However, recently, she had heard good news. This bride seemed to be restless. Today, she had caught her red-handed.
Leng Moyan stared at Cheng Jieyu's back. He knew him. He was the man who held hands with Ling Yaling in the video. How dare he show up! He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, transmitting an uncontrollable anger!
Damn woman!
"This woman is too indecent. I heard that she had sex with other men before marriage and even got entangled with all kinds of men after marriage. This will ruin our Shiyi's reputation.”As long as he got a divorce, Li Yingying would have a chance! Yu Hongmei was counting her chickens before they hatched.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, right?" Leng Moyan's voice was soft, but his tone was heavy.
For a moment, Yu Hongmei almost slammed the table and stood up. Was this her son? Her hands were tightly clasped together, and her long nails pierced through her delicate skin.
"I am your mother! Is this how you talk to your mother?”Yu Hongmei put on the airs of an elder.
"My mother?" Leng Moyan sneered, his smile containing sarcasm and pain." Have you ever fulfilled your responsibility as a mother? Ask yourself what you have done to my lovely son! In my heart, my mother has no other meaning other than being a symbol.”
" You…" Yu Hongmei's body trembled unnaturally." Do you still hate me?" That was a last resort."
"Hmph, you have no choice but to joke around with your son's life?”Leng Moyan turned around and stared at Yu Hongmei." Is this what a mother should do?"”
" Yan..." Yu Hongmei's face turned pale. She tried her best to sit up straight, adjusted her breathing, and changed the topic." In short, you must have children before you turn 30 and have my signature before you can get all the management and management rights of Shiyi. If you don't get a divorce, I won't sign it."”
She stood up and left without looking back.
Ya Ling weakly leaned against the railing of the stairs. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself back from her disappointment. Just as she was about to return to her room, she bumped into Yu Hongmei.
Yu Hongmei did not say a word. After a cold snort, she walked past her angrily in her high heels.
Wasn't this Leng Moyan's mother? Yaling was stunned for a moment. Yu Hongmei had already gotten into the car parked at the entrance and left.
There was a loud sound of the door closing upstairs. Leng Moyan was the only one staying upstairs. Did he quarrel with his mother? When Yu Hongmei left, she was also quite angry.
That was good too. She had not adjusted her thoughts to face Leng Moyan yet. She could talk about the divorce later. Standing in front of Leng Moyan's door, she heard the sound of items shattering. Ya Ling stopped in her tracks and turned around to return to her room.
Without Leng Moyan's permission, Ya Ling couldn't go anywhere. She didn't want to suffocate herself, so she took a bucket of water and continued her cleaning work.
She was used to waking up early. At this time, the servants in the Leng residence had not started working yet.
Auntie Zhang's gloomy face flashed past her side. She stared at her thoughtfully for a long time before saying indifferently,"Wipe the floor clean. Don't let go of any corners.”
Yaling rubbed the floor hard. She had no time to care about Nanny Zhang's words. She had been cleaning the floor since she was five years old. In the few years she was in the Huo family, this kind of thing was assigned to her.
She had been kneeling the whole time. Her slender hands were white from holding the towel tightly, and her fingers were red. That was because of the cold water in the morning. Her clothes were thin, but beads of sweat still fell from her face. Some of the sweat dripped onto her snow-white face. She was busy and focused, so she did not have time to wipe it off. Her watery face was charming and charming, even more lovable than the primroses in early spring!
Her arm was a little sore. After all, such a large living room could not be cleaned in a few moves. Yaling hummed a song to distract herself. She wiped, and wiped hard. She looked at her blurry shadow on the floor and wiped hard.
Until a pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of her eyes.
She raised her head in confusion and realized that she had brushed past the stairs. Leng Moyan, who was well-dressed, was walking down with his wrist buckled, but she blocked him. Blushing in embarrassment, Ya Ling turned around and prepared to wipe other places.
"You're in a good mood. You must have had a good date with your lover yesterday.”The cold tone drifted into her ears, and Ya Ling's originally happy little face turned gloomy, returning to its original coldness.
Did he have to think of her this way? She bit her pink lips several times, and her big eyes flashed with disgust. Ya Ling raised her head slightly and finally did not meet Leng Moyan's face. She clenched the rag tightly and lowered her head to work. She decided to respond with silence.
Looking at Yaling who was doing things indifferently, Leng Moyan's domineering aura gushed out from his bones. He kicked her wrist. Ya Ling let go of the rag in her hand because of the pain. The rag paused on Leng Moyan's shoes for a moment before flying out in a tragic parabola and finally lying quietly in a corner.
Yaling covered her sore spot and sat down. She raised her head and stared at him with her clear eyes. She wanted to see what Leng Moyan was going to do!
Leng Moyan didn't see any remorse in her eyes, but he could feel her unconcealed arrogance. Her entire body was stiff, showing the stubbornness in her bones!
"Mrs. Leng, aren't you afraid of embarrassing yourself? She didn't forget to visit her lover even when she returned home, and she even shamelessly performed a show of reluctance at her husband's door!”
He saw it! Ya Ling's expression changed slightly." He's not my lover, he's just..." At this point, she stopped. Leng Moyan would only accuse her wrongly, and defending himself would only make him think that he was weak and afraid. She closed her pink lips tightly. She did not want to explain anymore.
"What is it? You can't say it, right?" Leng Moyan laughed coldly. The entire hall seemed to be immersed in demonic qi, which made it feel eerily cold. He hoped that she could explain herself. This damned woman was actually so bold that she didn't even need to explain herself. Did she have the guts of a leopard?
Leng Moyan crouched down, giving Yaling a dangerous feeling. He just squatted down slightly and looked down at her with disdain. When she was young, her second sister often looked at her defeated self with this kind of posture and gaze. She hated this kind of gaze! This man was the same as Second Sister. No, he was a hundred times, a thousand times more evil than Second Sister!
Ya Ling smiled. It was still a faint smile, but it was full of mockery and contempt. She smiled without blinking and simply opened her lips.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:1024201810:48AM
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