Qian Yikun’s temples were throbbing.
His mother’s nags swarmed into his ears wave after wave.
“Mom, Yuwei and I are like siblings. What are you thinking about?” Qian Yikun could not help but retort when his mother nagged.
At this moment, Xin Ya opened the door to head out, and Qian Yikun’s sentence floated into the room.
Mo Fei paused for a moment. Hearing a sentence that clearly implied something, she subconsciously looked toward the door.
The door was not tightly closed, so she could still hear the conversation outside.
Xin Ya quickly went to the kitchen and pretended not to hear anything, although she would have to tell Young Mistress about that later.
“What siblings? Do you think I, as your mother, don’t know what you’re really thinking about? Weiwei is a good child, but she’s married now. Jiaojiao isn’t bad either. Your father and I like her.”
“Mom, there’s someone I like. No, it’s not Yuwei. Also, if we were still living in the old times, I could even pass off as Huang Jiaojiao’s father. Really, you and dad have to stop worrying about me.” Qian Yikun tried his best to suppress his frustration.
“There’s someone you like? Is it the one at your house?” Mother Qian hurriedly asked, “Jiaojiao said that woman called herself Mrs. Qian. Is she someone… indecent?”
Indecent; definitely indecent. She was such an indecent woman that she did not even have a household registration.
“She’s not some indecent woman. Mom, you and dad should stay out of this matter too,” Qian Yikun said again.
“Look at how old your dad and I are. Look at Mr. Gu. Look at how beautiful and adorable his two kids are.” Qian Yikun’s mother sighed on the other end of the phone. “Your dad and I are even older than his parents. We haven’t even had a grandchild yet, you—”
“Mom, I’m eating. I’ll go back and visit you in a few days. That’s all.” Qian Yikun did not wait for his mother to finish nagging before he hung up directly. He looked at the food on the table and realized that he had lost his appetite.
In the end, Qian Yikun gave up on eating and went straight to the bedroom.
Mo Fei sat on the bed and was eating her food slowly. Qian Yikun pushed the door open and entered the room.
“Happy with what you’ve done now?” Qian Yikun was obviously unhappy because what happened just now was beyond his expectation. He could have just pushed Huang Jiaojiao away, but she had to act so smugly about it.
Mo Fei raised her eyebrows, and an obvious smile cracked open across her pale lips. “Officer Qian, it’s not too late to catch up to her now.”
Qian Yikun furrowed his brows. He threw Mo Fei a murderous glare.
“What really surprised me is that you like Yuwei, yeah?” Mo Fei looked at Qian Yikun with an expression that said, ‘Oh yes, give me some gossip.’ She did not care how distorted Qian Yikun’s expression was right now.
“Mo Fei, watch your mouth,” Qian Yikun said in a low voice. He did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble, especially when dealing with that pervert, Gu Juexi.
“Relax, relax. I can’t tell Ye Yuwei that, can I?” Mo Fei waved her hand in dismissal and continued eating. “Although… You should take a look at yourself. Ye Yuwei won’t fall for someone like you, would she?”
Qian Yikun raised his hand and looked like he was about to slap her.
Mo Fei looked up and smiled cheekily at his hand as though she was waiting for it to land. “We’re not good enough for anyone. So, why get so worked up about it, Officer Qian?” Mo Fei asked with a smile, but there was not a single trace of humor in her voice.
Undeniably, Qian Yikun’s words hit the nail on the head.
Mo Fei did not understand why, but she knew his words stabbed into her heart, hard.
Therefore, Mo Fei’s words had grown extremely unpleasant to the ears—uncontrollably unpleasant.
Qian Yikun slowly put down his hand and looked at the woman in front of him. “Mo Fei, one day, you will die in your own hands.” After he said that, Qian Yikun turned around and left.
