Chapter 1092: The Vagabond Artist, Wen Fenglin
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yu Lili and Ou Ming turned their heads at the same time. When they saw who was standing behind them, Ou Ming was filled with disbelief. “Mom…” he called out weakly.
Yu Lili had never met Jiao Ziqing before, but she had heard her voice. When she heard Ou Ming’s weak tone, her heart dropped too. She wanted to just hide in a hole, and she subconsciously took a step back when she saw Jiao Ziqing.
Jiao Ziqing looked at Ou Ming with infuriation written all over her face. “Didn’t you say that you were having a get-together with Li Sicheng? So, this is Li Sicheng?”
Yu Lili suddenly felt despondent when she heard Jiao Ziqing’s words. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked towards Ou Ming.
Ou Ming was speechless, but as he glimpsed the curious looks turning their way, he calmed himself and spoke, “Mom, this is an art exhibition. Let’s speak at home.”
“Xiao Jiao, why are you so angry? Come on, calm down before you speak.” The voice of a middle-aged man piped up from behind Jiao Ziqing. The voice was raspy as if the speaker had a sore throat.
They looked over, and it was a middle-aged man indeed. He looked like he was in his forties. A pair of shades were covering his eyes, and his white hair was gathered in a ponytail. Two dimples appeared beside his smile as he walked over. This individual had a serene disposition, and his figure was slightly plump. In addition, he was dressed in an old-fashioned, gray tunic.
Very clean-looking, very neat, but also full of personality.
His hands were rough, and he wore a slightly tarnished silver ring on his left hand. The design was very simple, but on his hand, it was inexplicably appropriate.
Jiao Ziqing turned her head and saw that it was Wen Fenglin. Her anger did not abate, and she retorted, “How do you expect me not to be angry? This is the woman I mentioned to you who keeps lingering around my son! Instead of spending her youth well, here she is throwing herself around as a mistress. Didn’t your parents teach you to respect yourself? You even coerced my son to lie? Meeting Li Sicheng? He was clearly meeting you!”
When Ou Ming heard this, the respectful expression on his face immediately darkened. He took a step forward and blocked Yu Lili with his frame. Furious, he said, “Mom, your words are very insulting. She is my girlfriend, not a mistress!”
“Ha! Well-done you! Now you’re arguing with me over this woman? Do you even recognize me as your mother!” Jiao Ziqing was so livid that her eyes reddened. She was about to rush up and give Ou Ming a good lesson when someone held her back.
She turned her head and saw that it was Wen Fenglin.
Wen Fengling tugged her back by her coat and told her, “Speak nicely, Xiao Jiao. You were a lot calmer in the past. Why are you being so impulsive now?”
“You don’t understand the situation. This woman is vicious! Not only has she bewitched my son, she even schemed…”
“That’s enough.” Wen Fenglin cut Jiao Ziqing’s off mid-sentence, and whatever Jiao Ziqing was about to say trailed off.
People around had started to take notice of the commotion and were looking over. Wen Fengling’s smile was gone. “Whatever you have to say, wait till you’re inside to say it,” he instructed.
Yu Lili stood rooted in her original spot, feeling very uncomfortable.
Ou Ming had already removed his outer coat and used to it cover Yu Lili’s face. He lightly pushed Yu Lili along and whispered in her ear, “I think my Mom has some misunderstandings regarding you. Let’s go in and resolve it.”