Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Yan Qingsi apologized composedly. “I apologize for using you before this.”

Luo Jinchuan scoffed, “When you used me last time, at least you told me some pretty lies— now, you won’t even do that.”

“Last time… it’s because I…”

Luo Jinchuan interrupted, “I know what you want to say and I don’t want to hear it. Just remember, Yan Qingsi, you owe me.”

Yan Qingsi nodded. “I’ll remember.”

Luo Jingchuan turned around and headed into the detention center.

He knew what Yan Qingsi was going to say— in the past, she had never fallen for any man, so she could embellish her words with pretty lies and seduce every man— every man that she could use. However… she had now given her heart to Yue Tingfeng— toying with other men was no longer an option.

Luo Jinchuan could not decide if women like her were good or vile.

She… could really make one’s blood boil with hatred.

To this day, Luo Jinchuan could not wrap his head around his feelings toward this woman.

Was it an entanglement between love and hate? Or was it a feeling of envy for something he could not possess?

Nonetheless, what he knew for sure was that this woman would leave a deep imprint in his mind— she would stay engraved in his memory for the rest of his life.

…

Yan Qingsi did not go in with him. She wondered what kind of conversation Luo Jinchuan and Yan Mingzhu were having inside. Sitting in the car, Yan Qingsi was engulfed by anxiety. Luo Jinchuan was their only hope of penetrating the thick walls around Yan Mingzhu’s heart— if he failed, what else could they do?

After 20 minutes of dreadful waiting, Luo Jinchuan came out. Yan Qingsi hopped out of the car hastily. Before she could ask anything, she saw a long and thin streak of blood slashed across his face— it was a claw mark made by nails.

Perturbed, Yan Qingsi asked, “Are you okay? Did she tell you?”

Luo Jinchuan raised his hand and touched the wound on his face gently. Staring at the bright red liquid on his fingers, he replied, “She didn’t say a thing…”

Luo Jinchuan had always thought that Yan Mingzhu’s end was utterly pitiful and miserable, but he never thought that it would make her into what she was today— a maniac.

“She had completely lost it. Yan Qingsi… despite all, she is still your sister… Do you not feel sympathy for her?” Luo Jinchuan asked.

Hiding her disappointment, Yan Qingsi answered, “No.”

Why would she pity her? She was already forgiving enough to let her live.

Toward Yan Mingzhu, Yan Qingsi harbored not a hint of sympathy. She had given all the kindness left in her to Yue Tingfeng and Mrs. Yue.

“I couldn’t help you this time…”

Yan Qingsi frowned. “Did she really not say a thing? Or did she say something but…”

Luo Jinchuan interrupted immediately. “She did not say a thing. You should stop wasting your time on her.”

Yan Qingsi clenched her teeth. She was not willing to give up. There was no way Yan Mingzhu had lost all her senses. How could getting Luo Jinchuan to go in be useless?

Yan Qingsi clenched her fists. “I won’t let your efforts today go in vain. I promised you and I intend to keep to it. However, since you could not achieve what I wanted today, you’ll only get half of what was promised. Goodbye.”

Since she did not get the answer she wanted, Yan Qingsi left.

Luo Jinchuan chuckled wryly. Yan Qingsi was still the cold-blooded woman he knew her to be— when you have become useless to her, she would just turn around and leave. She would not even give you a second glance.

Luo Jinchuan opened his fist. In his palm, lay a sheet of remarkably thin tissue. There was nothing on it. It was something that Yan Mingzhu stuffed into his hand when she went crazy and clawed him.