bookrandom Chapter 117 I'm Your Wife
Chapter 117 I'm Your Wife
Yu Yuetong was filled with mixed feelings. She thought to herself that the infamy she should have borne back then had now become this cold and aloof young master's tool, all because of his ignorance. She was unwilling to accept this, wondering if she really had to tolerate everything just because she married this self-righteous and domineering CEO.
"I said, why do you always treat me like this?" Yu Yuetong suppressed her anger and tried her best to maintain her composure. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm your wife. Since things have come to this, don't come crying to me to complain!"
Upon hearing her words, Qin Reng suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing her like a knife. In that instant, Yu Yuetong's heart tightened; her intuition told her he was about to launch a fierce counterattack. However, his words were like a gentle breeze; he merely shook his head helplessly, a slight twitch at the corner of his lips, seemingly a sinister smile: "At worst, if you want to jump into a fire pit, I'll go with you."
"You really are..." Yu Yuetong frowned, suppressing her anger. She thought to herself: This man has a cold and hard personality; even if he wanted to kill her, he's more complicated than she imagined. He was just blaming her a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, he's become indifferent. He's truly a difficult character to deal with!
"What? You're not convinced?" Qin Reng approached her step by step, with a deliberate provocation, as if he was enjoying the torment. His expression contained a hint of disdain, but his eyes unexpectedly carried a teasing tone, a complex emotion that was both provocative and slightly attractive.
"Do you argue with me every day? What else do you want?" Yu Yuetong said angrily, trying to find some fun in this endless bickering.
"Think it over. If you drag me into this mess, don't call me to save you!" Qin Reng's gaze sharpened, his tone carrying a hint of danger, yet also a touch of amusement. It was as if he found enjoyment in this struggle.
Yu Yuetong didn't expect him to react like this. When she looked up, she met his gloomy eyes. As if afraid of getting hurt in this farce, she had no choice but to look away reluctantly and soften her tone: "Okay, then you'd better think more about how to help me clean up your mess."
Just then, the old lady coldly said, "If I hear you being so presumptuous again, don't blame me for being impolite." Her thunderous authority instantly silenced her argument with Qin Reng.
"Grandma!" The fleeting wariness in Qin Reng's eyes foreshadowed the thunderous wrath to come the next day, while Yu Yuetong breathed a sigh of relief—finally, she wouldn't have to be bullied by him anymore.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, even breathing felt oppressive. The old lady refused to yield, as imposing and heavy as a towering mountain, ravaging the two flickering candles before her. Surprisingly, Qin Reng, who had been so unrestrained and laughing just moments before, now wore an extremely complex expression—anger, helplessness, or something else, yet he didn't want to show it at this moment.
"The way you're behaving makes me feel incredibly ashamed!" The old lady slammed her hand on the table, making a sharp, resounding thud. The tense atmosphere, as if about to explode, intensified.
Qin Reng remained tense, unwilling to show weakness. He tried to argue, "I just want her to understand that I am the one in charge of this family!"
A surge of revulsion rose within Yu Yuetong. Before she could utter a word, a low, mocking laugh reached her ears, seemingly reminding her that her situation was as precarious as a castle in the air. She wanted to retort, but ultimately realized that this was not a wise move.
The old lady frowned deeply. "Don't take those sharp, cutting words seriously and think they can scare me! Are you two planning to live a peaceful life together, or are you going to insist on this kind of bloody, verbal sparring?"
The battle ended inconclusively, but both sides felt the undercurrent of pressure hanging over them. Yu Yuetong was burning with anger, and an impulse surged through her. She grabbed Qin Reng's hand, but in that instant, her heart skipped a beat—she realized that perhaps this war had no winner or loser.
"Let's sort things out first, then we can argue!" she replied in a low voice, as if making a promise to herself.
A turbulent undercurrent surged within Yu Yuetong's heart. The thunderous authority she had just witnessed left her with a strange sense of pressure. The old lady's cold glance was like two sharp blades, directly impacting the awkward, mutually accusing atmosphere between Qin Reng and her. The air in the room seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to stand still.
"How long are you two going to keep arguing?" The old lady's voice was tinged with exhaustion, as if she had been drained of all her energy by the young and inexperienced couple in front of her.
Yu Yuetong looked at Qin Reng, whose face was full of disdain, yet a vague unease lingered in her heart. His eyes, though angry at her, also held a complex mix of emotions. Was he not trying to argue, but rather to escape? A sense of relief washed over her, replaced by a touch of helplessness at his words. "I didn't mean it; I just wanted both of us to understand what you wanted."
"What I want? If all I want is for you to live a good life, then why would I need to personally educate you!" Qin Reng replied, deliberately suppressing his voice and trying not to choke on his breath.
“Then let’s work together!” Yu Yuetong said, trying to dispel the overwhelming hostility and burden. However, she was not being sincere, which made her smile bitterly to herself.
At this moment, the old lady raised her hand and said critically, "Do you think this is for leisure and entertainment? You two need to decide how you're going to live your lives from now on! Do you want me to continue watching this pointless arguing performance?"
For a moment, the two fell silent, their gazes conveying unspoken messages, like a sporting contest, sparks swirling beneath the surface. Yu Yuetong was restless; her shimmering eyes unconsciously swept over Qin Reng's profile, like a hidden temptation drawing her gaze.
"Xiao Yuetong!" Just then, Ji Momo stepped into the room from the doorway, a bright smile on her face, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds.
"Why are you here?" Yu Yuetong withdrew her gaze, pondering the current situation, eager to tell Ji Momo about the trouble that was about to be faced.
"I've come to inquire about what's going on between you and Young Master Qin," Ji Momo said with a bright smile, raising an eyebrow as she asked, "Did you two have another argument over something trivial?"
"That's no small matter. There are many things she doesn't understand." Qin Reng snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.
Yu Yuetong, quite pleased with herself, said with a hint of mockery, "I think you might not know, but Young Master Qin is currently putting on a show about how to manage a public relations crisis. If you calm down and listen to our argument, you might witness a truly fascinating drama!"
A hint of disdain flashed in Ji Momo's eyes. "Young Master Qin has always been a cold and unruly character. Don't you want to change your habitual tendency to always put things on hold?"