Mu Yan’s impression of Guan Chao was still stuck in the days when he bullied her during childhood. Even on the day before she left Beijing, he didn’t let her go.
But it’s been so many years now, she wouldn’t bear a grudge and cause trouble.
Mu Yan picked up two cups, took tea from the cupboard, put more in one cup and less in the other, then took the kettle and poured the water.
As the water surged into the cups, the tea floated up and then slowly sank. Mu Yan put the kettle on the cutting board and closed the lid.
"Are you upset?" Guan Chao’s voice suddenly ca.
Mu Yan turned her head to look at him, not understanding.
"In your grandparents’ hearts, you’re not the only granddaughter. Even though they know Zhuang Chujiao wants to harm you, they still choose to protect her. Even your husband is just an illegitimate child they selected for you." Guan Chao laughed softly, "You’re really pitiful; from childhood to adulthood, you’ve always been the one abandoned."
Mu Yan looked at his mocking expression and said coldly, "Even if he’s an illegitimate child, he’s the handso and rich type, and you? A third-generation military, sounds imposing, but besides flaunting authority, do you have any other rits?"
Guan Chao’s face turned sowhat ugly; when had he ever been rebuked like this?
But his mood wasn’t within Mu Yan’s concern; she picked up her teacup to leave, but then recalled so past events.
Her gaze returned to Guan Chao, filled with disgust, "A dog can’t change its habit of eating shit, only petty people dwell on others’ wounds and take the chance to sprinkle salt. And you’re blind; I’m no longer the girl bullied by you back then. Don’t go overboard with your words and actions."
The last sentence carried a warning, and with those words, she walked out.
Anger burned fiercely in Guan Chao’s eyes, as if ready to reduce her to ashes.
Good, very good. Disappeared for over ten years, and on first eting, she gave him a slap in the face, truly a little hedgehog.
Thinking carefully, indeed he had bullied her a bit excessively in the past.
With this thought, he suddenly wasn’t angry anymore.
Just rembering how she defended that man like a protective tigress.
Indeed, married won are different.
But — how could she marry so early.
Upstairs, Jiang Jingheng finished his call and, seeing Mu Yan hadn’t co up yet, decided to go down. At the stairway, he t her.
He took the teacup from her hand and asked, "Why did it take so long?"
"Was it long?" Mu Yan looked at him in surprise.
Jiang Jingheng furrowed his brow, didn’t say anything, and walked into the room.
Mu Yan followed and told him about running into Guan Chao in the kitchen.
"He bullied you when you were young?" Jiang Jingheng suddenly asked.
Mu Yan nodded, "Yes, he not only bullied himself but also brought classmates to bully . I hated him."
"Really?" A cold light flickered through Jiang Jingheng’s light brown eyes.
Mu Yan didn’t notice his change in mood, continued angrily, "You say he sarcastically mocked in childhood, and even now he’s still the sa. I directly called him a dog that can’t stop eating shit."
"Good for you." Jiang Jingheng chuckled lightly, raising a hand to pinch her cheek.
In his mind, he thought, old scores and new ones, he’d settle them all.
The Zhuang Family gave face to the Guan Family, but he, Jiang Jingheng, would not.
At noon, when Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng ca down for lunch, the Guan Family had already left.
At the dining table, Mrs. Zhuang looked at Mu Yan with loving eyes, "Nuannuan, this soup is good, have more."
Mu Yan glanced at the big bone soup in front of her, knowing it was specially made by the aunt for Zhuang Chujiao, she smiled slightly, "Okay."
Jiang Jingheng raised his eyelid, his chopstick movents unpausing, said indifferently, "She likes chicken soup."
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