Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day

64 Ye Beisheng is my wife

‘Miss Ye, we weren’t asking for your opinion.’

Father Jian was humiliating Mrs. Huo.

The servants all lowered their heads, their breaths trembling, and they did not dare to speak.

Huo Xiting raised his eyes coldly and smiled. “What she says is what I say. I don’t care about monetary items or a small Jian family.”

“But…”

He put down the teacup, his eyes as sharp as knives. “Ye Beisheng is my wife. Since Uncle Jian has come to the Huo family as a guest, you should know how to address my wife. By addressing her as ‘Miss Ye’ will only show that the Jian family is uneducated and has no manners.”

Father Jian’s body trembled!

This was a threat!

What Huo Xiting meant was that he didn’t care about the Jian family. He didn’t care about Jian Ningxue running away from the marriage because he didn’t care about the Jian family at all. In his eyes, the Jian family was like a clown!

He even said that they had to address Ye Beishengg as ‘Mrs. Huo’. Otherwise, it would mean that the Jian family had no manners.

Jian Ningxue yelled in exasperation, “Brother Xiting, what do you mean by that?! Does she deserve to be called Mrs. Huo? I’m Mrs. Huo! I wanted to marry you and it’s true that I ran away from the marriage, so what?! Wasn’t that because I loved you too much? What rights do you have to marry this ugly monster to disgust me?!

Huo Xiting’s voice was cold. “Uncle Zhang.”

Uncle Zhang hurriedly stepped forward, “Mr. Jian, Mrs. Jian, the three of you who trespassed into the villa today. If the ninth master wants to make this a big scene, I’m afraid the three of you will have to go to the police station for two days on the charge of trespassing. So now, Mr. Jian, are you going to leave on your own or are you waiting for the ninth master to call the police?”

Father Jian’s face turned even uglier. He gritted his teeth and said, “Xiting, I hope you can think it through. Let’s go.

Jian Ningxue was shocked, “I won’t leave! I won’t leave! I’m not married to Brother Xiting yet, I’m not leaving…”

Mrs. Jian saw that her husband’s expression wasn’t right. She hurriedly took her daughter and staggered out of the Misty Mountain Villa.

Jian Ningxue was still making a fuss, “Dad, you said that I could marry Brother Xiting, why can’t I? You don’t love me at all! Ye Beisheng is a b*tch! Kill her! As long as you kill her…”

“Shut up!” Father Jian was exasperated.

“Why did you run away that day? Did you know that if you married Huo Xiting, the Jian family would have become the most promising family in this city! You fool! You actually ran away from it?!”

He narrowed his eyes and said, “Now, Huo Xiting has Ye Beisheng by his side… You’re right, as long as Ye Beisheng is destroyed, the position of Mrs. Huo will still be yours.

Madam Jian and Jian Ningxue looked at each other. Madam Jian nodded her head. “Ningxue, your father is right.”

“Ye Beisheng is just a young lady from the Ye family who is not loved by her father or her stepmother. It’s easy to kill her. You don’t have to do anything about this. It’ll be a piece of cake to ruin her.

Jian Ningxue bit her lower lip in anger. Her eyes were filled with viciousness.

Ye Beisheng, that b*tch, had actually stolen the man she had taken a fancy to.

She deserved to rot in hell!

*

In the villa.

Huo Xiting raised his chin slightly, and Uncle Zhang immediately understood the motion and moved the sofa out of the living room.

Ye Beisheng was shocked. “What are you doing with it?”

“Throw it.” Huo Xiting answered casually.

Throwing it away?

Could it be because… Jian Ningxue had sat on this sofa before?

“If you hate her so much, why did you agree to marry her?” Ye Beisheng asked curiously.

The man suddenly paused.

His eyes flickered slightly. “Ye Beisheng, I didn’t want to marry her back then.”

He did not go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to marry her.

Ye Beisheng was puzzled.

Didn’t he want to marry Jian Ningxue? But, that day at the Civil Affairs Bureau… he was there to marry someone.

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