Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi’s tone was full of ridicule and jest— as if she was making a joke.

Even so, it sent shivers down Yue Pengcheng’s spine. The pain in his knees reminded him that Yan Qingsi was a terrifying woman. He wanted to stand up but Yan Qingsi’s menacingly strong hand was still pressing on his shoulder, not moving an inch.

Pieces of shattered glass penetrated his skin. Blood oozed onto the floor. The pain gradually crept up from his knees to his entire body. How could Yue Pengcheng not believe Yan Qingsi’s words now?

No wonder even women like Su Ningmei could change— with this crazy lady by her side, how could she not change?

Yue Tingfeng took Yan Qingsi’s hand. Frowning, he wiped her hand on his clothes and led her toward Mrs. Yue.

“Ma, let’s go.”

When Yue Tingfeng faces someone he looked down at with disdain, he would not even bother to take a glance at them. He did not bother to do anything to Yue Pengcheng either. He ignored his presence completely.

When facing people like him, he could not care less.

On the other hand, when it came to someone Yue Tingfeng liked— such as Yan Qingsi— he would clutch onto her with his life. Even if it was hatred, he wanted to be the most hated person in her heart— he wanted to be engraved into her memory forever.

As proven by reality, he had successfully achieved his goal.

He had successfully distinguished himself from others in Yan Qingsi’s mind.

…

Yue Pengcheng watched as Yue Tingfeng held Yan Qingsi in one arm and held Mrs. Yue’s hand in the other. The sight of the family of three evoked envy in him. It was as if no one could split the three apart.

Yue Pengcheng clenched his fist. He stood up slowly, holding onto the table.

He was the true heir of the Yue family. If it were not for… if he was not… seduced by that whore, Ding Fu, if it were not for the Su family pressuring him, he would never have ended up in this situation.

If he had not left back then, the director position in the Yue’s Family Foundation would be his, not that little pr*ck, Yue Tingfeng’s.

It was all Ding Fu’s fault; it was all the Su family’s fault. His bright future was completely ruined because of them.

He would never give up like this. Back then, his father promised that he was only to go overseas for a year and a half— when things die down, he was supposed to let him return, and yet…

Yue Pengcheng limped away. He had to find someone to help him. He had to set foot back into the Yue family again.

When he succeeds, he would get his revenge on that crone, Su Ningmei, the Su family, and that crazy b*tch just now.

Yue Pengcheng headed back to the place he currently stays in. This place was no match for the express hotel he stayed in previously. It was clearly no five-star hotel. In fact, it was a small, no-name inn, hidden away in a secluded alley.

The room was filled with a rotting stench. The thin walls and ceiling made for poor insulation— one could hear every move from neighboring rooms and the ones above.

This was something none of the two of them had ever experienced before. Their choice of staying here was not because they had no money, but because neither of them was willing to spend another penny on the other.

Yue Pengcheng yearned to take back the money he gave Ding Fu, while Ding Fu yearned to take more from him.

Staying in a hotel would be awfully expensive— who would be the one paying?

Yue Pengcehng entered the room to see Ding Fu lying on the bed. She was wearing a black, silk nightgown, which Yue Pengcheng had spent so many US dollars on, back then. Now that he thought back about it, he must have been crazy to spend so much money on this hag.

Fierce flames of wrath burnt in Yue Pengcheng’s heart. Seeing Ding Fu lying coquettishly on the bed, he limped over on his aching knees, extended his arms and grabbed her hair. He pulled and pulled with all his might— as if he wanted to tear her scalp out.