and you, his biological son, are the only ones left. He's about to breathe his last. If you can't get back tonight, you'll be criticized."

Jian Muye frowned:

"Mom, what did you say?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Shi Zhu who was beside him.

Shi Zhu immediately explained:

"It's like this, Mr. Jian. My wife did call you this afternoon and said that the old man at home is dying and asked you to go back quickly."

"But you have a dinner date with Mr. Jia tonight, and the project you worked so hard on is about to succeed. I don't want all your hard work and efforts to go to waste..."

Jian Muye interrupted her in a deep voice:

"what have you done?"

As he spoke, he went to look through the call records. Shi Zhu quickly said:

"I, I deleted all my wife's call records and messages."

Even Fang Zhuo was surprised: "Shi Zhu, are you crazy?"

Shi Zhu said stubbornly: "I did this all for President Jian and the Jian family. I did nothing wrong."

Jian Muye glanced at Shi Zhuo gravely and told Fang Zhuo in a deep voice:

"Buy your plane ticket and go to the airport now."