Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yue Tingfeng’s state of mind was astoundingly indecipherable.
Yan Qingsi spouted all those lies in front of his mother, yet he still let his mother believe everything.
Yue Tingfeng knew his own mother well. When the woman saw Yan Qingsi for the second time that day, she felt guilty because she thought her own son was useless!
Nevertheless, Yue Tingfeng had been wrongly accused.
If he really wanted to have a baby, would the slutty Yan Qingsi even give him that opportunity?
Yue Tingfeng gnashed his teeth. “And you still have the indecency to say all that. My mom’s the only one who believes you.”
Yan Qingsi took a bite out of some chicken and could not help but comment on how delicious Mrs. Yue’s cooking was.
She spat out the bones and said, “Tch. Don’t blame your mother’s IQ. The only one to blame is your character. You’re the one who made it this way. How much of a lowlife are you really, that your own mother won’t even believe what you say?”
Yue Tingfeng had no comeback for that.
He never really did consider that question at all. How bad of a person was he that his mother would rather trust a slut than her own son?
Yue Tingfeng leaned back and wrapped his hand around Yan Qingsi’s waist. “My mom said today that you and shouldn’t hurt each other since we are both bad people. So, I told her that if it’s so, why must I hurt other women? Since you and I are cut from the same cloth, it’s best that we spend our days together. What do you think?”
Yan Qingsi’s heart tensed up. Yue Tingfeng’s words suggested that he wanted to be with her long-term.
She drank some soup and said, “Hehe, I don’t think much of it. You may be kind enough not to harm others, but I’m not like that. I’d like to find a nice boy from a good family and torture him for the remainder of his life.”
Yue Tingfeng’s originally relaxed face turned dull in a flash. He stared bitterly at Yan Qingsi. “Someone like Jin Xuechu?”
Yan Qingsi looked directly and him and taunted, “I can’t say. Maybe someone like Qin Jingzhi? I’m eager to have you call me auntie.”
All of a sudden, Yue Tingfeng pressed Yan Qingsi under him and kissed her to shut her up.
Her mouth was filled with the taste of chicken soup since she drank some earlier.
Not long later, Yue Tingfeng released her and said moodily, “You’re no match for me you know. Would it kill you to go easy on those sarcastic remarks?”
The one thing he truly hated hearing was Yan Qingsi talking about other men.
Yan Qingsi replied, “No can do!”
She stretched out to take two pieces of tissue paper. She wiped her mouth and continued drinking the chicken soup.
Even when lying down, Yan Qingsi held the bowl firmly in her hand. Managing to not spill a single drop of soup.
Yue Tingfeng’s mouth twitched. It seemed that Yan Qingsi placed more importance on the chicken soup than his kiss.
Just how insignificant was he to Yan Qingsi?
Yue Tingfeng huffed and said, “If my mom knew how much you liked the soup she made, she would definitely be happy.”
“Oh really? Then you can’t ever tell her about it.”
“Why is that?”
Yan Qingsi finished drinking the soup and placed the bowl down. She turned around and gave Yue Tingfeng some flirty glances. “Tsk, what if your mom likes me and insists that I get married to you?”
Yue Tingfeng’s heart began beating rapidly, but Yan Qingsi got up before he could say anything. “I think I should go. My stuff is still there.”
Lying motionless on the sofa, Yue Tingfeng acted dumb. “What stuff?”
Yan Qingsi kicked his leg and said, “Don’t you play stupid with me. My clothes, my luggage, and all my other stuff. I’ll kill you if you dare throw them away!”
