Reborn: The Return of the Villainous Mr. Liu

Chapter 85 Just Who Are You?

Butler Mo scratched his chin. "Not exactly, young master."

Yating raised his brow on the other side. "Why do you sound confused, uncle?"

"Well, it's a little complicated. You see, Liu Nana and Chen Jianyu's wife, Chen Serena are sort of half-sisters. Not biologically but still. So Chen Yunru definitely has cousins from the Liu family not just because of his father's side but his mother's side too."

"Yeah."

"But Liu Nana also has an elder brother, Liang Shin from the Liang family. Which makes Chen Serena although not biologically but sort of his sister too. And then she herself has an elder brother, Huo Liwei from the Huo family."

Yating got his point.

"Ah. You mean to say Chen Yunru has cousins from the Liu, Liang and Huo families. Liang and Huo families because of his mother's side. So, the CEO could be any one of them."

"Yes. We cannot be really sure it's somebody from the Liu family. In fact, I said it might be a cousin, but it could be Chen Yunru's elder brother too. Chen Zixin, or it could be his father, Chen Jianyu too. I only know that they are related. So the CEO could be a cousin or his own brother or even his father."

Yating gave it a thought. "That's enough for me, Uncle Mo. I will find that out myself."

"Oh! That's a great idea. Today, all the families will gather for the celebration. This will make it easier. You don't need to worry about the invitation. Master has already received one."

Yating stiffened. "Dad is…coming tonight?"

Butler Mo naturally sensed the discomfort in his voice. "Yes."

He clenched the edge of the couch's armrest and felt a headache coming. If he could, he wouldn't want to be anywhere where his father was.

But Ai held priority right now. His eyes glinted with iciness.

I won't let this slide. You touched Ai. This will not end well for you.

"I don't care if he is there. I have more important matters to settle with Sky CEO tonight. I will do it even if I could possibly meet Dad."

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Today, Jun took a day off from the library. Ai decided not to go to the library either as she knew today was his parents' wedding anniversary and so, Jun must be feeling dispirited.

She thought about it, and her eyes beamed thinking of cooking the dinner herself. For breakfast and lunch, they had ordered takeouts. Clearly, Jun wasn't in any mood to cook.

I will cheer him up with food, she nodded to herself.

Her gaze softened remembering how Jun stayed by her side during her painful period days. She was physically and emotionally vulnerable and if not for his care, she would have felt even much more worse and sicker.

Ai hummed and quickly headed to the kitchen. She craned her neck and saw the door to his room was still closed. Jun hardly came out of his room today. She went back to cooking and as she was done a while later, she set the plates on the table.

I hope he likes it.

Jun's food was definitely fancier and tastier than Ai's.

Satisfied with her work, she promptly went and knocked on the door. But it didn't open. Ai waited and opened the door herself to peek.

"Jun? I made dinner…" _​

Jun wasn't inside. Then she heard the faint voice of shower running in the bathroom.

Oh.

Ai was about to close the door when her gaze fell on the gift box on the table. She remained unmoved.

As if something pulled her, she stepped inside his room. She picked the box in her hands and noticed a note on it which wasn't there before.

It was his home address.

Liu?

Ai wasn't someone who watched news that much, so she was unaware of the Liu family being the same family where the wedding anniversary was being held tonight.

She clutched the box in her hands. Jun could have sent it earlier in the day which would have already reached his home by now.

But clearly, something stopped Jun from doing so.

Neither Jun was attending the celebration, nor he sent the gift he prepared for his parents.

Ai felt a strange, an uncomfortable feeling bubbling in her chest as she stared at the box. She imagined Jun torn apart over his hesitation and confusion of sending this small gift box.

Hesitation towards one's own parents. Wasn't it just saddening?

Jun stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, steam wafting out of his freshly bathed skin and hair and tiny water droplets dripping down his firm, masculine chest. He noticed the door open and frowned in confusion.

How is it open?

Buttoning his shirt, he went into the living room. His nose immediately caught the food's aroma, and his attention shifted towards the dining table.

Ai cooked dinner tonight?

He tilted his head as he observed the pots and pans filled with food. The plates were all set, but Ai wasn't anywhere. He found a note on the table. He opened it and it read,

'I hope you like the dinner. I have to run an urgent errand. I will be back in sometime. You can go ahead and eat first. Don't wait for me.

Zhou Ai.'

He put the note aside and faintly smiled.

"Thanks for the dinner, but I will wait for you."

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Holding the gift box in her hand, Ai dazedly stood in front of the Liu family gates. Her mouth opened and closed a number of times, trying to digest what she was seeing.

It wasn't a small house or an apartment. Jun's home was a freaking mansion!

Ai checked the address again in case she misled herself. But it was correct no matter how many times she rubbed her eyes.

I knew Jun was rich seeing how he lives in a condo, but…he is THIS wealthy?

Her eyes were blinded by the lights and decorations that dazzled the mansion colorful and alive. The large fountain at the garden's center sparkled with rainbow colors under the night sky, making the air cool and pleasant. The path between the gates and the mansion was adorned with flowers so beautifully as if it was an entrance to a castle.

Wherever her gaze fell, she saw guests donned in expensive suits, dresses and jewellery, stepping out of a line of Limousines and Porsches. They had an air of elegance and sophistication around them.

Once again, the question bogged Ai's mind.

Just who are you, Jun?

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