Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mu Yazhe was rather disappointed in her. “Enya! It looks like I’ve spoiled you in the past. You must remember that Yun Shishi is my woman. I don’t want to hear you slandering her again!”
“I…”
“I want to hear you say ‘okay’; Song Enya, don’t make me lose my patience for you.” His words were chilling to the bone.
The young woman bit hard on her lower lip. Somehow, she just could not get the word out of her mouth.
How could she give in before Yun Shishi?
Am I going to be her laughingstock?
No way!
Her body was trembling from irrepressible anger and chagrin.
Her brother tried to put in a word for her smilingly. “Uncle Mu, Enya is young and ignorant. She can be rather willful, too. There’s no need to pick fault with her, right?”
“There should be a limit to her willfulness!”
His frosty tone caused her to shrug her shoulders; tears flooded her eyes almost instantly.
“Let’s go home.”
Hugging Yun Shishi by her shoulders, he turned back and walked off without a second look.
Song Enya was heartbroken. Aggrieved, she dived into her brother’s arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
…
Both sons were already back at home when they returned.
She took them out for a stroll with Little Zhezhe, and by the time they returned, she was dead tired. After taking a hot bath, she lay down for a restful sleep.
The man took his shower as well. Dressed in his pajamas when he came out of the bathroom, he switched off the lights at the sight of her sleeping soundly and headed for the study room.
On top of the proposal Wang Chuande had emailed him, there were piles of other cases awaiting his approval, too.
Hence, he did not leave the study room for an hour.
Soon, it was two in the morning.
She was deep in sleep when a ringing tone woke her up.
She sat up groggily and only vaguely made out that the phone was not hers. Falling back onto the bed, she flipped over and continued her sleep.
The phone rang once and went silent for a while before it started again. Enjoying her sleep so far, she was too tired and lazy to bother. She reckoned that the man could return his unanswered call when he came back in later.
Alas, the phone would not let her off as it rang again and again. It was enough to drive anyone nuts.
She was truly piqued by then; why would this caller not let her have her sleep?!
She sat up suddenly with a disgusted look and scratched her tousled hair.
She might not have Mu Yazhe’s bad waking habit, but no one would be in a good mood when rudely roused from bed. She flipped over the bed, missed her footing, and almost stumbled over, which made her mood worse. Following haphazardly the sound of the bell to the clothes rack, she fumbled around his suit pocket for a while before she could locate the vibrating phone.
She had to swipe the screen a couple of times in her sleepy state to unlock the phone before she could answer the call. Her sleepy tone was rather unfriendly as she asked, “Who’s this?”
It’s already past one in the morning; who is this to disrupt someone else’s bedtime?
On the other end, the woman was about to speak when she choked in shock.
“Yun Shishi?!” A cry of consternation was blurted out.
She was still in a dopey state, so the screech made her skin jump.
Song Enya?
