CEO Daddy Begs Mommy for Remarriage

Mu Wanqing looked up at the hospital room and saw that there were no female family members inside, she also knew it would be inappropriate to enter, so she pursed her lips and quietly waited to the side.

Rushed footsteps sounded from behind her, as high heels clicked rapidly approaching.

Mu Wanqing gave a cursory glance and knew who it was.

Thinking of last night's discomfort, she did not greet Lu Kejun.

Of course, Lu Kejun ignored her as well.

"Godmother, how is Grandpa doing? I just got the news and rushed over from the studio," Lu Kejun anxiously stood still and asked with concern.

Jiang Lijuan looked at her goddaughter and smiled kindly, reassuring her, "Grandfather's condition has temporarily stabilized, but the situation isn't looking good. The doctors are discussing treatment options with your godfather and the others."

Lu Kejun, dressed in haute couture, with delicate makeup and a perfect hairstyle, exuded the luxurious air of a wealthy wife from head to toe.

When the other members of the Wen Family saw her, they all nodded and greeted her, and she returned the smiles.

As Jiang Lijuan finished speaking, the concern on Lu Kejun's refined face deepened. "I'll go in to see Grandpa."

"Ah—"

Jiang Lijuan quickly spoke up but was too late to stop her.

Lu Kejun opened the door and went in.

On the hospital bed, the Wen Family's elderly patriarch, who had been ill for many days, looked obviously thinner and haggard.

Seeing a girl enter, he thought it was Mu Wanqing and immediately turned to look.

Instead, it was Lu Kejun.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?" Lu Kejun held the old man's hand, tears instantly falling as she asked with a choked voice.

Wen Zhan's gaze met the woman's, their eyes locking with a significant expression.

The old Mr. Wen nodded slightly and said slowly, "I'm alright... Don't you worry."

Wen Zhan, seeing the woman's tears, pulled a tissue from the bedside table and handed it over.

Lu Kejun accepted it, "Thank you, Zhan ge (brother Zhan)."

Old Mr. Wen looked at his most favored grandson and lifted his hand, "Wen Zhan..."

"Grandpa, I'm here." The man immediately bent down, taking the old man's thin hand into his own.

"Is Qingqing here yet?"

Lu Kejun's complexion changed subtly, she pursed her lips—the old man's mind was completely focused on that ugly duckling.

Wen Zhan said, "She's here, outside."

"Call her in. I have something to say..."

"Alright."

Wen Zhan placed the elderly man's hand back under the blanket and turned to walk toward the door of the hospital room.

Seeing her son come out, Jiang Lijuan was slightly startled, "Ah Zhan, why..."

Before she could finish, she saw her son look toward his wife and slightly nod his chin, "You come in, Grandpa is asking for you."

Mu Wanqing was startled and pointed to herself, "Looking for me?"

Wen Zhan's expression darkened, likely disdained by her foolish appearance.

Seeing her husband's face harden, Mu Wanqing confirmed she didn't misunderstand and hurriedly stepped forward.

Wen Zhan grabbed her hand, giving her a start and tightening her chest.

However, before she had a chance to comprehend what this meant, they had already arrived at the bedside.

"Grandpa, Wanqing is here."

Old Mr. Wen saw his granddaughter-in-law, his face softened, and a slight smile appeared, "Girl... you've worked hard, taking care of two children, hardly getting any sleep... You look even thinner."

Mu Wanqing, seeing the old man like this, instantly thought of her own grandfather on his deathbed, and tears flowed before she could speak.

Lu Kejun, standing on the other side of the bed, saw her silent and weeping, frowned, and said, "Grandpa is talking to you, why are you crying? He's fine, isn't he?"

Mu Wanqing did not respond to her, she didn't even give her a proper glance.

She quickly wiped her tears away, cheered up, and a smile also appeared on her face, "Grandpa, I'm not tired. We have a nanny and maids at home. The two children are very obedient, they sleep after eating, and play when they wake up, I'm really not tired at all..."

Old Mr. Wen smiled, "Silly child, what mother isn't tired?"

As he spoke, the old man's gaze turned stern as he looked at his grandson, "Wen Zhan, you are a husband, and also a father, this responsibility... you must shoulder it well... Otherwise, you'll let down the Wen Family ancestors."

Wen Zhan's expression was cool, but he was respectful, "Grandpa, I remember your words."

After he finished speaking, he moved his hand closer to Mu Wanqing's, touched her slightly, and she immediately understood, saying synchronously, "Grandpa, rest assured and recover, Zhan treats me very well, the children are also doing well, don't worry."

"Mm, that's good..." Old Mr. Wen was satisfied and then looked toward the other side, "Kejun..."

Lu Kejun hadn't expected the old man to still notice her, so she quickly put on a smile and took the old man's hand again, "Grandpa, what is it?"

Old Mr. Wen paused, his voice low, "You and Xinchen... should have a child too. A man will only settle down and take on responsibility when he becomes a father. That way, your little household will be stable..."

At these words, both Lu Kejun and Wen Zhan's expressions became somewhat awkward.

It was clear that he was pointing at them.

Telling them to each maintain their own families, to have a sense of boundaries after marriage, not to muddle things, and to avoid scandal.

Lu Kejun's face turned red with embarrassment, clearly uncomfortable, yet she pretended to be puzzled and said with a laugh, "Don't worry, Grandpa, we're planning on it. Take care of your health, and later you can name our child."

"Good, good..." The old man nodded contentedly, raised his hand, "Go ahead with your affairs, no need to stay with me... I'm tired, I want to sleep..."

The old man closed his eyes, and the roomful of people began to exit one by one.

Wen Zhan's father, Wen Jianghe, glanced at the crowded corridor and gestured with his hand, "You all can disperse, the old man's condition has stabilized for now, it's alright."

Wen Zhan's phone rang, still business matters.

After he took the call, he looked at Mu Wanqing, "Let's go, time to go back."

After saying that, he turned to walk towards Lu Kejun, instructing the woman in front of his wife, "You too should get busy, don't trouble Xinchen, no need to come back."

Lu Kejun nodded, "Okay, I'll call him right away."

Wen Zhan did not look back at his wife, his long legs taking him straight out.

Mu Wanqing hurried to follow.

As she passed by Lu Kejun, she intended not to give her even a glance, but Lu Kejun spoke first, "Don't get me wrong about last night, it was just business entertainment, there were many people there."

Mu Wanqing sneered inwardly, thinking Wen Zhan really had poor taste to be interested in such an insubstantial woman.

She responded coolly, "I'm not mistaken, it's no secret that he likes you. In his heart, only you are worthy of the title of Mrs. Wen."

At these words, Lu Kejun's proud face suddenly became tinged with sadness, and she said after a moment of silence, "It's fate playing tricks on us, I've always seen him as a brother, the one I've loved has always been Gu Xincheng."

"That's something you should tell him, see how he's in agony, how stimulating."

Mu Wanqing's cold-blooded reply clearly irked Lu Kejun, her face changed and, lowering her voice, she said angrily, "You're now husband and wife, you should be nicer to him, not wishing for his heartache."

Mu Wanqing lifted her gaze, "Has Mrs. Gu finished lecturing?"

"You—" Lu Kejun was so angered by her attitude that she clenched her fists, but then let go, saying, "As Mrs. Wen, you should also pay attention to your image. With you looking sloppy like this, how could Wen Zhan like you? He'd be embarrassed to even give you a glance!"