Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At least, it’s clear that his mood has improved vastly judging from the fact that he no longer flies off the handle on a daily basis.
Eventually, Bo Yu decided to personally go with the bodyguards to bring his Young Madam back.
“Bring her back. Bring her back. Bring her back.”
As Mo Jiangye repeated that sentence endlessly, his eyes were blankly scanning his surroundings in search of something. He had no idea what he was looking for and what was wrong with him, though.
Even though the screen of his phone, which had been flung far away from him, had been smashed, he strode ahead to pick the phone up again.
At 8.10 pm…
Ye Erruo’s brows were furrowed tightly. I was just hanging out at the bar when a group of people suddenly barged inside and brought me back home…
The sight of the furious-looking man before her had her feeling baffled and indignant. “Care to tell me what’s going on?”
Mo Jiangye did not answer her. The cold air surrounding him, however, intensified.
“Say something, Mo Jiangye!”
She could sense his brutality toward her, yet she could only endure his catharsis bit by bit.
Later, when things had finally calmed down, the two of them were lying on the sofa, exhausted. Despite the brightening sky outside, their room remained brightly lit throughout the night thanks to the crystal chandelier hanging overhead and the French windows that were tightly shut. The man’s eyes had never once left the woman, and his gaze remained fixed on her.
She had no idea what was up with him, but she could distinctly sense his underlying anger, uneasiness, and irritability. What in the world has he heard or seen that made him go so berserk?
Eventually, she could no longer withstand the sleepiness creeping up on her and she fell asleep…
The man lying beside her stared vacantly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. All this while, he had fallen for her gentleness, reliance, and concern for him. Hook, line, sinker. He just refused to wake up from this beautiful dream so quickly. He did not want to wake up from it at all.
Alas, that text message had shattered his fantasies today— all of them, in fact!
The image had been sent for appraisal and it had been verified that it had not been touched or edited in any way. This also meant that, apart from him, she had done it with other men…
He was driven mad.
The next day, Ye Erruo woke up alone in the big, empty room. The fluttering curtain had knocked over a cup, causing it to shatter on the floor.
Again. He went wacko for no rhyme or reason yet again.
He’s not even by my side now that I woke up.
Where has he gone?
Don’t he owe me an explanation about what has been going on?
The door opened with a click and in came a servant with the lunch trolley.
“You’re awake, Young Madam.”
“Where’s Mo Jiangye?”
“You must be hungry now. Please have your meal.”
“I’m asking you: Where’s Mo Jiangye?”
“Young Master isn’t around. He has left the house.”
“He has left? Where did he go?”
“To the company, Young Madam. Please have your meal first.”
“When will he be back?”
“I’m not sure, Young Madam. Young Master said nothing about that, but he’ll probably return in the evening.”
The servant placed aside the food she had brought and then quietly walked out of the room.
Ye Erruo furrowed her brows. Without touching the food that had been delivered to her, she headed in the direction of the door but was soon blocked by the servant.
She had only intended to go get her phone. Upon sensing that something was amiss, however, she turned back and tried to walk out of the room, only to be blocked by the servant again.
“Step aside.” Her gaze turned cold.
What is this, huh? What is he hiding from me? Why is he not letting me out?
“Please have your meal first, Young Madam.” Upon saying that, the servant hurriedly took her leave, not daring to say anything else.