The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

“She’s my date,” Mo Lusu replied indifferently.

Qiao Yaruan pulled Mo Lusu’s arm playfully. Indeed, this Senior Brother was the most reliable man at the start of this year.

The smile on Shui Anluo’s face deepened. With Senior Brother’s arrival, she has already won one round in advance though she had not done anything.

This kind of feeling was especially wonderful.

“Director Wei, Mis Wei does not only have bad taste, I see that she doesn’t have much character either. Is this the product of your education, Director Wei?”

Chu Ningyi’s voice was neither heavy nor light, which left Director Wei no choice but to emerge gloomily from the crowd. Director Wei smiled flatteringly as he replied, “Yes, yes, I did not educate her well enough.” He then turned around and slapped Wei Yuanyuan. “You wretched thing, how many times do I have to tell you to study well at home. Yet you refuse to even listen.”

Shui Anluo’s body trembled and her heart ached for Wei Yuanyuan’s face.

“It doesn’t matter if she had made a mistake in other things but my mother had this specially made for Luoluo. Now, Miss Wei is claiming that this was a dress worn by an auntie from the vegetable market. If my mother hears about this, I’m afraid…” Chu Ningyi drawled and even stared at his long, slender fingers in an unhurriedly.

Shui Anluo felt absolute delight as she listened to his leisurely speech. She looked at the sweat running down Director Wei’s face and felt an even greater pleasure. It was his fault for bringing up a daughter like that.

Director Wei’s legs turned to jelly as he heard this. Even the smile on his face has changed as well. He turned back once again and immediately kicked Wei Yuanyuan. “You just can’t do anything right. What’re you waiting for? Aren’t you coming home with me?”

Wei Yuanyuan was hit violently by her father and immediately fell to the ground. She burst into years and tugged onto Shui Anjiao, “Sister Jiaojiao, I…”

Shui Anjiao stared at the girl as she tugged on her skirt. She immediately swatted her hand away irritably. “Yuanyuan, you’d better listen to your father. Go home.”

Wei Yuanyuan’s small face was swollen after being hit. Now, she was even pushed away by Shui Anjiao. However, when she thought about how she would certainly end up beaten to death by her father when she got home, her body filled with goosebumps and she felt great hatred towards Shui Anjiao.

“Sister Jiaojiao, you had clearly asked me to say those words. You were the one who had asked me to humiliate Shui Anluo.” Yuanyuan threw caution to the wind and cried out loudly.

An Jiahui, who had been entertaining guests not too far away, overheard the commotion from that side. She frowned and walked over.

Shui Anjiao’s expression grew increasingly ugly due to Wei Yuanyuan’s words. She forcefully gritted her teeth and said, “What nonsense are you spouting? You said that you wanted to join the party so I had let you in. You’re the rude one yet you’re turning this on me?”

Shui Anluo smiled as she admired the scene. She did not have to do anything and they were already fighting internally.

“Shui Anjiao, you clearly said it yourself. In order to humiliate her, you had taken the bracelet and intentionally looked for her yesterday. In the end, that bracelet had turned out to be her unwanted possession.” Wei Yuanyuan jumped up and continued to scream, attracting everyone’s gaze.

Shui Anjiao stared at Yuanyuan as she listened to the whispers around her. Her face has turned the color of pork liver.

“What’s going on?” An Jiahui walked over, maintaining her airs as the lady of the house. When she noticed Shui Anluo, she exclaimed gently, “Luoluo’s here?”

Shui Anluo glared at her icily. She would love to see how long this woman plans to carry out this charade.

“You never mentioned that you were coming. I’ll send someone to summon your father down.” An Jiahui did not seem to have the slightest inkling of the event which has just transpired. Instead, she turned around and asked someone to summon Shui Moyun downstairs.

After all, An Jiahui’s plans for today were very important. Naturally, she could not let Shui Anluo destroy her plans.

“I think you mean that you’ll ask someone to call Shui Moyun down. Regrettably, he’s not my father.” Shui Anluo clutched Chu Ningyi’s wheelchair tightly as she icily corrected An Jiahui.