Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luosang gazed at him.
“He will if he still wants to be the president. He doesn’t own the school, and Professor Ma can go back to work. I have already put the people in your school who insulted you the most in jail. I promise, no one in that school will dare to do anything to you. However, if your president es to see you, do not talk to him. Wait until I’m back,” Nian Junting said proudly.
“Why?” Luosang could never fully understand him.
“Because I’ll humiliate him. Or what? Let him beg you and then forgive him?” Nian Junting snorted, then left.
Luosang was dazed for a while, then slowly laid back down. Only at nine o’clock did she get up.
“Sangsang, the president of your school came to visit you. But as Young Master instructed, I told him that you’re not here,” said Sister Lan.
Luosang didn’t think that the president would e so soon. She didn’t know what Nian Junting planned to do, but she decided to let him do whatever he wanted.
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Shengting.
At one pm, Nian Junting made time to go back to his office for lunch. Once in, he saw Murong Cheng sitting on the couch.
“Why’s she here? Lu Kang, show our guest out,” Nian Junting ordered coldly.
Murong Cheng tapped her watch while saying, “I’ve waited for two hours.”
“Because of what your parents did, I’m too busy to even have lunch,” Nian Junting plained.
“Last night, my parents realized that they were wrong. They won’t listen to Kang Ying and her family anymore, and they won’t try to stop you from being together with Luosang.” Murong Cheng sighed, “They’re old. Every year they have might be their last.”
“Can people do whatever they want because they’re old?” Nian Junting asked without thinking.
“What do you want, then? Will you really not talk to them anymore?” said Murong Cheng. “You know what my father’s nephews are like. They will destroy the Zhong Zhou Group sooner or later.”
“Let them destroy it, then. I didn’t found it, so I feel nothing,” Nian Junting said carelessly.
Murong Cheng angrily grabbed an apple from the desk and threw it at Nian Junting, saying, “I spent half of my life working for the Zhou Zhong Group. Now you’re telling me that you feel nothing? You heartless thing.”
“Don’t throw that at me. I’m unhappy with you, too.” Nian Junting stared at her and said, “As my mother, you failed to persuade my grandparents. What did I do when my father cheated on you? I beat him up without saying a word, and I broke up with Shuangwei. I’ve been single all these years. Now, I finally have a girlfriend, but how did you treat my girlfriend?”
“What did I do?” Murong Cheng didn’t understand. “I’m supporting you.”
“You’re just saying that, but you didn’t give us any actual support,” Nian Junting plained. “Look at the mother of my rival in love. Chi Shengxu’s mother bought shoes and clothes for Luosang, let her feel the warmth of home, even became her godmother. What about you? You’re not even as good as Sister Lan.”
Murong Cheng couldn’t think of a word to say.
“You need to take all the responsibility for what has happened,” said Nian Junting. “Last year, when you found out that I was finally well, you sent Steward Wu away on purpose, to make Luosang take care of me alone. We slept in the same room, and our love started there.”
“Alright, it’s all my fault,” Murong Cheng surrendered. “I’m going to buy her shoes and clothes right now. Is that okay?”
“Go, don’t be unsupportive.”
Murong Cheng felt that even her stomach was twitching because of anger. What on earth had she done in her previous life that brought her such a son in this life?
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