The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting - Chapter 143: The Higher The Climb, The More Tragic The Fall

Chapter 143: The Higher The Climb, The More Tragic The Fall

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Maid Yu walked over and looked through the peephole. She gasped when she saw who the visitors were. “Oh god, what’re those two doing here?”

Shui Anluo saw that Maid Yu had returned and asked, “Who?”

“That horrid mother and daughter,” Maid Yu replied unevenly. She has no intention of opening the door.

‘An Jiahui and Shui Anjiao?’

“Heh, those two really don’t have any dignity at all. They still have the guts to come over here?” Qiao Yaruan said and promptly walked out, intending to confront the pair.

“Empress Dowager, go upstairs with Senior Brother, I’ll see to them myself. One has to climb to the highest point before dying horribly in a fall, right?” Shui Anluo curled the corners of her lips. There were many ways to die. Shui Anluo would not let them die so easily after they had provoked her.

Qiao Yaruan stared at Shui Anluo in disbelief. This version of Shui Anluo was very much like… Chu Ningyi!

Very good!

Mo Lusu stared at Shui Anluo and did not say much. Instead, he nodded and followed Qiao Yaruan upstairs.

Just as Qiao Yaruan was heading up, Shui Anluo asked her to carry the little darling upstairs for her as well. After all, she does not want those two women to disturb her son’s rest.

After they had gone up, Shui Anluo took out some eye drops and applied them on her eyes to make it look like she had been crying. She then slapped herself hard across the face. “What do you think?”

Maid Yu lifted her thumb. This was definitely a pitiful-looking crying face. Indeed, only this version of Shui Anluo would be fit for the two-faced Young Master.

“Young Madam, what should I do?” Maid Yu asked excitedly.

Shui Anluo’s lips twitched. She wanted to ask Maid Yu what she was feeling so excited about.

Based on Shui Anluo’s point of view, Maid Yu was like a clown. She liked to whip her phone out and take pictures of Chu Ningyi and Shui Anluo’s routines. She also liked all sorts of gossip even more.

Shui Anluo thought about it before she looked down and whispered something into Maid Yu’s ear. Maid Yu grinned at her. After reading so many royal drama novels, she would definitely be able to accomplish this.

After Shui Anluo finished speaking, Maid Yu slipped into her part and stiffly went to open the door.

Shui Anluo sat on the couch as she hugged herself tightly like a frightened little prawn.

As soon as the door opened, Shui Anluo cried out fearfully, “Don’t open the door, don’t open the door.” She then continued to sob.

Maid Yu turned back and scoffed coldly, “Do you think this is your home? The Young Master isn’t home so I’m in control here.”

An Jiahui’s eyes darkened. Shui Anjiao heard what Maid Yu said and her heart bloomed with joy when she saw the pitiful look on Shui Anluo’s face. Since Shui Anluo has been turned into a scurrying little mouse, who was the smug one now?

An Jiahui stared at Shui Anluo who was trembling on the sofa and curled the corners of her lips into a sneer. With Chu Ningyi away, there was no way Shui Anluo could continue to act smug.

“Miss Shui, I was blind to facts the last time, you see. I had actually helped her to spread lies about you. I now see that you’re the one who’s truly a good match for my young master.” Maid Yu held Shui Anjiao’s hand as she exclaimed warmly.

Shui Anluo lowered her head. From an outsider’s point of view, she looked absolutely miserable but she herself was afraid they would notice the look on her face. With Maid Yu’s acting skills, it was a waste of talent if she did not go into the acting industry.

Based on Maid Yu’s intonation, An Jiahui could tell that the Chu family has completely given up on Shui Anluo. Otherwise, they would never allow a maid to treat her this way. An Jiahui walked complacently towards Shui Anluo.

“Shui Anluo, as long as you hand over the shares and leave ‘A’ City, I guarantee that I won’t ever cause trouble for you. What do you say?” An Jiahui spoke haughtily as she looked down and stared at Shui Anluo who was cringing on the sofa.