"She escaped from the airport, but I won’t let her keep running. I will definitely bring her back!" Third Young Master Jun’s eyes were sharp, his tone dominant.
"Catch?"
Old Madam Jun’s voice rose by eight degrees, staring at him incredulously.
"You brat, are you trying to catch a fat sheep? You’re driving mad! With your strong-handed attitude, it’s no wonder she’s avoiding you at all costs, refusing to be with you."
"Grandma, it’s who doesn’t want her." Third Young Master Jun frowned.
"Well now, she doesn’t want you. Your performance at the airport today was absolutely terrible. What were you saying, ’Co out obediently, you can’t escape from my palm’? What woman wouldn’t be angry after hearing that? It’s good enough she didn’t slap you several tis, but you still expect her to graciously deliver herself into your mouth."
Third Young Master Jun scoffed.
"Besides threats, what else can I do?"
With her, he had been like this from the start. Whenever she is disobedient, he exerts pressure, refusing to accept any resistance and each ti, she would comply out of fear or due to her vulnerability.
He was also accustod to these tactics because he knew she would always succumb to him.
But this ti, she didn’t.
"Can’t you speak a few gentle words, confess on TV, beg a little, say ’Wife, I love you, I know I was wrong, co back to , I will change, love you and protect you’ and such sweet nothings? Won’s hearts are soft after all. If you could be humble and gentle instead of maintaining such a strong and nasty attitude, I promise she would succumb to it."
"Ha...Her heart is as hard as iron. She won’t be moved!"
Even a romantic proposal ceremony did not move her, there is nothing in this world that could.
"Besides, why should I, Third Young Master Jun, bow down to her?" He looked on defiantly.
"You..." Old Madam Jun looked as if she was going to be driven to death by his words, pausing, she sighed, "You need to clarify sothing, are you chasing after her for the child, or for the mother, or for both. If you really bring her back, what are your plans?"
Third Young Master Jun was silent for a long ti: "I won’t let my child be illegitimate."
"And what about Ye Lu? Do you truly not love her anymore?"
"...I don’t."
Old Madam Jun sighed: "You hesitated. Do you really not love her, or are you forcing yourself not to? There’s a big difference. You may suppress your feelings until you overlook their existence. But ignoring them doesn’t an they’re not there. You think you’ve let go, but it’s always hidden in an unseen corner. My child, I hope you can understand your true heart!"
Third Young Master Jun sat in the garden all night, the dew moistening his hair. He thought a lot, or maybe he didn’t think at all.
In the end, he just turned towards the rising morning light, laughing dominantly.
"Ha, does it matter whether I love her or not? Anyway, I’ll catch her first. Once I bring her back, I’ll know!"
He’ll find out if his heart is deadened or reignited.
He grabbed his phone, commanded: "Feiyu, notify all the TV stations, put up an ad, offer a billion reward for her."
Feiyu imdiately asked: "Should we add a sweet note, like: ’Wife, please co ho...’ This is what the old madam forced him to ask."
"No need, just write ’Even if you are Sun Wukong, you cannot escape my Five Finger Mountain, if you don’t show up, you’re dead at!’" Third Young Master Jun sneered.
Feiyu’s face darkened, was this adding fuel to the fire? Third Young Master, have you really lost your mind?
That’s all for today, Third Young Master really has low emotional intelligence. Did everyone enjoy the red envelopes?
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