Yun Feiyang just frowned upon his mother’s attempt to climb the social ladder and did not say anything.
Seizing the opportunity, Yun Mu then said to him, "Feiyang, Feixue is getting married. How about you? I think Xiangxiang really likes you, and you two are a good match. Why don’t you decide on it sooner rather than later?"
"Mom, there’s no rush with my affairs, let’s talk about it later," Yun Feiyang said lightly.
Yun Mu sighed softly and did not press him. After all, he had already broken up with An Ruo, so she had nothing to worry about.
"Master, madam, young master, miss, Mr. Tang has sent someone to tailor-make jewelry for the miss," a servant came in at that moment and excitedly told them.
Yun Feixue immediately stood up with joy and said, "Let them in quickly."
After work, by the time An Ruo got home, it was already dark.
She pulled out her keys to open the door, only to be shocked to see a man sitting in the living room, which made her gasp in surprise and drop her keys on the floor.
Tang Yuchen was slouched on the couch, arms crossed, and flashing her a faint smile, he said, "I thought you would scream."
An Ruo, after steadying her emotions, said angrily, "How did you get in?! Get out, who let you in?!"
"Your landlord gave me the keys, so I came in," he said, flashing a set of keys in his hand.
"How could the landlord give you the keys?!"
Just then, An Ruo’s phone rang; it was the landlord calling.
She frowned slightly with a bad premonition, answered the call, and indeed she heard the landlord say, "Miss An, I’m really sorry, but I’ve decided to not rent the house to you anymore."
An Ruo, shocked, asked, "Why?"
"Someone offered to rent my house for ten times the price. I couldn’t pass up that deal. But don’t worry, Miss An, I will return three times the rent, in accordance with the contract. I am truly sorry, please move out tomorrow."
"You..." An Ruo was so angry she did not know what to say.
She hung up the phone abruptly, stormed in, and vented her frustration by forcefully throwing her bag at Tang Yuchen.
"You jerk! Why won’t you leave me alone? What do I owe you that you have to torment me , do you want me dead?!"
Tang Yuchen caught the bag with one hand and tossed it aside nonchalantly.
He stood up, smiling slightly and said, "Baby, you’re taking that too seriously. How could I bear to let you die?"
An Ruo shouted frantically, "Then what on earth do you want?!"
The man picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to her, saying, "Here’s your leave request form; your restaurant’s manager has approved it."
An Ruo looked at the leave request, puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Baby, I’ve requested ten days of paid leave for you. Do you like it?"
"Why would you request leave for me?! I don’t want to take leave! Tang Yuchen, what is your scheme?"
Tang Yuchen just smiled as if he had all the patience in the world and then extended a newspaper to her, saying, "I’m getting married."
The headline of the newspaper was written in bold black letters.
[Tang Family CEO, Tang Yuchen, to wed in a fortnight]
The more confused An Ruo became. He was getting married, so why did he request leave for her?
Still, she managed a hollow laugh and said, "Congratulations, the bride must be Yun Feixue, right? I wish you both a lifetime of happiness!"
May these two nuisances get married soon and roll out of her sight!
"Baby, why do I feel like you’re not genuinely wishing me well?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow.