Yes, Miss Lu Zhaoyang was not in the mood for some senseless drinking party by self-proclaimed socialites. She was nearly suffocated by the stench of alcohol before she stormed out of Golden City.
Under the dazzling lights of night life, she stopped a patrolling taxi and opened the door straightaway. Right before she could state her destination, she was pulled out of the car and hauled all the way to the parking lot nearby. She was thrown in as a slam was heard before the car raced away.
She repositioned herself and fastened her seatbelt as she turned her head peering at the building of Golden City shrinking in size, wondering if Chen would do fine since he was still there.
“Thinking about him?” It looked interrogative but it sounded affirmative.
She withdrew her sight, “Don’t you care about your uncle?”
“Of course I do care about my own uncle,” he muttered with his one hand reaching out to her as he rolled his eyes at her, “But I don’t care about your Ex.”
“Please watch the road. There are cars ahead. I still want to live and being dead with you next to me is the last thing I want to do.” She pulled her hand away from his.
“A.K.A. You want to stay alive, with me,” said Huo Yunting as he shifted his sight back on the road again with both of his hands holding the steering properly.
Lu Zhaoyang pouted her lips while thinking back to how she managed to react so calmly at the cabin just now. Was it because she was a born actress or she truly no longer felt anything for Huo Chen?
She could not believe that she could be so undisturbed by Huo Chen’s “activity” with the other women. It was just that little tantrum she threw that exposed her when she left the room.
The two of them remained silent till they got back to the accommodation where they walked upstairs one at a time. Huo Yunting walked through the stairs quickly leaving Lu Zhaoyang zoning out below. The past imagery of Chen awaiting her haunted her. She shook and breathed deeply.
She took a quick shower and exited the bathroom in her striped pajamas. She sat onto the mattress staring through the window from where bit of hustles and bustles of the street sneaked through. She sighed and began, “What’s gonna happen at Golden City tonight? Will he be fine?” Huo Yunting was tidying his unruly hair after a hot shower as his eyes were on his reflection, “You’re my wife. So, quit showing concern about other men in front of me.”
Zhaoyang clenched her fist, “I must admit that it was a rash mistake for me to elope with him back then. But we are no longer connected—that—closely as before. I mean am I not already standing by your side, sleeping on your bed? Just take it as I was—was showing concern to your family!”
Well, the readers could tell the fact that she had nothing else in her mind towards Chen was a lie. No doubt she would not want Chen to get into any trouble. But it was Yunting’s rebuttal that ceased the conversation completely, “Sorry but it’s not my family. You don’t have to concern yourself about the Huo family for me.”
He’s right—I can’t deny this since Huo Yunting officially announced he would no longer be associated with the family since mommy got in.
“You’re heartless, aren’t you?” She passed him a cold stare and turned away, leaving Huo Yunting smiling subconsciously.
What kind of heart could I have for an uncle who stole my wife from me?
He sneered as he watched his woman surfing the net with her tablet on the sofa. Her intention was clear—to check any live news update if something really happened at Golden City. The man sauntered to her and seized the tablet away from her, “Do you think typing a few keywords in the search engine could really help him? Please, do yourself a favor. Brush your teeth and sleep. You’ll get what you want tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’d better not get anything tomorrow morning. That’ll mean he’s safe.”
She seriously hoped that she would not see any injury or tragedy associated with Huo Chen the next morning since it took her nearly a century to recover from the news of Huo Chen being deceased back then.
“Okay, Dowager Lu, so why are you still awake?” Huo Yunting said, grabbing her wet little hand, “Look at you. You’re sweating. Go take another shower.”
Yes, Miss Lu Zhaoyang was not in the mood for some senseless drinking party by self-proclaimed socialites. She was nearly suffocated by the stench of alcohol before she stormed out of Golden City.
Under the dazzling lights of night life, she stopped a patrolling taxi and opened the door straightaway. Right before she could state her destination, she was pulled out of the car and hauled all the way to the parking lot nearby. She was thrown in as a slam was heard before the car raced away.
She repositioned herself and fastened her seatbelt as she turned her head peering at the building of Golden City shrinking in size, wondering if Chen would do fine since he was still there.
“Thinking about him?” It looked interrogative but it sounded affirmative.
She withdrew her sight, “Don’t you care about your uncle?”
“Of course I do care about my own uncle,” he muttered with his one hand reaching out to her as he rolled his eyes at her, “But I don’t care about your Ex.”
“Please watch the road. There are cars ahead. I still want to live and being dead with you next to me is the last thing I want to do.” She pulled her hand away from his.
“A.K.A. You want to stay alive, with me,” said Huo Yunting as he shifted his sight back on the road again with both of his hands holding the steering properly.
Lu Zhaoyang pouted her lips while thinking back to how she managed to react so calmly at the cabin just now. Was it because she was a born actress or she truly no longer felt anything for Huo Chen?
She could not believe that she could be so undisturbed by Huo Chen’s “activity” with the other women. It was just that little tantrum she threw that exposed her when she left the room.
The two of them remained silent till they got back to the accommodation where they walked upstairs one at a time. Huo Yunting walked through the stairs quickly leaving Lu Zhaoyang zoning out below. The past imagery of Chen awaiting her haunted her. She shook and breathed deeply.
She took a quick shower and exited the bathroom in her striped pajamas. She sat onto the mattress staring through the window from where bit of hustles and bustles of the street sneaked through. She sighed and began, “What’s gonna happen at Golden City tonight? Will he be fine?” Huo Yunting was tidying his unruly hair after a hot shower as his eyes were on his reflection, “You’re my wife. So, quit showing concern about other men in front of me.”
Zhaoyang clenched her fist, “I must admit that it was a rash mistake for me to elope with him back then. But we are no longer connected—that—closely as before. I mean am I not already standing by your side, sleeping on your bed? Just take it as I was—was showing concern to your family!”
Well, the readers could tell the fact that she had nothing else in her mind towards Chen was a lie. No doubt she would not want Chen to get into any trouble. But it was Yunting’s rebuttal that ceased the conversation completely, “Sorry but it’s not my family. You don’t have to concern yourself about the Huo family for me.”
He’s right—I can’t deny this since Huo Yunting officially announced he would no longer be associated with the family since mommy got in.
“You’re heartless, aren’t you?” She passed him a cold stare and turned away, leaving Huo Yunting smiling subconsciously.
What kind of heart could I have for an uncle who stole my wife from me?
He sneered as he watched his woman surfing the net with her tablet on the sofa. Her intention was clear—to check any live news update if something really happened at Golden City. The man sauntered to her and seized the tablet away from her, “Do you think typing a few keywords in the search engine could really help him? Please, do yourself a favor. Brush your teeth and sleep. You’ll get what you want tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’d better not get anything tomorrow morning. That’ll mean he’s safe.”
She seriously hoped that she would not see any injury or tragedy associated with Huo Chen the next morning since it took her nearly a century to recover from the news of Huo Chen being deceased back then.
“Okay, Dowager Lu, so why are you still awake?” Huo Yunting said, grabbing her wet little hand, “Look at you. You’re sweating. Go take another shower.”
