8: Chapter 8: The Bad-Tempered Wife 8: Chapter 8: The Bad-Tempered Wife An Ji was her only relative, and nothing could happen to him.
An Ruo wanted to call the police, but they would only accept cases of missing persons after forty-eight hours.
She didn’t have many friends and didn’t know whom to ask for help.
Just then, her phone rang.
An Ruo thought it might be news about An Ji and hurriedly answered the call.
“Hello, who is this?”
“An Ruo!” A man’s deep, angry voice came from the other end.
It was Tang Yuchen’s voice.
Unexpecting it to be him, An Ruo instantly cooled her attitude and indifferently asked, “What is it?”
“Do you know what time it is?
Have you prepared the dinner I wanted?
You need to come back immediately or don’t blame me for being rude to you!”
“I’m sorry, I’m caught up with something and can’t come back at the moment.
Today, just have the servant cook for you, I definitely won’t forget next time.”
“I don’t care about your business.
I order you to come back immediately!” Tang Yuchen said, intensifying his tone.
An Ruo felt annoyed inside.
He was being totally unreasonable.
If she really didn’t go back, would he actually not eat?
Not wanting to listen to his nonsense any longer, An Ruo hung up the phone directly.
Hearing the beep in the phone, Tang Yuchen first paused then grew angry.
She actually dared to hang up on his call!
In his life, she was the first person who dared to do so!
Tang Yuchen called again, but no matter how much the phone rang, the person on the other end just wouldn’t pick up.
Great, he had married a wife with a terrible temper.
Tang Yuchen sneered coldly, “An Ruo, I won’t let you off!”
The phone stopped ringing, and An Ruo was much more at peace.
After resting for a while, she continued searching for An Ji.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something and immediately flagged down a taxi and gave an address.
This place was an old part of City J, where the houses were built two or three decades ago and were now quite dilapidated.
However, this was where An Ruo had lived during her childhood.
When her parents were still alive, they all lived here together.
Sadly, when An Ji was one year old, both parents died in a car accident, and then she and An Ji were taken in by her uncle and left this place.
She remembered the last time she was here, An Ji was seven years old, and she had brought him here and told him a lot about their past.
In the small recreational area of the neighborhood, An Ruo saw a frail boy sitting on a swing, head down, sadly swinging his legs.
“An Ji.” An Ruo walked over joyfully, her hand tenderly touching his head.
An Ji suddenly looked up and was also very happy to see his sister.
“Sister, how did you know I was here?”
After her initial joy, An Ruo became angry, “Why did you wander off?
Do you know how many places I’ve been to find you, do you know how worried I’ve been?”
“I’m sorry.” An Ji said guiltily.
He whispered softly, “Sister, actually, I wanted to find you, but I didn’t know where you were.
Then I came here, thinking if you couldn’t find me, you would definitely come here to look for me.”
On hearing this, An Ruo felt a pang in her heart.
She squatted down and looked at An Ji tenderly, “Then why didn’t you call me?”
He had thought about calling An Ruo.
But he didn’t know what to say, thinking it was because of his sister that she married a man she didn’t like.
He was very sad, very upset, and didn’t want to return to that cold home, so he hid by himself.