How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 397 The Most Disliked Actress's Mother in the Entertainment Industry (9)
Zhu Wen glanced at it casually and then paid no attention.

She took out a hair tie and gathered her hair up, tying it behind her head.

Her hair hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and due to neglect and lack of nutrition, it looked like a mess of weeds covering Zhu Wen's face, making her look even more gloomy.

Now Zhu Wen tied his hair up, which made his sallow and haggard face more clearly visible to others, but he looked much more energetic than before.

Zhu Wen looked at his loungewear again. Although it was called pajamas, it was actually loose-fitting and of good quality, and could even be worn as outerwear.

She happened to have no change of clothes, so she simply wore what she was wearing and went downstairs.

On the way here yesterday, Zhu Wen had already figured out the layout of the building pretty well.

She took the elevator to the first floor with practiced ease and went straight to the kitchen area.

This area is quite large and is divided into a Chinese kitchen and a Western kitchen.

It's seven in the morning, but people are already busy.

Zhu Wen had come hungry and was looking for food, but when he saw the group of people dressed in chef's uniforms, he was pleasantly surprised.

But who are these people preparing breakfast for?
"Ms. Zhu."

The voice sounded somewhat cold and indifferent.

Zhu Wen looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xie Ji sitting in front of the French windows.

He was exceptionally handsome, with a refined and elegant appearance.

He's just too cold. You can tell from his demeanor that he's a decisive and ruthless ruler.

Unfortunately, this had no effect on Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen walked past calmly.

"Thank you, sir."

She called out in a similarly distant tone.

Xie Ji couldn't help but lift his eyelids and look at her.

Zhu Wen noted:
"what happened?"

Xie Ji really wanted to ask—

Aren't you afraid of me?
Xie Ji has met many people, including Zhu Wen, who lives at the bottom of society.

These kinds of people either respect and distance themselves from him out of fear of offending him, or they desperately try to curry favor with him in order to gain benefits...

The reactions varied, but none were like Zhu Wen's. His eyes were as calm as a still lake, and he looked at Zhu Wen as if he were a stone.

Speaking of which, although Ms. Zhu has an ordinary appearance, her eyes are truly unique. They have neither the shrewdness of someone who has experienced the world nor the dullness that comes from being worn down by life.

What to say?

That's probably a kind of relaxed ease and composure, a feeling of being at ease with everything...

Just as Xie Ji's thoughts began to wander, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Oh, don't be afraid."

Xie Ji looked up in surprise and saw Zhu Wen meeting his gaze, pointing at his face and explaining.
"It's all written on their faces."

Xie Ji pursed his lips.

It was the first time he realized that he was someone who was easy to understand.

"Is Ms. Zhu hungry? Why don't we have breakfast together?"

With that, Xie Ji put down his coffee and tablet and stood up.

Zhu Wen had this purpose in mind, so he readily agreed.

When she followed Xie Ji into the restaurant, the housekeeper and nannies who were setting up breakfast were quite surprised.

Xie Ji remained calm, but Zhu Wen behind him was even calmer.

Xie Ji naturally took his seat:
"Prepare breakfast for Ms. Zhu as well."

The butler quickly recovered from his shock:
"Yes, sir, Madam Zhu, what would you like to eat?"

After the butler finished speaking, he felt that something was off.

This way of addressing people gives the impression of speaking to the lady of the house...

Ah, what is she thinking?
This Ms. Zhu looks old enough to be her husband's mother, how could she think such nonsense!

It's just that there was a strangely harmonious atmosphere between the two of them when they were walking back... Zhu Wen didn't stand on ceremony and said to order whatever he wanted, but directly ordered what he wanted to eat.

While they waited, Xie Ji across from them had almost finished eating.

His breakfast looked like it had been specially prepared by a nutritionist, and the portion was just enough to fill him up.

Zhu Wen only glanced at him and knew that this kind of person must be tired of being controlled by his appetite, so he kept a little bit of hunger to keep his mind more alert.

Being ruthless to oneself often leads to being even more ruthless to others.

If you think about it that way, it's not surprising that he had high expectations of Xie Huan.

It is estimated that in his own view, these are just the most basic requirements, and do not even meet his bottom line.

Xie Ji suddenly looked up.

Zhu Wen met his gaze without flinching.

Xie Ji put down his knife and fork:
"What does Ms. Zhu want to say to me?"

Zhu Wen nodded:

“Xiao Huan slept with me last night.”

Xie Ji narrowed his eyes:
"I know. And then what?"

Zhu Wen sensed his wariness, but her tone remained unchanged:
"When Mr. Xie got home last night, he was planning to comfort Xiao Huan, wasn't he?"

Xie Ji didn't respond this time, but quietly looked at Zhu Wen, as if wanting to see what she would say next.

Zhu Wen scoffed lightly:

"Don't be nervous. I just want to tell you, Mr. Xie, if you care about your niece, just say so directly. There's no need to beat around the bush. Xiao Huan is a sensitive and delicate girl; she won't understand your way of doing things."

Xie Ji's lips tightened slightly.

“Ms. Zhu, I am grateful that you helped Xie Huan, but that does not mean you have the right to educate my child.”

Zhu Wen leaned back lazily in his chair:

"Oh, do you have any education? I thought you just abandoned everything."

Zhu Wen's words were not sarcastic; they were simply calm.

But it struck Xie Ji's heart precisely.

A fleeting look of embarrassment crossed his face, and he remained speechless for a long time.

This is an extremely rare occurrence for someone who has always been assertive and domineering.

Of course, Xie Ji wanted to refute this.

He wanted to tell Zhu Wen that he hadn't done nothing.

After Xie Huan ran away from home, he had his secretary keep an eye on her safety and even sent bodyguards to protect her secretly. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for a pampered young lady like Xie Huan, who had no experience of the world, to be able to rent a place and work alone without any problems...

But what's the point of saying all this?
Negligence is negligence.

Should Xie Ji admit that he didn't understand the rental situation and never expected Xie Huan to encounter problems in the rented house?

What would have happened to Xie Huan if Zhu Wen hadn't intervened?
Xie Ji dared not think about it.

That was his deceased sister's daughter, and his only relative.

Even someone as hard-hearted as Xie Ji wouldn't dare say he was indifferent to what happened to Xie Huan.

“If it’s something that needs an apology, then apologize properly. Oh, don’t look at me, I’m not saying apologize to myself, I’m saying apologize to Xiao Huan.”

After Zhu Wen finished speaking, the breakfast she ordered arrived.

Steamed pork buns, plain noodles, soy milk, steamed sweet potatoes...

A dazzling array of breakfast dishes piled up on the table in front of Zhu Wen.

Xie Ji was somewhat surprised that Zhu Wen ate so much.

But Zhu Wen didn't care at all.

What she needs to do is to get her body in good shape, starting with gaining weight.

This body is far too thin and malnourished!
Zhu Wen was eating.

Xie Ji didn't leave either, but stared at it intently for a long time.