The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 140 - 144 The Woman Who Married into Wealth (Part Four)
Chapter 140: Chapter 144 The Woman Who Married into Wealth (Part Four)
Yuan Qiran returned to Su Li’s bedroom with a somber air.
The woman who had angered him was buried in a pile of clothes, and the room was filled with clothes she had tossed out.
"Su Li..." Yuan Qiran called out in a suppressed voice.
If his familiar secretary were here, they’d know their boss was already very angry and not to be trifled with lightly.
The original host, who had once meticulously studied her husband’s every word and deed, could have discerned it, and naturally, Su Li caught onto it as well but merely glanced at him indifferently and nonchalantly replied, "Wait a bit, okay?"
Having said that, she continued her struggle within the pile of clothes, and after great effort, she chose a dress to her satisfaction and took the brand-new skirt into the dressing room.
Yuan Qiran felt like a duck whose neck had been squeezed, a surge of anger suddenly without an outlet, caught in his throat and making him uncomfortable.
After Su Li changed her clothes, it proved the saying that clothes make the person was not without merit; with the right attire, her beauty instantly went from great to overwhelming.
Dressed in a vibrant red dress, Su Li was fair-skinned, beautiful, and enchantingly alluring.
With her slender and swaying figure, every movement was captivating and bewitching.
When Su Li came out of the dressing room, Yuan Qiran was momentarily spellbound. Although he preferred her in a pure and lively style, it didn’t stop him from appreciating other types of beauty.
He had known from the beginning that Su Li was very beautiful, as she was famous for her beauty, and her reputation had spread to their upper-class circles, which was enough to attest to her loveliness.
But that was all it was—beauty alone was not enough to fascinate him, given the myriad beautiful girls he had seen. The reason he had chosen her initially was not only her beauty, but also her prickly and wilful personality that was just as renowned.
Having both a bitchy and manipulative nature, she was also vain...
Such a woman would be easy to deal with later on.
He hadn’t anticipated, however, that a woman could be so stunningly beautiful.
At that moment, Yuan Qiran couldn’t say his heart didn’t skip a beat upon seeing Su Li in such a demon-like appearance, but his willpower was resolute, and after just a momentary flicker, he regained his composure.
Yuan Qiran’s thoughts were, of course, unknown to Su Li, and even if she did know, she wouldn’t care.
She was just that beautiful, having fallen into the hands of such a scumbag was unfortunate enough—what more did they expect of her?
"Do you want to talk to me?" Su Li casually tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her temple, then continued, "Speak now then, what do you want to talk about?"
Yuan Qiran’s original pace was disrupted by this, and he genuinely didn’t know what to say for a moment. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
After waiting a while, Su Li sat in front of the vanity table, took out a bottle of matte red nail polish, and had already painted two nails without hearing a response from Yuan Qiran.
She kicked the foot of the vanity table impatiently as a reminder, her demeanor even more diva-like than Yuan Qiran’s, "Why so silent? You’re about to leave."
If you don’t speak now, there won’t be another chance later.
The words Yuan Qiran had originally intended to say were once again interrupted by Su Li, leaving him waving his hand in a rather annoyed manner, "Let’s talk when you come back."
"Oh," Su Li responded indifferently, then focused on painting her fingers and toes with nail polish and even carefully chose a delicate anklet to wear.
Suddenly, her whole appearance became even more bewitching, and Yuan Qiran stared fixedly at Su Li’s delicate, exposed feet adorned with the anklet.
Her petite and cute round toes, her snow-white smooth calves... a restless emotion began to stir in his heart.
He had just discovered for the first time that he had such a predilection.
Su Li turned around and was startled by Yuan Qiran, who was still standing there, looking at her with an inscrutable gaze.
Her face soured immediately, and she said irritably, "Why haven’t you left yet?"
"Where are you going? I’m heading back to the office. I can give you a lift on my way."
"No need. The place I’m going to isn’t on your way. I won’t bother you. The family driver can take me."
Yuan Qiran was dumbfounded, feeling not too good about being rejected so bluntly.
"Suit yourself." With a wave of his hand, Yuan Qiran left with an inexplicable mood.
Driving out of the garage, Yuan Qiran had originally been heading towards the office when he suddenly turned the car around and took another route.
He parked the car by the curb in front of a flower shop and, without getting out, simply rolled down the window and rested his hands on it, observing the woman bustling about like a busy bee inside the flower shop.
The woman was different from Su Li; she always wore a linen, loose-fitting dress, her pure and elegant face bare of makeup, like a lotus with morning dew, fresh and natural.
Yuan Qiran only watched for a while before driving away again.
Huayin, who was watering plants in the flower shop, seemed to sense something and looked outside with her watering can in hand. Did she just see Qi Ran’s figure?
But soon, she stopped thinking about anything else. Her "son," Hua Xinghe, appeared at the door of the flower shop with his little backpack.
"Mom, there’s a parent-teacher conference at school this afternoon. You’ll come, won’t you?"
Huayin frowned in distress, "Xinghe, you know I don’t have time. I need to bring some warmth to the kids at the orphanage this afternoon, so talk to your teacher, they’ll understand."
Hua Xinghe hung his head dejectedly, muttering softly, "But... you never come to the parent-teacher conferences, and my classmates laugh at me, saying I’m a child with neither father nor mother...."
Huayin: "They are just kids, they don’t understand. Our Xinghe is very good, so let’s forgive them. They probably don’t mean it."
As Huayin absentmindedly responded to her "son’s" words, she couldn’t help but think of the child she hadn’t seen for a very long time.
She wondered how he was doing, whether the Young Madam of the Yuan Family would treat him well. She had inquired a bit and heard that the Young Madam of the Yuan Family was difficult to deal with.
At the thought, Huayin’s grip involuntarily tightened, her resentment towards that man growing stronger.
"Mom, you’re hurting me." Hua Xinghe’s hand was painfully red, and he didn’t dare to cry out loud to avoid his mother telling him off for not acting like a little boy.
A little boy should be brave.
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Su Li, carrying a small bag and holding up the hem of her dress as she exited the car, attracted the attention of those around her.
Already there, Wen Yan and a series of Su Li’s plastic flower sisters, separated by a pane of transparent glass, watched in silence as the last to arrive, Su Li, walked in.
They gritted their teeth in anger, whispering complaints.
This bitch, her kid is already so big, yet she still dresses like an eighteen-year-old. Life is truly unfair.
She told us to come early, and yet she takes her sweet time to show up, such a persistent bad habit.
How annoying, this woman is both slutty and pretentious, yet seems to have grown even more beautiful. How infuriating...
