Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Not long after Nian Junting returned to his office, he got a call from Murong Cheng.
“What is this about?” he asked.
“What do you think?” Hearing his words, Murong Cheng felt so annoyed. Nian Junting was her son, but he had always been so different from her. The older he got, the harder she could control him.
“Your grand-aunt called me crying on the phone. She told me that you don’t respect her family. She’s my aunt after all. Are you aware of that you’ve put me in a difficult and embarrassing situation?”
“They didn’t admit to what Ye Chuen did. But since they’ve talked to Grandpa, I assume you know that already,” said Nian Junting blandly. “When I was a child, didn’t you tell me that we couldn’t take advantage of our wealth to bully others? I’ve always been a self-disciplined person—what did they do?”
Murong Cheng didn’t know how to respond. A while later, she said, “There are always some relatives who are not decent enough. But you can’t treat them like that. Your Grandma is not young anymore, and your grandaunt is her only sister. Don’t make her angry. Alright, I know your grandpa wants this to stop, but you might not be willing to drop it. Listen to me; this ends here. Three-million yuan will be enough to compensate that girl. I heard she’s not…”
“She’ll never be short of money since she has met me,” Nian Junting interrupted her.
Once again, Murong Cheng didn’t know what to say. “Enough. I’ve heard of her background. She can be your girlfriend, but marrying a person with that kind of family background will get you into trouble.”
“If you want grandchildren, you’ll have to accept her,” he said.
Murong Cheng was puzzled at first, then asked, “What do you mean?”
“Because my body only reacts to her,” said Nian Junting in a proud tone.
“Haven’t you recovered long ago? Didn’t your body react to Luosang earlier?” said Murong Cheng.
“Yeah, my girlfriend is Luosang.” Nian Junting smiled and said, “I ran into her recently and learned that she’s only twenty-two. Earlier, she worked for me to earn money for college. We can’t say that she’s a bad person because of what her father did. And you can’t stop me, or you’ll never have grandchildren.”
“You didn’t even touch another woman during the past half of the year, did you?” Murong Cheng pointed out the truth.
“You know I’m a clean freak,” Nian Junting said with a deep voice. “I finally met someone that I like. The others can try to stop me, but not you.”
Murong Cheng fell in silence.
“Come and meet Luosang when you have time. I don’t want to deal with any cliche mother-and-daughter-in-law problems.” After saying that, Nian Junting ended the call.
…
Back in the villa, Luosang was trimming vegetables and chatting with Sister Lan.
“You haven’t recovered yet. Who asked you to do the chores?” Nian Junting unhappily carried her onto the couch.
“I’m bored here, so I wanted to find something to do,” said Luosang. “Don’t hold me like that. You made me dizzy.”
“You held me last night. I’m just paying you back.” Nian Junting gave a faint smile.
Luosang wore a dark face, saying, “When did I hold you? I’m warning you, you’re not allowed to come into my room tonight. If you do it again, I’ll go back to my dorm.”
Nian Junting opened his mouth to say something, but she didn’t let him. “Don’t tell me that I haven’t recovered yet and that I need someone to look after me,” she said. “I’m almost completely healed. I’ve made my decision, so whatever you say, I won’t change my mind.”
