"Fine!" Yue Yaer looked at her with a smile, readily agreeing, "Words are not enough, how about I write you a guarantee letter?"
"You..." Mother Wang felt a lump in her throat, everything went dark before her eyes, and she almost fainted from anger.
Different.
Different!
Not what she imagined!
Why couldn’t she just plead with her?
Plead with her to let her be with her son?
She even proactively offered to write a guarantee letter!
Could it be that she isn’t playing hard to get, and really doesn’t care about her son?
No.
Impossible!
Just with Yue Yaer’s background alone, her son is definitely the best man Yue Yaer could find.
How could Yue Yaer give up on her son?
This has to be Yue Yaer playing hard to get.
It must be!
She angrily slamd the table, the headache she had just suppressed showed signs of intensifying again.
She quickly tried desperately to calm herself down.
Yue Yaer snapped her fingers to call the waiter: "Excuse , could I use so of your paper and pen?"
The waiter politely agreed and quickly brought her so paper and a pen.
Yue Yaer placed the paper on the table, holding the pen in one hand and her chin in the other, with a smile of interest, looking at Mother Wang said: "Auntie, I suggest you record this on your phone, and later show it to Wang Peiling, to prove to him that this guarantee letter was not forced by you but written willingly by . What do you think, Auntie?"
Mother Wang felt that Yue Yaer was deliberately trying to infuriate her.
She was trembling with anger, unable to control her fury any longer, grabbed the coffee cup in front of her, and raised her hand to throw the coffee at Yue Yaer.
Instinctively, Yue Yaer dodged slightly.
The coffee splashed in vain, only a few drops landed on Yue Yaer’s shoulder.
Yu Nuo imdiately stood up and rushed toward Mother Wang, grabbing her wrist and questioning, "What are you doing?"
"It’s okay." Yue Yaer waved at Yu Nuo, pulled out a few tissues, and wiped the coffee stains off her shoulder.
Fortunately, she was wearing dark clothes today, so the coffee stains weren’t very noticeable.
Unfortunately, the paper the waiter brought over got soaked with coffee.
The waiter ca over upon hearing the noise, bowing respectfully to both of them: "Ladies, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Please help clean this up," Yue Yaer pointed at the coffee spilled on the table, "Also, could you bring two more sheets of paper?"
"Sure, please wait a mont." The waiter swiftly cleaned up the table and brought two more sheets of paper for Yue Yaer.
This ti, Yu Nuo didn’t leave, instead stood behind Yue Yaer, glaring at Mother Wang.
Mother Wang looked at Yu Nuo with a puzzled expression: "Who is he?"
Yue Yaer glanced at Yu Nuo, then lowered her head, starting to write the guarantee letter: "He’s a bodyguard for a friend of mine."
Mother Wang looked at her skeptically: "Your friend can afford a bodyguard?"
Moreover, Yu Nuo was handso and well-grood, dressed in a well-tailored casual outfit, clearly from a certain international brand.
He didn’t look like a bodyguard, more like a pampered Young Master.
Yue Yaer is just a poor girl, how can her friends afford such an excellent bodyguard?
Yue Yaer continued writing the guarantee letter, chuckling lightly, "Auntie, although I’m poor, there isn’t a law that says poor people can’t be friends with rich people, right Auntie?"
Mother Wang’s face alternated between red and white with anger, and her headache worsened.
From the mont she sat opposite Yue Yaer, Yue Yaer had been pleasant and composed, unhurried, and no matter what she said or did, Yue Yaer maintained a calm, indifferent deanor.
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