Rich Husband Please Let Me Go - C185

“Wang Sifan, is this true?” Leng Qingshu stared at Wang Sifan.

She had received a phone call a few minutes ago saying that her son was married, that he was married to Yang Tenxin, and that they had held a wedding, but her mother was unaware of it. How could she accept this?

Wang Sifan had a prejudice against her mother since he was young, so much that he didn’t even want to talk to her. But even so, she was still his own mother, right?

Wang Sifan lightly replied, “It’s true.”

“Why?” Leng Qingshu yelled out hysterically.

Yang Tianxin was the Yang Family’s daughter, and it took her a long time to disappear, but now her son actually married her back home? Wasn’t this clearly returning the Yang family to her?

Wang Sifan laughed mockingly, pointing at Yang Tenxin who was standing at the second floor’s spiral staircase: “It’s still not her, I just had a few drinks and couldn’t control myself from touching her, so I forced her to take responsibility. I had to marry. What’s wrong with her? Help me train her properly, I still have things to do, so I’ll be leaving first. ”

Wang Sifan threw down these shocking words and walked towards the gate.

Yang Tianxin stared at his departing back as she could not believe what she just heard. What did he just say? That she was going to force him to marry her? How could he say such irresponsible lies?

Seeing Leng Qingshu’s angry face and Wang Siyu’s contemptuous face, Yang Tenxin knew that things would not end well for her in this house.

Not knowing how to face them, she decided to hide in the bedroom.

As soon as the door was closed, someone forcefully pushed it open from the outside. Immediately after, Wang Siyu’s figure barged in. Yang Tingxin was shocked and turned around to look at the angry her.

Wang Siyu’s anger was not small, and her tone was filled with ridicule, “Yang Tingxin, I didn’t expect you to be such a woman! You don’t even use a mirror to look at yourself, and you still have the face to marry my brother? ”

Wang Siyu turned around and left after shouting those words. Yang Manxin chased after her and held her back, saying anxiously, “It’s not like that. Don’t listen to your brother’s nonsense, I …”

“Is my brother talking nonsense?” Wang Siyu cast a sidelong glance at her and sneered, “Aren’t you already married to my brother? Is this also fake? ”

“I …” Yang Tingxin was speechless for a moment.

“There’s no way to explain it, right?” Wang Siyu sneered and pulled out her hand from her arm. “Bitch! Take your dirty hands away! ”

Wang Siyu left like the wind.

Yang Tingxin looked at his empty palm. A tear rolled down his cheek onto his palm. Once again, his heart felt like it was being stabbed.

Endless frustration surged through her, mercilessly attacking every nerve, every cell, every pore in her body. He took a shaky step back, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground.

The cold of the floor, seeping through her clothes, made her shiver. However, she did not mind. She hugged her knees and began to shrink, bit by bit, as if she wanted to shrink to nothing.

She really wanted to free herself from all of this.

Surrounded by endless pain, she actually fell asleep. In a daze, she had one dream after another, each more terrifying than the last. After countless nightmares, she was pushed awake.

It was the elder servant of the Yang family, Sis Ceng, who woke her up. She remembered her, this woman with a friendly face.

Sis Ceng held a bowl of steaming hot noodles in her hands and said gently, “Miss, are you hungry for dinner? Get up and eat the noodles and go to bed. You’ll catch cold like this.”

Yang Manxin opened her eyes gloomily. When she saw Sis Ceng’s pampered face, her nose turned sour and she nearly shed tears. Now, only Sister Ceng would care about her.

“I’m not hungry.” She shook her head and staggered to her feet. Having been busy all day long and tired all day long, she had yet to drip any grains of rice. If she wasn’t hungry, that would be a lie. It was just that she really didn’t have any appetite at the moment.

Ye Zichen glanced at the time on the wall. It was already ten o’clock at night, but she actually sat on the floor for nearly three hours. No wonder she felt soft all over.

“Still saying that I’m not hungry? I’m so hungry that I can’t even stand up.” Sis Ceng placed the bowl on the table and walked over to help her up.

Yang Manxin did not want to let him off the hook. She sat on the sofa and ate. The hot broth slid down her throat. The warmth instantly dispelled the chill in her body.

When people were in pain, even a bowl of noodles would be warm.

“Is Wang Sifan back yet?” she asked Ceng.

Ceng Niu hesitated for a moment before saying, “Eldest Young Master hasn’t returned yet.”

Since she hadn’t returned, she should have guessed that since Wang Sifan hated her so much, why would he spend his wedding night at home with her? She didn’t expect Wang Sifan to return. At this time, she was even a little afraid of seeing the unfamiliar Wang Sifan.

It’s good that he didn’t come back.

“What about my mother? Is she all right? ” In fact, she would occasionally sneak into the villa to visit her mother, but she couldn’t help but ask.

Sis Ceng nodded. “Madam is doing quite well, don’t worry.”

Perhaps he had already woken up after two consecutive sleeps, and the rest of the night passed by with his eyes open.

The bright white moonlight entered through the window and sprinkled all over the large bed. It also sprinkled all over her body, giving her an exceptionally cold feeling. She buried herself in the bed. There was an unfamiliar atmosphere between the sheets, and she knew it was Wang Sifan’s.

Smelling such an aura made his heart feel uncomfortable again!

The glass in Wang Sifan’s hand was empty again and again. The golden liquid in the goblet turned into a small wave and slid over the rim into his mouth.

His stomach was already burning with pain.

He drank like that, never stopping from the moment he entered the bar.

Hoca had tried to persuade her, and she had tried to stop it, but to no avail. Seeing him drink another cup into his throat, He Ka stared at him with a sharp look, “You hurt Yang Manxin like this just to take revenge for not choosing you back then, right?”

Wang Sifan’s hands, which had been pouring the wine, went still for a few seconds before he put down the bottle and tilted his head back to drink the wine.

“Are you worthy of Yang Tenxin doing this? “Now that she has been ruined and her home is gone, the Yang family has become the world of your Wang family.”

Wang Sifan finally put down his wine cup and slightly raised his hazy eyes to look at him. “Otherwise, what would you teach me? To see her marry a retard? ”

Ever since Yang Tianxin’s death, he had always believed that she was still alive and that he had been looking for her. I’ve finally found her recently, but at the same time I’ve received news that she’s about to get married and disappear.

Yang Manxin would rather die for Shen Mufan. She would rather marry a retard, but she never treated him as a man. How could he not be angry?

If I had a way, I wouldn’t waste the whole night drinking with you.” He Kou sighed, patted his shoulder, and said in a mocking voice, “I didn’t expect that you, the man countless women dream of, would be ignored by a woman. Yang Tingxin is indeed a wonderful woman!

“Are you proud of yourself?” Wang Sifan’s handsome face instantly turned cold. He was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.

He Kou was silent for a minute, then said: “You say you really have committed a sin, why did you fall in love with a woman like Yang Tingxin?”

Why did I fall in love with Yang Tenxin?

The cup in Wang Sifan’s hand fell onto the table, his eyes filled with bitterness.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, but the memories in his head were not so clear.

Why did he fall in love with Yang Tenxin? Why? He tried to remember something about her.

He remembered that year, his eighteenth birthday, when he had just returned from school abroad. It just so happened to be the celebration of the Yang family’s anniversary. At that time, his father and Wang Duan had already married Lady Yang and became the master of the Yang family. Furthermore, he was assigned by the court to his father to support him, so he had to attend the celebration.

Lady Yang brought a fourteen-year-old Yang Tingxin to the banquet. In order to suppress Lady Yang, her mother, Leng Jingshu, deliberately held her hand in front of all the guests. She said very lovingly: “I heard early in the morning that Director Yang has a good daughter who is proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Hearing Leng Qingshu’s words, Yang Manxin’s expression changed slightly. Fear appeared on her face, and Lady Yang was even more embarrassed. She didn’t know what to do.

Leng Qingshu brought Yang Tenxin to the grand piano without saying a word. Wang Sifan clearly remembered Yang Tenxin’s awkward state at the piano. Her hands trembled and her face flushed red. What was surprising was that she quickly adjusted her state of mind. Her hands flitted across the keyboard like a swallow and began to play the zither music with a serious expression.

The zither music was intermittent, unable to tune or tune. It was really a shame that she was still able to play so happily.

Wang Sifan remembered that Madam Wang had whispered in his ear, a sly smile on her face. “This is the daughter of the Yang family. There is a mother who has not taught her.”

He had always hated his mother’s snobbish attitude, so he turned around and left the banquet hall.

Not long after Wang Sifan returned to his bedroom, the door suddenly burst open. A girl hurriedly ran in and collapsed on the bed, crying loudly.

Yang Manxin had cried enough with great difficulty. When she raised her head, she was startled by him, who was sitting on the sofa. Immediately after, her teary face blushed again. She sized him up and tried to hide her embarrassment. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know, but I came in first.” Wang Sifan threw up his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Yang Tingxin looked around and apologized, “Alright, sorry, I walked the wrong way.”

Then she added, half imploring, half commanding, “But don’t make fun of me, or I’ll make circles and curse you.”

What a stubborn girl, Wang Sifan thought.

“It’s not a shameful thing that I can’t play the piano, and neither can I.” Wang Sifan held back his laughter and teased her on purpose.

He thought that Yang Tianxin would blush again, he never thought that she would actually hit her palm as if she had found someone she knew, “That’s right, I think so too, what use is women in this age playing the piano? “Being afraid of your husband at home and being afraid of the Town Security is your real ability. Hey, do you have a tissue?”

Wang Sifan threw her a packet of tissues. She took two random and quick paper towels to wipe away the tears on her face. As she walked, she said, “I have to go. Thank you for your help.”

“When expressing my gratitude …” You should at least leave a name, right? “