Bab 14: Mr. Nice's Temper
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Feng Lanchu's mother-in-law had not come over the past few days. She probably did not want to play gooseberry.
However, she did not know that Jiang Anzhi loved taking Jiang Che to the vegetable plot to work on it. Otherwise, it would have been rather interesting for the three generations to work together on the plot.
Jiang Che spent plenty of time with his father, so much so that when Jiang Anzhi's leave ended and he had to go back to work, Jiang Che started crying. He hugged his father's legs and refused to let go. Jiang Anzhi felt terrible, and he carried the boy, kissing him again and again. He finally managed to persuade the boy to let go after much gentle coaxing.
"Dad, you have to come back immediately the next time you are on leave."
"I will."
"If you don't come back, I will slowly forget you. I don't want to forget you."
"Alright."
"Dad, I love you."
"I love you too."
The father and son duo whispered sweet nothings to each other while Feng Lanchu and Chen, Jiang Anzhi's manager, stood by the side like giant gooseberries.
"People say that sons are more attached to their mothers while daughters are more attached to their fathers. I don't think that's true." Chen muttered.
"I am used to it." Feng Lanchu shrugged helplessly. The father and son pair acted sweetly towards each other in front of her every day.
Chen looked at the beautiful Feng Lanchu sympathetically. "I can't imagine what he would be like when he has a daughter in the future."
He would probably dote on her a lot.
Feng Lanchu glanced at Chen. She laughed but did not say anything.
Jiang Anzhi saw the two chatting from the corners of his eyes. His hands, which were holding on to Jiang Che, paused slightly. The gentleness on his face also dissipated.
"I have to go to work now. Listen to your mother."
"I will. I will be good."
"Good boy."
Jiang Anzhi put Jiang Che back onto the ground. He glanced at Feng Lanchu with his dark eyes and said lightly, "I'm off then."
Feng Lanchu paused for a moment. Then, she smiled warmly and sent Jiang Anzhi and Chen off.
After a few days of not speaking to each other, she had thought that Jiang Anzhi would not speak to her. She did not expect that he would still say goodbye to her in the end. He was really a refined man. Look at how touching his gentlemanly nature was.
That was right. After their late-night conversation that night, Mr. Movie Star had given her the cold shoulder. She had tried to butter up to him, but nothing she did could melt him. He spent his days with Angling and went to bed right after washing up at night.
He ate what she cooked and grabbed her wrist at night. But he just ignored her otherwise.
Feng Lanchu was rendered speechless by such childish behavior. Finally, on the night before Jiang Anzhi left, she made the first move and prodded the man who slept with his back to her.
"Mr. Anzhi, it's pointless for you to do this, eh."
The man did not react.
"Where else will you find such a reasonable wife? You should be thankful. Why are you angry?" She muttered to herself. Then, she had a sudden epiphany, "Or, are you afraid that I will want to divvy up your wealth?"
Understanding the key of the issue, Feng Lanchu scooted up to him and said, "To tell the truth, even though I don't make as much money as you do, I have no problem keeping myself and Angling alive. I'm not..."
Feng Lanchu had not yet finished her sentence when the person in front of her turned around and pressed his body against hers. His voice was low as he said, "If you don't want to sleep, we can do something else."
???
Feng Lanchu looked at Jiang Anzhi questioningly. Weren't they talking about getting a divorce? Why was he suddenly behaving in such a PG-rated way?
His eyes were very bright in the darkness, but they were also cold.
Even though Feng Lanchu's EQ was not very high, her IQ was pretty decent. She could keenly sense the danger emanating from Jiang Anzhi, so she shut her mouth obediently.
"Stop talking about a divorce, and don't say anything about taking Jiang Che with you." Jiang Anzhi's hands, which were pressing her shoulders down her shoulders, tightened. "Furthermore, what are you going to use against me to take Jiang Che from me?"
Feng Lanchu was speechless. Indeed, she was no match against his power, wealth, and status. But she still felt like arguing with him for some reason. What should she say!
-- Hadiah diterima