Chapter 171 - What If Your Mom Wants Me to Get Married to You?
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yue Tingfengâs state of mind was astoundingly indecipherable.
Yan Qingsi spouted all those lies in front of his mother, yet he still let his mother believe everything.
Yue Tingfeng knew his own mother well. When the woman saw Yan Qingsi for the second time that day, she felt guilty because she thought her own son was useless!
Nevertheless, Yue Tingfeng had been wrongly accused.
If he really wanted to have a baby, would the slutty Yan Qingsi even give him that opportunity?
Yue Tingfeng gnashed his teeth. âAnd you still have the indecency to say all that. My momâs the only one who believes you.â
Yan Qingsi took a bite out of some chicken and could not help but comment on how delicious Mrs. Yueâs cooking was.
She spat out the bones and said, âTch. Donât blame your motherâs IQ. The only one to blame is your character. Youâre the one who made it this way. How much of a lowlife are you really, that your own mother wonât even believe what you say?â
Yue Tingfeng had no comeback for that.
He never really did consider that question at all. How bad of a person was he that his mother would rather trust a slut than her own son?
Yue Tingfeng leaned back and wrapped his hand around Yan Qingsiâs waist. âMy mom said today that you and shouldnât hurt each other since we are both bad people. So, I told her that if itâs so, why must I hurt other women? Since you and I are cut from the same cloth, itâs best that we spend our days together. What do you think?â
Yan Qingsiâs heart tensed up. Yue Tingfengâs words suggested that he wanted to be with her long-term.
She drank some soup and said, âHehe, I donât think much of it. You may be kind enough not to harm others, but Iâm not like that. Iâd like to find a nice boy from a good family and torture him for the remainder of his life.â
Yue Tingfengâs originally relaxed face turned dull in a flash. He stared bitterly at Yan Qingsi. âSomeone like Jin Xuechu?â
Yan Qingsi looked directly and him and taunted, âI canât say. Maybe someone like Qin Jingzhi? Iâm eager to have you call me auntie.â
All of a sudden, Yue Tingfeng pressed Yan Qingsi under him and kissed her to shut her up.
Her mouth was filled with the taste of chicken soup since she drank some earlier.
Not long later, Yue Tingfeng released her and said moodily, âYouâre no match for me you know. Would it kill you to go easy on those sarcastic remarks?â
The one thing he truly hated hearing was Yan Qingsi talking about other men.
Yan Qingsi replied, âNo can do!â
She stretched out to take two pieces of tissue paper. She wiped her mouth and continued drinking the chicken soup.
Even when lying down, Yan Qingsi held the bowl firmly in her hand. Managing to not spill a single drop of soup.
Yue Tingfengâs mouth twitched. It seemed that Yan Qingsi placed more importance on the chicken soup than his kiss.
Just how insignificant was he to Yan Qingsi?
Yue Tingfeng huffed and said, âIf my mom knew how much you liked the soup she made, she would definitely be happy.â
âOh really? Then you canât ever tell her about it.â
âWhy is that?â
Yan Qingsi finished drinking the soup and placed the bowl down. She turned around and gave Yue Tingfeng some flirty glances. âTsk, what if your mom likes me and insists that I get married to you?â
Yue Tingfengâs heart began beating rapidly, but Yan Qingsi got up before he could say anything. âI think I should go. My stuff is still there.â
Lying motionless on the sofa, Yue Tingfeng acted dumb. âWhat stuff?â
Yan Qingsi kicked his leg and said, âDonât you play stupid with me. My clothes, my luggage, and all my other stuff. Iâll kill you if you dare throw them away!â