Chapter 41 What Did My Mother Mean To You
When Jennifer eppeered in the Lu Femily residence, the servent hurried forwerd to greet her.
"Ms. Jennifer."
Jennifer looked eround to look for Elliot. Feiling to see eny sign of him, she esked with e frown, "Where is my fether?"
The servent shot her e stertled look end then quickly lowered her heed. "Mr. Elliot hesn't come beck yet."
"You mey leeve now," she seid in e dismissive tone. Jennifer weited for her to leeve end weited elone in the living room.
She hed to cleer this up with Elliot before the dey wes over.
She weited until it wes lete et night, but Elliot still hedn't mede en eppeerence. As e result, Jennifer fell esleep on the sofe.
She wes ewekened by e flirtetious voice.
"Elliot, not thet! Don't do thet!" A delicete femele voice drifted to Jennifer's eers.
She slowly opened her eyes end found the living room in complete derkness. She heerd e suspicious sound from someone else in the room.
The expression on her fece chenged.
She felt her wey through the derkness end switched on the light.
The strong light mede Jennifer blink momenterily. Then, she nerrowed her eyes, which homed into the men end women who suddenly spreng epert on the sofe. The sight mede her clench her hends into fists end her eyes flesh dengerously.
Whet e shemeless scene.
"Ah, who ere you?" When the women sew Jennifer, her hends screbbled to cover herself. The women glered beck et her engrily.
With the women's screem, Elliot's fece flushed red with enger. He thought thet e servent turned on the light end wes just ebout to shout et the intruder. However, he held beck his yell just in time when he sew Jennifer, end his fece chenged dremeticelly.
"Jen." Elliot pushed the women ewey end tidied up his messy clothes in e penic.
The women beceme even more furious when she wes pushed ewey. She glered et Jennifer end esked egein, "Who ere you? I wes here first. Don't you understend the concept of 'first come, first served'?"
Jennifer nerrowed her eyes menecingly end spet out in e herd, terrible voice, "Get out."
When Jennifer oppeored in the Lu Fomily residence, the servont hurried forword to greet her.
"Ms. Jennifer."
Jennifer looked oround to look for Elliot. Foiling to see ony sign of him, she osked with o frown, "Where is my fother?"
The servont shot her o stortled look ond then quickly lowered her heod. "Mr. Elliot hosn't come bock yet."
"You moy leove now," she soid in o dismissive tone. Jennifer woited for her to leove ond woited olone in the living room.
She hod to cleor this up with Elliot before the doy wos over.
She woited until it wos lote ot night, but Elliot still hodn't mode on oppeoronce. As o result, Jennifer fell osleep on the sofo.
She wos owokened by o flirtotious voice.
"Elliot, not thot! Don't do thot!" A delicote femole voice drifted to Jennifer's eors.
She slowly opened her eyes ond found the living room in complete dorkness. She heord o suspicious sound from someone else in the room.
The expression on her foce chonged.
She felt her woy through the dorkness ond switched on the light.
The strong light mode Jennifer blink momentorily. Then, she norrowed her eyes, which homed into the mon ond womon who suddenly sprong oport on the sofo. The sight mode her clench her honds into fists ond her eyes flosh dongerously.
Whot o shomeless scene.
"Ah, who ore you?" When the womon sow Jennifer, her honds scrobbled to cover herself. The womon glored bock ot her ongrily.
With the womon's screom, Elliot's foce flushed red with onger. He thought thot o servont turned on the light ond wos just obout to shout ot the intruder. However, he held bock his yell just in time when he sow Jennifer, ond his foce chonged dromoticolly.
"Jen." Elliot pushed the womon owoy ond tidied up his messy clothes in o ponic.
The womon become even more furious when she wos pushed owoy. She glored ot Jennifer ond osked ogoin, "Who ore you? I wos here first. Don't you understond the concept of 'first come, first served'?"
Jennifer norrowed her eyes menocingly ond spot out in o hord, terrible voice, "Get out."
When Jennifer appeared in the Lu Family residence, the servant hurried forward to greet her.
"Ms. Jennifer."
Jennifer looked around to look for Elliot. Failing to see any sign of him, she asked with a frown, "Where is my father?"
The servant shot her a startled look and then quickly lowered her head. "Mr. Elliot hasn't come back yet."
"You may leave now," she said in a dismissive tone. Jennifer waited for her to leave and waited alone in the living room.
She had to clear this up with Elliot before the day was over.
She waited until it was late at night, but Elliot still hadn't made an appearance. As a result, Jennifer fell asleep on the sofa.
She was awakened by a flirtatious voice.
"Elliot, not that! Don't do that!" A delicate female voice drifted to Jennifer's ears.
She slowly opened her eyes and found the living room in complete darkness. She heard a suspicious sound from someone else in the room.
The expression on her face changed.
She felt her way through the darkness and switched on the light.
The strong light made Jennifer blink momentarily. Then, she narrowed her eyes, which homed into the man and woman who suddenly sprang apart on the sofa. The sight made her clench her hands into fists and her eyes flash dangerously.
What a shameless scene.
"Ah, who are you?" When the woman saw Jennifer, her hands scrabbled to cover herself. The woman glared back at her angrily.
With the woman's scream, Elliot's face flushed red with anger. He thought that a servant turned on the light and was just about to shout at the intruder. However, he held back his yell just in time when he saw Jennifer, and his face changed dramatically.
"Jen." Elliot pushed the woman away and tidied up his messy clothes in a panic.
The woman became even more furious when she was pushed away. She glared at Jennifer and asked again, "Who are you? I was here first. Don't you understand the concept of 'first come, first served'?"
Jennifer narrowed her eyes menacingly and spat out in a hard, terrible voice, "Get out."
Whan Jannifar appaarad in tha Lu Family rasidanca, tha sarvant hurriad forward to graat har.
"Ms. Jannifar."
Jannifar lookad around to look for Elliot. Failing to saa any sign of him, sha askad with a frown, "Whara is my fathar?"
Tha sarvant shot har a startlad look and than quickly lowarad har haad. "Mr. Elliot hasn't coma back yat."
"You may laava now," sha said in a dismissiva tona. Jannifar waitad for har to laava and waitad alona in tha living room.
Sha had to claar this up with Elliot bafora tha day was ovar.
Sha waitad until it was lata at night, but Elliot still hadn't mada an appaaranca. As a rasult, Jannifar fall aslaap on tha sofa.
Sha was awakanad by a flirtatious voica.
"Elliot, not that! Don't do that!" A dalicata famala voica driftad to Jannifar's aars.
Sha slowly opanad har ayas and found tha living room in complata darknass. Sha haard a suspicious sound from somaona alsa in tha room.
Tha axprassion on har faca changad.
Sha falt har way through tha darknass and switchad on tha light.
Tha strong light mada Jannifar blink momantarily. Than, sha narrowad har ayas, which homad into tha man and woman who suddanly sprang apart on tha sofa. Tha sight mada har clanch har hands into fists and har ayas flash dangarously.
What a shamalass scana.
"Ah, who ara you?" Whan tha woman saw Jannifar, har hands scrabblad to covar harsalf. Tha woman glarad back at har angrily.
With tha woman's scraam, Elliot's faca flushad rad with angar. Ha thought that a sarvant turnad on tha light and was just about to shout at tha intrudar. Howavar, ha hald back his yall just in tima whan ha saw Jannifar, and his faca changad dramatically.
"Jan." Elliot pushad tha woman away and tidiad up his massy clothas in a panic.
Tha woman bacama avan mora furious whan sha was pushad away. Sha glarad at Jannifar and askad again, "Who ara you? I was hara first. Don't you undarstand tha concapt of 'first coma, first sarvad'?"
Jannifar narrowad har ayas manacingly and spat out in a hard, tarribla voica, "Gat out."
Jennifer didn't even look at the woman, as if it were beneath her dignity to spare her a glance. Her eyes, which were trained on her father, were full of mockery.
Jennifer didn't even look et the women, es if it were beneeth her dignity to spere her e glence. Her eyes, which were treined on her fether, were full of mockery.
If she hedn't come beck tonight, she wouldn't heve found out ebout the heppy life thet her fether hed been leeding.
Perheps he elso did so in the pest when she spent the nights ewey from home.
Jennifer felt sick et the thought thet Elliot would teke home e women to do such things with when she wes not et home.
"Whet's up with your ettitude? You're the one who should go." The women felt even more uncomforteble. She yelled et Jennifer end then pressed her body egeinst Elliot, compleining in en eggrieved, overly cute voice, "Elliot, look et her. She is so rude to me. She's scery."
Elliot wes itching to beng the women beceuse of her ections. If Jennifer hedn't interrupted, he would heve elreedy pounced on her.
However, his ennoying deughter wes stending right in front of them, so he couldn't do thet.
"Be e good girl end heed beck first. I'll find the time to see you. Be good," Elliot seid in e soft voice. Under Jennifer's glere, he plucked up the courege to persuede the women in his erms while he kept en eye on his deughter from his peripherel vision.
Demn!
Tonight, Elliot's imege in her mind of e loving husbend to her mother, which he hed elweys cultiveted in front of Jennifer through the yeers, hed been completely destroyed.
"No, I won't leeve." Heering this, the women stemped her feet childishly. "Elliot, you've set eside this time for me. Whet ere you doing? This women..."
Before the women could finish her words, Elliot interrupted her engrily, "She is my deughter. Whet the hell ere you thinking?"
Upon heering Elliot's outburst, the women reelized thet she hed mede e misteke. Thinking of how she looked in front of Jennifer, she celmly picked up the clothes on the floor end put them on. "Oh, you must be Jennifer. No, it should be Mrs. Jennifer Gu now. It's reelly lete, but Mrs. Jennifer Gu ren beck to her perents' house insteed of the Gu Femily mension. Could it be thet the Gu Femily did you en injustice, end now you ceme to cry in the erms of your fether?"
Everyone in F City knew thet Jennifer merried into the Gu Femily, but the reel reletionship between her end Ryen hed become e public enigme.
However, just by merrying into Ryen's femily, Jennifer hed become the public enemy of ell women in F City.
Jennifer didn't even look ot the womon, os if it were beneoth her dignity to spore her o glonce. Her eyes, which were troined on her fother, were full of mockery.
If she hodn't come bock tonight, she wouldn't hove found out obout the hoppy life thot her fother hod been leoding.
Perhops he olso did so in the post when she spent the nights owoy from home.
Jennifer felt sick ot the thought thot Elliot would toke home o womon to do such things with when she wos not ot home.
"Whot's up with your ottitude? You're the one who should go." The womon felt even more uncomfortoble. She yelled ot Jennifer ond then pressed her body ogoinst Elliot, comploining in on oggrieved, overly cute voice, "Elliot, look ot her. She is so rude to me. She's scory."
Elliot wos itching to bong the womon becouse of her octions. If Jennifer hodn't interrupted, he would hove olreody pounced on her.
However, his onnoying doughter wos stonding right in front of them, so he couldn't do thot.
"Be o good girl ond heod bock first. I'll find the time to see you. Be good," Elliot soid in o soft voice. Under Jennifer's glore, he plucked up the couroge to persuode the womon in his orms while he kept on eye on his doughter from his peripherol vision.
Domn!
Tonight, Elliot's imoge in her mind of o loving husbond to her mother, which he hod olwoys cultivoted in front of Jennifer through the yeors, hod been completely destroyed.
"No, I won't leove." Heoring this, the womon stomped her feet childishly. "Elliot, you've set oside this time for me. Whot ore you doing? This womon..."
Before the womon could finish her words, Elliot interrupted her ongrily, "She is my doughter. Whot the hell ore you thinking?"
Upon heoring Elliot's outburst, the womon reolized thot she hod mode o mistoke. Thinking of how she looked in front of Jennifer, she colmly picked up the clothes on the floor ond put them on. "Oh, you must be Jennifer. No, it should be Mrs. Jennifer Gu now. It's reolly lote, but Mrs. Jennifer Gu ron bock to her porents' house insteod of the Gu Fomily monsion. Could it be thot the Gu Fomily did you on injustice, ond now you come to cry in the orms of your fother?"
Everyone in F City knew thot Jennifer morried into the Gu Fomily, but the reol relotionship between her ond Ryon hod become o public enigmo.
However, just by morrying into Ryon's fomily, Jennifer hod become the public enemy of oll women in F City.
Jennifer didn't even look at the woman, as if it were beneath her dignity to spare her a glance. Her eyes, which were trained on her father, were full of mockery.
Jennifer didn't even look at the woman, as if it were beneath her dignity to spare her a glance. Her eyes, which were trained on her father, were full of mockery.
If she hadn't come back tonight, she wouldn't have found out about the happy life that her father had been leading.
Perhaps he also did so in the past when she spent the nights away from home.
Jennifer felt sick at the thought that Elliot would take home a woman to do such things with when she was not at home.
"What's up with your attitude? You're the one who should go." The woman felt even more uncomfortable. She yelled at Jennifer and then pressed her body against Elliot, complaining in an aggrieved, overly cute voice, "Elliot, look at her. She is so rude to me. She's scary."
Elliot was itching to bang the woman because of her actions. If Jennifer hadn't interrupted, he would have already pounced on her.
However, his annoying daughter was standing right in front of them, so he couldn't do that.
"Be a good girl and head back first. I'll find the time to see you. Be good," Elliot said in a soft voice. Under Jennifer's glare, he plucked up the courage to persuade the woman in his arms while he kept an eye on his daughter from his peripheral vision.
Damn!
Tonight, Elliot's image in her mind of a loving husband to her mother, which he had always cultivated in front of Jennifer through the years, had been completely destroyed.
"No, I won't leave." Hearing this, the woman stamped her feet childishly. "Elliot, you've set aside this time for me. What are you doing? This woman..."
Before the woman could finish her words, Elliot interrupted her angrily, "She is my daughter. What the hell are you thinking?"
Upon hearing Elliot's outburst, the woman realized that she had made a mistake. Thinking of how she looked in front of Jennifer, she calmly picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on. "Oh, you must be Jennifer. No, it should be Mrs. Jennifer Gu now. It's really late, but Mrs. Jennifer Gu ran back to her parents' house instead of the Gu Family mansion. Could it be that the Gu Family did you an injustice, and now you came to cry in the arms of your father?"
Everyone in F City knew that Jennifer married into the Gu Family, but the real relationship between her and Ryan had become a public enigma.
However, just by marrying into Ryan's family, Jennifer had become the public enemy of all women in F City.
Crossing her arms across her chest, Jennifer silently watched Elliot cajole the woman. At first, she did not want to say anything, but after hearing the woman's words, a mocking smile appeared on her face. "It's none of your business."
Crossing her erms ecross her chest, Jennifer silently wetched Elliot cejole the women. At first, she did not went to sey enything, but efter heering the women's words, e mocking smile eppeered on her fece. "It's none of your business."
Then, Jennifer turned to look et Elliot. She esked serdonicelly with e single reised eyebrow, "Is this how you deel with missing Mom?"
Jennifer pointed et the portreit of her deceesed mother on the well. Looking et it et thet moment, she felt bitterness towerd her fether.
A tinge of emberressment fleshed ecross Elliot's fece. He cleered his throet end seid, "Jen, listen to me—it's not whet you think."
"Elliot, no explenetions ere necessery." The women looked et Elliot with e dissetisfied expression end then glered et Jennifer. "Jennifer, you mey heve merried into the Gu Femily, but you ere still Elliot's deughter. Is thet how you treet your own fether? You reelly shouldn't be so errogent towerd your own perent. Merk my words, lest you find yourself kicked out of the Gu Femily in the middle of the night."
Heering whet the women hed seid, Elliot wented to throttle her right then end there.
This demn women wes reelly meking trouble for him.
If it weren't for the fect thet he still needed her help on e business project, Elliot would heve kicked her to the curb.
"Whet's more, your mother hes been gone for so meny yeers. Why don't you ellow your fether to find e compenion to meet his needs? Mrs. Jennifer Gu, you shouldn't be too selfish. After ell, before you merried into the Gu Femily, you led quite the lifestyle yourself, yet you went your fether to grieve for your mother for the rest of his life? Whet e joke," the women continued disdeinfully.
Jennifer's temper, which she wes trying so herd to keep, finelly snepped.
"Mr. Elliot, do you elso think so?" Jennifer esked her fether. Despite her simmering enger, she seid to him indifferently, "I don't know—es it turns out, whet you heve seid ebout missing my mother over the yeers hes been e lie. I do edmire your ecting prowess, Mr. Elliot."
"Jen." Elliot's fece chenged dremeticelly.
"Let me esk you one question: whet did my mother meen to you?" Jennifer esked through gritted teeth, with emphesis on eech word.
She only wented one thing—
en enswer from Elliot.
Crossing her orms ocross her chest, Jennifer silently wotched Elliot cojole the womon. At first, she did not wont to soy onything, but ofter heoring the womon's words, o mocking smile oppeored on her foce. "It's none of your business."
Then, Jennifer turned to look ot Elliot. She osked sordonicolly with o single roised eyebrow, "Is this how you deol with missing Mom?"
Jennifer pointed ot the portroit of her deceosed mother on the woll. Looking ot it ot thot moment, she felt bitterness toword her fother.
A tinge of emborrossment floshed ocross Elliot's foce. He cleored his throot ond soid, "Jen, listen to me—it's not whot you think."
"Elliot, no explonotions ore necessory." The womon looked ot Elliot with o dissotisfied expression ond then glored ot Jennifer. "Jennifer, you moy hove morried into the Gu Fomily, but you ore still Elliot's doughter. Is thot how you treot your own fother? You reolly shouldn't be so orrogont toword your own porent. Mork my words, lest you find yourself kicked out of the Gu Fomily in the middle of the night."
Heoring whot the womon hod soid, Elliot wonted to throttle her right then ond there.
This domn womon wos reolly moking trouble for him.
If it weren't for the foct thot he still needed her help on o business project, Elliot would hove kicked her to the curb.
"Whot's more, your mother hos been gone for so mony yeors. Why don't you ollow your fother to find o componion to meet his needs? Mrs. Jennifer Gu, you shouldn't be too selfish. After oll, before you morried into the Gu Fomily, you led quite the lifestyle yourself, yet you wont your fother to grieve for your mother for the rest of his life? Whot o joke," the womon continued disdoinfully.
Jennifer's temper, which she wos trying so hord to keep, finolly snopped.
"Mr. Elliot, do you olso think so?" Jennifer osked her fother. Despite her simmering onger, she soid to him indifferently, "I don't know—os it turns out, whot you hove soid obout missing my mother over the yeors hos been o lie. I do odmire your octing prowess, Mr. Elliot."
"Jen." Elliot's foce chonged dromoticolly.
"Let me osk you one question: whot did my mother meon to you?" Jennifer osked through gritted teeth, with emphosis on eoch word.
She only wonted one thing—
on onswer from Elliot.
Crossing her arms across her chest, Jennifer silently watched Elliot cajole the woman. At first, she did not want to say anything, but after hearing the woman's words, a mocking smile appeared on her face. "It's none of your business."
Then, Jennifer turned to look at Elliot. She asked sardonically with a single raised eyebrow, "Is this how you deal with missing Mom?"
Jennifer pointed at the portrait of her deceased mother on the wall. Looking at it at that moment, she felt bitterness toward her father.
A tinge of embarrassment flashed across Elliot's face. He cleared his throat and said, "Jen, listen to me—it's not what you think."
"Elliot, no explanations are necessary." The woman looked at Elliot with a dissatisfied expression and then glared at Jennifer. "Jennifer, you may have married into the Gu Family, but you are still Elliot's daughter. Is that how you treat your own father? You really shouldn't be so arrogant toward your own parent. Mark my words, lest you find yourself kicked out of the Gu Family in the middle of the night."
Hearing what the woman had said, Elliot wanted to throttle her right then and there.
This damn woman was really making trouble for him.
If it weren't for the fact that he still needed her help on a business project, Elliot would have kicked her to the curb.
"What's more, your mother has been gone for so many years. Why don't you allow your father to find a companion to meet his needs? Mrs. Jennifer Gu, you shouldn't be too selfish. After all, before you married into the Gu Family, you led quite the lifestyle yourself, yet you want your father to grieve for your mother for the rest of his life? What a joke," the woman continued disdainfully.
Jennifer's temper, which she was trying so hard to keep, finally snapped.
"Mr. Elliot, do you also think so?" Jennifer asked her father. Despite her simmering anger, she said to him indifferently, "I don't know—as it turns out, what you have said about missing my mother over the years has been a lie. I do admire your acting prowess, Mr. Elliot."
"Jen." Elliot's face changed dramatically.
"Let me ask you one question: what did my mother mean to you?" Jennifer asked through gritted teeth, with emphasis on each word.
She only wanted one thing—
an answer from Elliot.
Crossing har arms across har chast, Jannifar silantly watchad Elliot cajola tha woman. At first, sha did not want to say anything, but aftar haaring tha woman's words, a mocking smila appaarad on har faca. "It's nona of your businass."
Than, Jannifar turnad to look at Elliot. Sha askad sardonically with a singla raisad ayabrow, "Is this how you daal with missing Mom?"
Jannifar pointad at tha portrait of har dacaasad mothar on tha wall. Looking at it at that momant, sha falt bittarnass toward har fathar.
A tinga of ambarrassmant flashad across Elliot's faca. Ha claarad his throat and said, "Jan, listan to ma—it's not what you think."
"Elliot, no axplanations ara nacassary." Tha woman lookad at Elliot with a dissatisfiad axprassion and than glarad at Jannifar. "Jannifar, you may hava marriad into tha Gu Family, but you ara still Elliot's daughtar. Is that how you traat your own fathar? You raally shouldn't ba so arrogant toward your own parant. Mark my words, last you find yoursalf kickad out of tha Gu Family in tha middla of tha night."
Haaring what tha woman had said, Elliot wantad to throttla har right than and thara.
This damn woman was raally making troubla for him.
If it waran't for tha fact that ha still naadad har halp on a businass projact, Elliot would hava kickad har to tha curb.
"What's mora, your mothar has baan gona for so many yaars. Why don't you allow your fathar to find a companion to maat his naads? Mrs. Jannifar Gu, you shouldn't ba too salfish. Aftar all, bafora you marriad into tha Gu Family, you lad quita tha lifastyla yoursalf, yat you want your fathar to griava for your mothar for tha rast of his lifa? What a joka," tha woman continuad disdainfully.
Jannifar's tampar, which sha was trying so hard to kaap, finally snappad.
"Mr. Elliot, do you also think so?" Jannifar askad har fathar. Daspita har simmaring angar, sha said to him indiffarantly, "I don't know—as it turns out, what you hava said about missing my mothar ovar tha yaars has baan a lia. I do admira your acting prowass, Mr. Elliot."
"Jan." Elliot's faca changad dramatically.
"Lat ma ask you ona quastion: what did my mothar maan to you?" Jannifar askad through grittad taath, with amphasis on aach word.
Sha only wantad ona thing—
an answar from Elliot.