Tyrant’s Tough Love - Chapter 492

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, and the atmosphere was strange. Cangling held her breath and turned her eyes around yanzhengyang and Yanxi.

Yan Zhengyang’s face is hard to see the extreme. He knows the virtue of his son who has been raised in front of him for more than 20 years. Now, seeing Yan Xi’s guilty look, he can see through the disheartened son who wants to do something at his birthday party.

What’s more, it’s impossible for Yanxi to bump into the coffee table. Now for Yanxi and the people behind him, the biggest trouble is Cangling.

“Yanxi, what do you want to do at tomorrow’s banquet? I’ll give you a chance to make it clear tonight. If you dare to screw up tomorrow’s banquet, I will treat you as a son.” Yan Zhengyang’s voice is cold and low. Although he is very angry now, he is more rational.

Yanxi can’t believe looking at yanzhengyang, his heart is cold, how can he say such words, “father, I’m your own son.”

He is the rightful son of the banquet family. His mother is Mrs. Yan, and everything in the banquet family should be his. Now, an illegitimate daughter has taken the position of heir. Yan Zhengyang doesn’t even want to recognize his son. It’s all due to Cangling and her shameless mother.

“You think if it wasn’t for your surname Yan, you would have the right to stand here and yell at me.” Yan Zhengyang coldly glanced at him, unconcerned the cruel reality.

This son, who has been raised askew, is always despised by him, and he has never thought of letting him inherit the banquet family. As a father, his greatest love is to leave a sum of money for Yanxi, so that Yanxi can live a rich and decent life even if he has nothing to do in his life.

Yan Xi is angry. He knows that his father doesn’t look up to him, but there’s no need to be so stingy. He doesn’t want face in front of his dead enemy Cang Ling?

He was frightened by the momentum of Yan Zhengyang and wanted to compromise. He was identified again in his heart. He had to gamble tomorrow. He would rather go out of the castle straight than live such a life of being oppressed by Cangling’s illegitimate daughter every day.

After making up his mind, Yanxi’s heart thumped, but he looked at yanzhengyang calmly and said, “father, I’m a little tired. I want to go back to have a rest.”

“Whatever you want.” Yan Zhengyang hates iron but not steel. He has given Yan Xi a chance today. If this stupid son doesn’t know how to cherish it, he won’t be soft again.

Yan Xi looks at Yan Zhengyang with complicated eyes and turns to walk out of the living room. Cang Ling looked at his back and hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t follow.

Today, she is very tired and has to go back to discuss with Bai Zhi about Yan Zhengyang’s birthday present. She really has no time to break with Yan Xi. After Yan Zhengyang’s birthday party, she will find a time to have a good chat with him. Since she starts to take charge of the family here, it is necessary to improve the relationship between family members.

“Rest early.” Cang Ling and Yan Zhengyang said hello and quickly went back to his room.

On the long corridor, Bai Zhi, who had been following her, suddenly said, “Yanxi will definitely trouble you tomorrow. I will stay by your side as much as possible. You should try not to be alone.” Bai Zhi’s jaw line is tight.

This is the old house of Yan family after all. Although the castle is almost controlled by Yan Zhengyang, Mrs. Yan has been operating here for more than 20 years, so it is impossible to prevent.

“Well, I’ll pay attention.” Cang Ling’s cold face was full of helplessness. She thought about it and asked, “what kind of gifts do aristocrats here usually prepare for their elders to celebrate their birthday?”

“I don’t know.” Before he met Cangling, his life was not only training but also training. He was so busy that he didn’t even have a life, let alone this kind of worldly things.

“Forget it, I’ll ask aurora.” Cang Ling smiles. She asks Bai Zhi this question. It’s wrong.

After discussing with Bai Zhi some things to pay attention to tomorrow, and with Aurora’s help, choosing a birthday present for Yan Zhengyang, Cangling takes a look at the time. It’s more than eleven o’clock in the evening. She quickly washes and goes to bed.

“Kowtow, kowtow!”

In her sleep, Cangling heard a knock at the door. She opened her eyes vaguely. It was just dawn.

She put on a coat, went out of the bedroom, opened the door, looked at the servant outside, and asked in a bad voice, “what’s the matter?” Cang Ling, who was dominated by Qi of getting up, didn’t realize how frightening her impatient expression was.

The servant looked at her in fear and said cautiously, “the makeup artist and stylist arranged by the master for the first lady has arrived. They asked me to ask the first lady when it is convenient to make up.”

“Let them in.” Cang Ling’s tone softened a little, as if she had wronged the servant, but she was still in a bad mood. She didn’t sleep enough and couldn’t control the pressure when she got up.

“Yes.” The servant was relieved and quickly turned to inform the makeup artist to come. At the same time, he sighed in his heart that the young lady’s temper was really better than that of the young master. It’s good that she didn’t scold her.

After a simple wash, Cang Ling sat sleepily on the dresser with her eyes closed. She was tossed about by the makeup artist and stylist. Almost an hour later, her sleepiness dissipated and her makeup was finished.When she opened her eyes, she saw a beautiful and delicate woman in the mirror. Even she was a little surprised. Her waist was slim, her figure was concave and convex, her air was strong, and her unique femininity made her look almost perfect.

Cang Ling had been looking at the mirror and didn’t speak. There was no expression on her beautiful face. The stylist beside her was a little worried and asked, “Miss Yan, are you satisfied with this shape? If you are not satisfied with anything, we can adjust it again. ”

“It’s a good look. I’m very satisfied with it. I’ll get back to you next time we have a party.” Cang Ling’s bright smile, clear eyes as if there are thousands of stars shining.

Stylist Leng for two seconds, quickly reaction, aware of his gaffe, moved his eyes, some embarrassed way, “Miss banquet flattered.”

“Thanks for your hard work. I asked the servant to prepare breakfast for you.” After seeing off several makeup artists, Cangling went to the restaurant with her servant.

She heard from a distance what a strange woman’s voice was saying in the restaurant. It seemed very pleasant.

Cang Ling curiously quickened his pace, and in an instant, countless sweet pictures of eight trigrams appeared in his mind.

Confidante? White rose? First love or not?

This is the scandal of Yan Zhengyang. Who is not curious.

Striding into the restaurant, Cangling almost sprained by the scene in front of her. She shook her body and finally got a firm foothold.