Mr Manoban's Daring Wife 2 [Jenlisa]

Chapter 207: Who Bullied You

The lively chatter in the air died down faster than the speed of light. It was so sudden that Jennie was confused by it. It was as if these people knew something she did not.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion to most of the people. The enormous door was pushed open, accompanied by a gust of winter air in the midst of spring. The room was so quiet that everyone could hear the small yet rough sound of footsteps approaching from not far off. He walked with the confidence of an Emperor towards his rightful throne, his tailored suit hugging his body flawlessly, enhancing his impeccable figure. He looked at no one except his grandfather.

Everyone paled in comparison to him, no other single man could match up to his fine physique. It was as if their body moved on a silent command from him, people stepped back to allow a wider opening for the expressionless Lisa to walk through. When he passed by them, the people held their breath. They were overwhelmed by the majestic air around him that placed him on a higher pedestal as if he was an immortal from the heavens coming down to bless the mere mortals with his presence.

Lisa stopped before Elder Manoban. "Grandfather," He nodded his head in acknowledgment, a gesture that the common people would never dare do. Everyone, no matter their age or position, always bowed before the old man. Lisa never did.

"Where is my birthday wishes?" Hojin Manoban's lips quirked into an amused smirk, highly entertained by his grandson's behavior. Aloof as always, the chilliness of his eyes resembled that of a never-melting glacier.

Lisa monotonously said, "May you live on with good health and prosperity."

A sound rumbled its way up Hojin Manoban's chest, traveling up his throat, a deep chuckle filled with fondness, before transforming into thunderous laughter was heard, booming off the walls, scaring everyone.

"Unenthusiastic as always."

Lisa did not reply back.

Jennie did not think their exchange would be so... unfamiliar, nothing like how a normal grandson and grandfather would interact. But, then again, was anything ever normal in the life of the rich?

"The least you could do to convince me was cracking a smile." Hojin Manoban chided. He became even more amused when Lisa did not follow his suggestion. If it was anyone else, that person would've been shot dead on the spot, but this was his grandson, and the very boy he raised.

To see Lisa was so heartless, even in front of his grandfather, Hojin Manoban was proud and content with this behavior, for he was the one who instilled such a mindset into the man.

Hojin Manoban was glad he exposed his grandson to things too gruesome for a child to witness, or else this man would not have such a heart of stone.

"To fake a smile is to insult you." Lisa replied, his words a slap to many people who wore fabricated expressions in front of the elder.

Hojin Manoban's frigid face became warm, filled with affection. "Of course, child. How could I forget?" Seeing that his grandson did not disappoint him, his mood improved as his eyes swept around him and landed on Jennie for the briefest second before his head tilted to the obedient woman standing beside him.

"You've yet to greet your secretary."

"Since when do I lower myself to glance at insignificant things?"

Hojin Manoban was silent for a split second before he broke out into a fit of highly pleased laughter that was hearty and throaty. Truly this grandson of his was one of his finest masterpieces.

Chou Tzuyu was deeply offended by Lisa's words. He was never this harsh to her in the past. She shrank back a bit when several pairs of eyes, filled with judgment, landed upon her, silently mocking her.

"Good...good." Elder Yang quietly murmured to himself.

"If that is all, grandfather, I will be excusing myself." Lisa walked off, not taking notice of his woman who suddenly turned her back towards him as if hiding from him.

He made his way to his family who arrived a while ago. Somi was nowhere in sight, but his younger brother most certainly was. Even as Lisa approached the table, Jackson was flirting with a group of women that were intently listening to everything he was saying, their high-pitched giggles irritating Lisa.

Seeing as it was their grandfather's birthday banquet, Lisa did not want Jackson to make a fool out of himself.

As Lisa passed by his younger brother, he grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him to his seat.

Jackson slumped into his chair, a small pout on his lips. "But brother, those ladies were totally attracted to me!" He huffed, "The prettiest one in the group was offering me her number!" He threw his hands up.

"It's in the database." Lisa sat down, indifferent to his younger brother as well.

Jackson already knew he had more than enough connections to get the number of any woman on this planet. "But that ruins the fun of obtaining it! Some things are more entertaining when you work hard for it."

"Only for you to discard them later on." Lisa lazily replied.

"Well, I never said I would keep them." Jackson shrugged, "Toys are meant to be tossed away once you're done with them."

He opened his mouth to speak again but yelped in pain when someone smacked him on the back of his head. He swirled around to see his obnoxious little sister preparing to swing her purse again, the darn gems nearly piercing his scalp. "Woah there tiger, let's put the weapon down, alright?"

Somi glowered at him, "You shouldn't talk about women like that."

"And you—" Jackson paused when he noticed her make-up was slightly smudged, her eyes puffy, and her cheeks slightly damp. Instantly, the carefree and happy-go-lucky expression on his face morphed, in a snap of a finger. He was livid.

"Who did it?!" He snarled, standing up. "Who bullied you?"

Lisa pretended to not care about the issue while leisurely drinking the tea, but his ears were on high-alert. Would blood be spilled tonight? So soon? He guessed it was time to put his new gun to the test. Or perhaps the men in the Underworld base would like a new target to practice on.

Somi sniffed, her shoulders hunched over a bit as she sat down, not wanting to talk. "It's nothing."

"I'll find out eventually. Just spit out the name." Jackson pulled up a chair beside her and sat down, his murderous face had a tinge of worry to it. He tried to be gentle with her and whispered, "Don't worry, no harm will come your way if you tell me who it is."

He patted her back, "Big brother will handle it, alright?"

Somi slowly nodded, yet her mouth was still clamped shut. She did not want to reveal what happened as it was too painful to even think about it. She was played yet again. It was always the same damn thing! Why couldn't people love her for who she is? Why do they only care about the benefits she could bring them? Fame, money, wealth, and power — these were just a handful of the selfish things that people wanted from her.

"Don't pout, Somi, grandfather will worry if he sees you like this." Jackson quietly whispered, his heart throbbing with pain at the sight of her defeated face, so broken that it was beginning to chip away at his heart.

"Cheer up, alright? I'll deal with the problem." He tapped a long finger onto her nose. "And all you have to do is stand there and look pretty."

Somi quietly nodded, leaning her head on her brother's shoulder. There were times he was beyond irritating with his constant teasing, pranks, and bullying. The two always bickered like cats and dogs, but in the eyes of these siblings, only they could bully each other. No outsider could even dare attempt such a thing.

An attack on Somi was an attack on all of the siblings.