My ex-boyfriend is looking forward to my bankruptcy

Chapter 107 1 Family

Mu Jingyan's engagement this time was extremely grand.

In just a few days, all the important people in the tobacco market received his wedding invitations.

Even the Pei, Han, and He families, who were far away in Yuncheng, arrived in Yanshi a day in advance.

On Thursday afternoon, except for the He family, everyone including Mu's father gathered at the Xi family's old house.

The reason why Mr. Mu came this time was actually to discuss something with Mr. Xi. Mr. He was more than ten years older than them, and they used to be brothers.

Now that they are in-laws, it is unreasonable to continue calling him that. However, until now, he does not know whether the other members of the He family know Shi Jun's identity.

It is even more uncertain whether the He family should be placed in the main seat among the in-laws at the engagement banquet.

"Brother Mu, I can't get the answer from you. You should talk to Brother He."

"I called Brother He, but he said it was inconvenient," Father Mu said with a sigh. "It's inconvenient for him. Do you think he's not allowed to reveal Shi Jun's identity?"

What a mess this is. Can't you just give a straight answer on the phone? Instead, you have to make people guess.

Xi's father frowned along with him, and then looked determined.

"He said it was inconvenient, so don't set up the in-laws' main table. You've already called and asked, but they're the ones who won't express their opinion. Even if you really think about it, you're the one who's in the right."

After saying this, Xi's father felt distressed about Shi Jun's identity.

"Shi Jun and his mother have suffered a lot since childhood. If they don't recognize him, then so be it. But you, please don't mistreat him."

"Of course. I agreed to this marriage because I like this child."

At Yueting Villa, a week has passed. Shi Jun is still taking the anti-inflammatory medicine prescribed by Doctor An, but he has stopped the intravenous drip since yesterday.

He now has a rosy complexion and looks a little fatter than before. There is a little more flesh on his angular face, which makes his face look whiter.

"Junjun, come and try on these suits."

Mu Jingyan came from the cloakroom opposite with several suits.

Shi Jun was sitting on the balcony. When he heard his voice, he turned around with an impatient look on his face and glanced at him.

"Aren't they all custom-made? What's there to try on? Also, could you please stop calling me Junjun? It makes my hair stand on end."

"Then what should I call you? Baby?"

Fuck, ever since he stopped opposing this marriage, Mu Jingyan seemed like a different person.

Although sometimes, she would still say things that would make him angry to death, just like before, and she would also say a lot of corny words that would give him goose bumps instantly.

Shi Jun planned to ignore him and continue looking at his phone. Mu Jingyan came over and half pushed and half hugged him into the bedroom.

"Try on the clothes first. White, pink, blue. Which one do you like best?"

The white dyed with red is too eye-catching and would scare people. Shi Jun casually pointed to the set next to the white one.

"Blue."

"I like you in white."

"Then why are you asking me?"

Shi Jun wanted to return to the balcony again, but Mu Jingyan grabbed him and put the white shirt on him.

"Tomorrow is our engagement day, can't you serve some snacks?"

"Did I beg you to get engaged?" Shi Jun said, then thought of something and looked up at him. "Mu Jingyan, we're getting engaged, and you invited the principal and teachers from my school. What does that mean?"

"Also, you took the candy to the school and distributed it all without telling me. What were you thinking?"

"Now everyone in the school knows that I'm getting engaged tomorrow. This whole afternoon, the class group and the roommate group have been discussing my engagement. Do you really enjoy watching others talk about me?"

"What's wrong with letting them share in the joy of the happy event?" Mu Jingyan said, also staring into his eyes. "You didn't have another lover in school while you were with me, did you?"

Shit, Mu Jingyan is a person with a serious mental illness. His mother was critically ill at the time, so how could he have the mind to talk about love?

Shi Jun simply looked away, closed his eyes, and let him take the suit jacket and try them on himself one by one.

Feeling a chill on his waist, Shi Jun suddenly opened his eyes, but he was still not as fast as Mu Jingyan.

"Mu Jingyan, are you sick? Why are you taking off my pants?"

Mu Jingyan picked him up and put him on the bed: "Try on the length of your pants too."

"Are you bored? Didn't you just make a gesture?"

"I'm really bored." Mu Jingyan stopped helping him put on his pants halfway and leaned over to look at him. "We haven't done it for more than half a month. We're getting engaged tomorrow. How about we do it tonight?"

"Don't worry, I will be careful and won't hurt you."

"You are so beautiful, don't even think about it, it would be better if you suffocate to death."

"So cruel? We're getting engaged tomorrow, and we're officially husband and wife, and you're just so desperate for your husband to be well?"

What the hell is my husband? Shi Jun pushed him aside, stepped on the floor, and pulled up half of his pants.

"See? It's custom-made, how could it be too short?"

"You're a little fat. I need to fatten you up a little more."

Shi Jun glanced at him, picked up the pajamas he had just taken off, and suddenly thought of something, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Mu Jingyan, we're getting engaged tomorrow. Do we need to sleep separately tonight?"

“It’s not that complicated.”

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished by a single sentence. Shi Jun changed into his pajamas and threw the trousers he had just worn on him.

"It's not that complicated. Why are you getting engaged?"

Just after seven o'clock in the morning, relatives came to the villa one after another. Shi Jun was still asleep and was woken up by Mu Jingyan.

"Get up, wash up, and eat. I'll take you to meet your relatives. The makeup artist should be here later."

"Will the He family come here, or go directly to the hotel?"

"They," Mu Jingyan snorted disdainfully, "They won't come."

"But don't worry, I have prepared a "big gift" for the He family today."

"What do you want to do?"

Mu Jingyan smiled at him without answering. There were so many important guests at the banquet, which was why Mr. He was unwilling to even come over.

When Shi Jun and his mother were kicked out of the He family, it was a family scandal. Old Man He wanted to protect the reputation of the He family, but how could Mu Jingyan easily let go of the opportunity to slap them in the face?

When Shi Jun came down from upstairs, the relatives downstairs looked at him one after another. This was the first time that the relatives of the Mu family had met him. Many of them looked at him with curiosity, scrutiny and inquiry.

When Mu's father saw him walking downstairs, he waved to him kindly.

"Junjun, come here."

Mu's father took him to meet all the relatives. Just when Shi Jun thought they could go to the restaurant for dinner, Mu's father winked at the housekeeper and took him to sit on the sofa.

"Junjun, I should have let you review the betrothal gifts a few days ago. I've been so busy these days that I've delayed it until now. You won't blame Dad, will you?"

"Dad?" It was such an unfamiliar name that before Shi Jun could express his feelings, Mu's father continued with a smile.

"It just so happens that so many relatives are here today. I'll hand the betrothal gifts to you as a witness. From now on, we are truly a family."

In fact, Mu's father had prepared the betrothal gifts a few days ago, but because Shi Jun had no relatives there, he only put it on this morning.

One was to let the relatives be witnesses, and the other was to tell Shi Jun that the Mu family valued him and that all the fatherly love he had lacked in his childhood would be given to him twice as much in the future.