He chuckled lightly, "Lanlan, don’t I understand you? By nature, you are timid. If you weren’t afraid of anything, would you have endured my tornt all these years? Right now, you’re just being stubborn, but in reality, you’re scared to death, so terrified it could kill you!"
"Yes, I’m so scared I could die. Let go of , give a good scare, and maybe I really will be frightened." Mo Lan not only refrained from speaking any words of surrender, but she even went so far as to provoke him.
Qi Ruigang felt as if he were riding a tiger from which it was impossible to dismount.
"You’re really not afraid?"
"I don’t know, let go and perhaps I’ll be scared."
"You think I don’t dare!" Qi Ruigang’s face darkened, this bitch, she should not think that he doesn’t dare to kill her!
"Of course you dare, I never doubt your words," said Mo Lan indifferently.
Her expression showed absolutely no sign of fear!
With an icy smile, Qi Ruigang resolved that today he would not let go or he would be no man!
His hands suddenly released—
But they did not let go simultaneously!
The hand that was holding her bent knee unconsciously let go first, but the hand on her back delayed by a second.
Mo Lan’s feet touched the ground first. Still, she lost her balance, and it looked like she was about to tumble down the stairs—
In the instant she was falling, Qi Ruigang violently grabbed her arm, yanked it forcefully, and her body crashed into his solid chest.
His strong masculine scent filled her nose and mouth, and Mo Lan frowned in disgust.
"Turns out you are a good husband, not forgetting to pull back at the crucial mont," Mo Lan said with a sarcastic smile.
Qi Ruigang felt defeated and furious!
"I’m not killing you, because I’m saving your life to get the chip back!" He threw her hand away forcefully, and Mo Lan’s body slamd into the railing.
By the ti she stabilized herself, Qi Ruigang had already strode down the stairs.
"Madam, are you okay?" The maid hurried over to support her, concerned.
"I’m fine," Mo Lan said, shaking her head indifferently.
That mont just now had been so perilous that the maid had nearly had a heart attack from the fright.
Yet Mo Lan’s response was so nonchalant...
The maid gave her a strange look, it seed as if the madam had changed.
The whole person appeared to have undergone a transformation...
...
A sumptuous breakfast had already been laid out on the dining table.
The maid pushed Mo Lan to the table, "Madam, what would you like to eat? I’ll get it for you."
"Just a bowl of porridge will do."
"Okay."
Qi Ruigang was taking a call in the living room; by the ti he ca over, Mo Lan was already eating.
The man sat opposite her, gave her a somber glance, and then picked up the knife and fork ready to eat...
"Achoo—" Mo Lan suddenly sneezed loudly.
"Achoo—Achoo—" She sneezed again twice.
Qi Ruigang had a fear of germs, who knew if her saliva had splattered on the food.
He put down the knife and fork heavily, and said icily, "Replace it all!"
"Yes!" The servants hurriedly cleared the food and replaced it with new dishes.
But Mo Lan did not allow them to change her food. With a spoon, she leisurely ate her millet porridge, without looking at Qi Ruigang from start to finish.
For so reason, Qi Ruigang found Mo Lan’s current deanor unbearable.
He was used to asserting his male dominance, and simply was not accustod to her coldness and indifference.
He slamd his palm onto the table, his voice ominous, "You’re doing this on purpose! Mo Lan, I warn you, do not push the limits of my tolerance ti and again!"
"What am I doing on purpose?" Mo Lan looked up innocently, "Qi Ruigang, I know you’re tough; in the past, you hit , never needing a reason."
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