Rong Yan stiffened and said, “Don’t think too much. I’ll be back soon.”
“Rong Yan, what’s the point of doing this? You’re keeping me tied up while getting intimate with Mo Xiyan. Do you think it’s fair to me? Or are you that cheap?”
Rong Yan pursed his coral red lips tightly and remained silent. Just as Luo Anning thought that he would not answer, he said, “Wait for me to come back.”
Luo Anning stood up and slowly walked upstairs. The married couple walked in opposite directions…
…
At Old Mr. Rong’s mansion.
“Madam, Young Master Rong is back!” Butler Zhang scurried into the living room with a smile on his face.
Jiang Peihua stopped drinking her tea and subconsciously looked at Mo Xiyan. Mo Xiyan turned to look at her and smiled gently. “Auntie, what’s wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?”
She then touched her face.
“Hmph!” Jiang Peihua humphed and slammed the teacup onto the coffee table. “As long as I’m around, you’ll never marry into the Rong Family!”
Mo Xiyan’s gaze turned vicious and she immediately regained her composure. She chuckled softly and said, “Auntie, I’m afraid you won’t be able to make that decision. The head of the family is Grandpa. Yan is coming in soon. It would be better if you didn’t show your face.”
Jiang Peihua flew into a rage and immediately stood up to teach the arrogant woman a lesson!
Mo Xiyan stared at the door and exclaimed, “Yan, you’re here.”
Jiang Peihua glowered at Rong Yan who walked towards her with a sullen expression.
“Rascal, are you still siding with this uncouth woman?” Jiang Peihua questioned angrily.
Rong Yan walked towards her and put his arm around her shoulders. He glanced at Mo Xiyan coldly before turning to look at Jiang Peihua.
“Mother, what made you angry?”
Fortunately, her son did not side with outsiders!
Jiang Peihua heaved a sigh of relief and glowered at Mo Xiyan. “As long as she’s around, I won’t have a happy life!”
Rong Yan nodded and helped her to sit down. “Mother, don’t stoop to the outsider’s level. Calm down.”
Jiang Peihua was extremely pleased with the use of the term ‘outsider’. Meanwhile, Mo Xiyan turned pale.
“Yan, do you have to do this to me? Is it wrong for me to fall in love with you?” Mo Xiyan suddenly looked at him and questioned.
Rong Yan glanced at her coldly before removing his tie and pouring himself a cup of tea. “You should know that I hate scheming women the most.”
“That’s because I love you…”
The teacup shattered into pieces.
Rong Yan stared at her coldly and said, “Don’t use love as an excuse! Are you worthy?”
If words could cut people, Mo Xiyan would be bleeding profusely.
It turned out that when the person she loved the most spoke to her in a mocking tone, the excruciating pain could be heart-wrenching.
She was helpless to the point of despair. If someone were to point out a path for her now…