Divorce and flash marriage, CEO ex-husband regrets heartbreak

Although he is at the age of childish innocence, he is filled with the vicissitudes of life and the sense of old age, which makes people's heart ache.

But Di Guanwei was born cold-blooded and heartless, so he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he looked relieved towards Mo Lan.

"Okay, Great Grandpa, I hope I'm not mistaken. Come here, then. I'll test you and see what you've learned in the past three years."

"Yes." Mo Lan stepped forward obediently.

"Take a look at all these documents and tell me what you think after you've read them."

"There are also several translations of these. Pay attention to the details. They need to be in different languages."

"The Di family is involved in many projects, and now your grandfather is expanding into overseas markets, so language barriers are a problem. When your grandfather was your age, he already knew 24 languages, and you..."

"I can cook 36 kinds." Mo Lan spoke in a childish voice, without any arrogance. His calm tone sounded as if he was saying: I have eaten.

When Di Guanwei heard her say that, his serious face showed admiration. "Well, I knew you were better than your grandfather. Let's get started."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of rustling papers could be heard in the study.

Mo Lan was watching very seriously. Di Guanwei was very satisfied to see that she was so focused and determined at such a young age.

Very good, he had said at the beginning that it was okay to have average talent, and age was her biggest advantage. Now it seems that he was right, this is what the heir of the Di family should be like.

Calm! Wise! Strong determination! Serious and focused!

Outside the study.

Lu Mian put his ear to the door to listen for any movement, but he could hear no sound. He was so anxious that he almost turned around in circles.

How could there be no sound? The master and the young lady had been inside for quite a while, so this shouldn't be possible.

How about he find an excuse to go in and take a look? But what excuse could he find?

"Butler Lu, why are you here?" Suddenly, a servant's voice came from behind.

Lu Mian turned around and saw her holding the coffee. He quickly took it and said, "Did the master ask you to make it? Please leave. I'll take it."

The servants were more than happy to do so, after all, they were all afraid of Di Guanwei.

So Lu Mian took advantage of the coffee and knocked on the study door.

"Come in." A deep voice sounded, and Lu Mian opened the door with a click.

As soon as he took a step, he heard a hearty and deep laugh. "Hahaha, not bad, Mo Lan, you really didn't disappoint Grandpa. Tell me what reward you want. As long as it's not something that will discourage you, Grandpa will give it to you."

Hearing this, Lu Mian felt the urge to punch Di Guanwei in the face. He gritted his teeth in hatred. What a demoralizing thing? He really wanted to ask a three-year-old what was a demoralizing thing?

"Is anything okay?" Mo Lan asked.

Di Guanwei nodded.

"Then Mo Lan wants to raise a cat."

The air was dead silent for a few seconds, and Lu Mian was so nervous that he almost knocked over the coffee on the tray.

Sure enough, the next second, Di Guanwei's cold and horrified voice rang out, "Cats are taboo in the Di family. Mo Lan, I'll let it go since this is your first offense, but if you dare to ask for those despairing things again, you'll kneel in the ancestral hall."

Seeing him angry, Mo Lan's dim eyes flashed with a slight sense of loss, "I'm sorry, great grandfather."

"I'm sorry, it's useless. Let me ask you again, what reward do you want?" The voice was majestic and very cold.

Finally, Mo Lan lowered her head, her beautiful eyes losing focus. "The Art of War."

Lu Mian: “…”

"Mo Lan, you are already three years old and no longer a crying baby, so you don't need your great-grandfather to teach you what to say and what not to say."

Di Guanwei looked at Mo Lan, who lowered his head, with a cold face and an overly stern expression.

Hearing this, Lu Mian, who was holding the tray next to him, clenched his hands and restrained himself slightly. What was he restraining? Naturally, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist and throw the tray over Di Guanwei's head.

You said he was buried up to his neck in the earth, and he didn't understand why you had to be so harsh and strict with a three-year-old child.

Not only does he control and influence other people's lives, he also wants to make them into puppets.

Lu Mian really felt sorry for Mo Lan, and his heart was almost broken.