Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yao Tiao, who was sucking on a lollipop, answered, “Hey, b*tch! Bet you didn’t know that Ruoruo flew off on a private jet with Young Master Mo last night. How can you possibly expect to still see her here?”
“You— don’t let me see your face again, b*tch!”
“I don’t wanna see that ugly face of yours either. Come on, Shu Xin. Let’s go!” She then beckoned Shu Xin over and boarded the plane with her luggage.
…
The soft, big bed allowed Ye Erruo to comfortably fall into a deep slumber. By the time she woke up, it was already noon.
When she had gotten home the previous night, she had recounted what had happened between her and Sun You to Mo Jiangyi, only to be…
A man in a black bathrobe came out of the bathroom the moment she opened her bleary eyes in a daze. With a languid gait, he slowly walked in her direction as he looked down and tied the knot of his robe.
“You’re up?” He lifted his gaze as she extended her weak, feeble arms toward him.
“What’s wrong?” He approached the woman and took her hands in his.
“I don’t feel well.”
While pursing his lips, the man proceeded to give her a massage. The strength he used was just right— neither too light nor too hard.
She then began surfing the Internet on her cell phone.
Recently, she had been paying close attention to online news. After all, now that the news of a certain person had splashed across the Internet, there was no way she would miss out on it even if she did not want to pay any attention to it.
Knock, knock, knock…
There was a knock on the door before a servant slowly entered the room.
“Sir, Young Master Lin has sent an invitation to you and Madam. He’s inviting you to attend his engagement ceremony today.”
“Time and venue?” asked Ye Erruo with a turn of her head.
“The banquet begins around 9 pm. It will be held at the old Lin residence. The invitation was sent a week ago, but they dispatched someone to bring an invitation again today.”
“You just returned home. Get some rest instead,” he told his wife coldly.
“Understood, sir.” The servant turned around to leave.
“Just a second.”
“Madam?”
“Give me the invitation.”
The servant instinctively glanced at the man and, when he stayed silent, quietly handed the card over to the woman before leaving.
“Gold, huh?” Her lips parted sneeringly as she touched the invitation.
Not only was it lavishly made of soft gold, but every letter on it had been engraved with a sparkly substance. What a pretty, extravagant invitation indeed!
Mo Jiangye grabbed her hand at once and snatched the invitation to throw it into the garbage bin.
“What are you doing?” She hastily got to her feet and hugged his arm.
“You intend to go?”
“Of course. In fact, it’s a must!” She then proceeded to pry the invitation out of his hand.
“Why wouldn’t I attend it?” she retorted.
“Let go of my arm.”
The man regarded her with a long, hard look. His eyes were brimming with displeasure.
“Mo Jiangye.”
He kept staring fixedly at her with a sinister, obscure gaze. His grip on her hand, however, showed no signs of loosening. Instead, it tightened even further.
“You’re coming with me,” she added laughingly.
“No.”
“Why not? Didn’t we agree to buy him firecrackers and fireworks to set off at his wedding?” she muttered.
His forehead creased when he heard that. “I said that?”
“Yes. Think back.” She poked his chest as she spoke.
My presence mustn’t be missed at their engagement ceremony. Otherwise, wouldn’t my special gift for them go to waste?
His gaze darkened further. He had no intention of letting his wife meet her ex-lover again even at his engagement ceremony. I won’t agree to it. Nothing will convince me to agree to let her attend it!
“Have you recalled?”
“No.”
Leaning over to him, she whispered into his ear, “Let’s go together. It will be compensation for today’s…”
“Alright!” He agreed decisively.
Yep, I recall saying those words before.