Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married - Chapter 777
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Chapter 777: Just Marry My Son, Then
He felt restless now. How could a woman like Yan Qingsi seduce his uncle, who never allowed women to get close to him and was practically a monk?
Goddamn. She must be an absolute beast in bed.
No, no. He could not think of that. His uncle would kill him.
He had been beaten until he was black and blue, yet he could not say anything to his family. He felt so cursed.
However, in order to continue living his life, he could only gnash his teeth and swallow this bitter pill.
He should not have provoked that insane uncle of his.
After You Xi caught his breath, he felt pain all over his body. He could not tell where it came from, simply because it came from everywhere and all at once.
You Xi wanted to call for someone, but thought of something else. He crawled over to the dustbin and picked out You Yi’s discarded handkerchief. He wanted to throw it into the toilet bowl, but was afraid that it would not flush. Instead, he crawled outside, grabbed a lighter, and burned the handkerchief.
He watched the flames licking away at the handkerchief. “You Yi, you b*stard,” You Xi swore. “I even have to get rid of the evidence that I got beaten up by you…”
You Yi had threatened him into keep everything to himself. Of course, he would not dare reveal anything to his family. He would hang otherwise.
However, his uncle had a peculiar sense of hygiene. His handkerchiefs were all custom made, and the entire family would recognize them.
If anyone saw the handkerchief, everyone would immediately know that You Yi had visited last night.
You Xi concluded that his uncle had thrown the handkerchief away on purpose to test if he was conscious enough to get rid of it. If he did not, it would mean that he wanted to report the incident to his family—that he wanted to go loggerheads with You Yi.
The old fox! He was not human. The b*stard—the b*stard!
‘Just you wait. Yan Qingsi—that vixen—she will dump you too eventually. I will wait and watch as you suffer, as you are thoroughly shamed.’
He waited for the handkerchief to burn completely to ash before he pressed the call button for nurses.
The doctor was shocked at the sight of You Xi lying on the floor. “Did someone beat you up?”
Damn right, You Xi thought.
However, he could not admit that. He steeled himself and said that he had accidentally slipped and fell when he went to the toilet on his own.
He felt like he was being tortured. Not only had his wounds reopened, his broken bones had been dislocated. It meant that he needed to be hospitalized for an even longer period.
Naturally, You Xi’s condition garnered suspicion from his parents, but he insisted that he alone fell down no matter what they asked him and that it had nothing to do with anyone else.
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Yan Qingsi accompanied Mrs. Yue to buy clothes for the dinner. Yet after an entire afternoon of shopping, she realized nearly two-thirds of the purchases were hers when they returned home. Mrs. Yue had nearly dragged home the entire shopping mall.
“Women should always dress up nicely when they’re young,” Mrs. Yue said, tugging on Yan Qingsi’s hand. She was worried that Yan Qingsi would be embarrassed. “Youth is so fleeting; you won’t look as good when you’re older no matter how well you dress. And you’re so pretty, you have a good figure—it would be a shame if you don’t dress up. I would have bought even more if the car could have carried it all. You’d look beautiful in anything. Don’t bother trying to save money on behalf of Tingfeng—he has plenty of money, yet he’s always so stingy towards me.”
If Yue Tingfeng heard this, he would have felt extremely offended.
Him? Stingy? He gave his mother all the money she wanted, no matter how ridiculous the amount.
Mrs. Yue’s words washed over Yan Qingsi in waves of bubbling warmth. She took Mrs. Yue’s hands in hers. “Auntie, you’re so kind to me. I…don’t know what I should do!”
Mrs. Yue smiled. “Marrying Tingfeng then!” she said.
“I…” Yan Qingsi did not know how to reply. She wanted to nod, she wanted to promise it to her, but she could not guarantee the future.