Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

“What?” Shiyao whined lazily in a girly voice.

“When did you become Mrs. You? I didn’t know it as your good friend. I’m angry!”

Shiyao was startled and almost fell down from the bed.

“How do you know it?”

Qiao Fei proudly swirled the glass in his hand and sneered.

“Your husband came to pick you up yesterday. What else do you think I don’t know?”

Under Qiao Fei’s questioning, Shiyao embarrassedly pursed her lips, and then told him everything that had happened recently.

“Do you mean that your husband threw out one million to help you?”

Qiao Fei exclaimed covering his mouth, “My god! Yaoyao, you are rich now!”

“Stop calling him my husband. We’re not in that relationship.”

Shiyao held her head helplessly without telling him that the one million was actually borrowed from You Ze.

“Not what relationship? Even if he doesn’t love you, you’re still Mrs. You. You don’t know how many women earnestly long for it. Don’t be silly. You hit pay dirt!”

“Take me out to dinner, or I’ll never let it drop!”

Qiao Fei made fun of Shiyao with pride. He must grab the chance to rip her off.

Shiyao was going crazy. She really wanted to tell Qiao Fei that although she married You Ze, she had spent barely a dime of money of the You’s.

It’s near three o’clock after they ended 2 hours’ chit-chatting on the phone.

The afternoon weather was extremely nice; Shiyao went downstairs pleasantly in a pink casual suit.

She hadn’t closely visited You’s house, which was a detached European villa with black-and-white style, in line with You Ze’s cool and indifferent style.

Shiyao refused to be shown around by the servant, and wandered around the rooms by herself. All rooms looked identical except those of You Ze and Jiang Fengyi.

When she came near the last room, Shiyao couldn’t open it at all. Judging from the thick ash on the doorknob, the room must have been empty for a long time.

Without thinking, Shiyao sat idly on the sofa in the living room and freely watched TV, killing the whole afternoon bored.

…

When You Ze came back at night, Shiyao was talking fervently with Jiang Fengyi in the living room.

“You know what? A’ze wet the bed even when he was eight, but he never admitted it.”

Shiyao burst out laughing and didn’t notice You Ze coming in.

“I’m back.”

You Ze said coldly. He always went home quietly, but he was afraid that Jiang Fengyi would expose his secrets later.

“You’re back! I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

With a beaming face, Shiyao looked exactly as charming and gentle as a dutiful wife.

“Look, she is really considerate to A’ze.”

Jiang Fengyi quipped on purpose. You Ze said nothing. ‘However, it seems quite enjoyable to see such a sweet wife busy for me when coming home every day.’

Shiyao learned how to cook from an early age. She also liked cooking very much when she was in university, and she did well. Her mother once taught her that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.

But Shiyao aimed purely to satisfy her appetite, not to please men.

…

Li Sicheng stayed at Ji Manqing’s bedside, hugging her tightly with both hands over her shoulders, and his mother stood in front of the bed, holding her head high.

“You traded my child for one million, that’s all?”

The pale face and hoarse voice showed that Ji Manqing really had a bad fall.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Now that the baby has died, what else can you get except money?”

Li Sicheng’s mother looked at Ji Manqing triumphantly, “You should thank me. You can’t get anything without me.”

“I will ruin her forever!”

Ji Manqing cried and roared, which really frightened Li Sicheng.

Ji Manqing had always been tender and fragile, but now she was as terrible as a mad woman.

“Manqing, calm yourself.”

Li Sicheng held her more tightly and locked her deeply in his arms.

“You tell me how? Sicheng, we lost our baby. That’s our baby.”

Ji Manqing sobbed and looked so poor that Li Sicheng felt protective of her.

“Manqing, you must move on. I’ve promised Mr. You to let it go. Besides, we hurt Yaoyao first.”

“Move on? It’s our baby! Li Sicheng, how could you be so cold?”

“Enough! Enough! You deserve it. Why did you wear so dangerous shoes when you were pregnant?”

Ji Manqing trembled all over, her white lips shivering. She had the urge to rip the hypocritical face of Li Sicheng’s mother, but she couldn’t.

Ji Manqing was born poor. If she had not disguised herself well or been pregnant with Li Sicheng’s baby, Li’s family would have never accepted her.

Luckily, Li Sicheng was kind and innocent. With the puppy-dog eyes trick, Ji Manqing would easily win his heart.

“Sicheng….”

Ji Manqing heard what his mother said and cried more fiercely.

“Stop, mom! Manqing is sad. Please let her go!”

Li Sicheng’s mother scornfully curled her lips and walked swaggeringly out of the ward.

Ji Manqing’s face was full of tears, but there was no expression of sadness.

She had sacrificed her own baby to get the chance, so she wouldn’t let it slip.

…

The next day, Shi Yao woke up on time, energetic after a whole day’s rest. When everything was set, You Ze drove her to the company.

“You seem happy today.”

With a smile on his lips, You Ze looked clean and handsome.

“So do you.”

Shiyao snapped her fingers, and got out of his car happily. She wanted to finish the last part by herself.

“Bye! Mr. You.”

With a small satchel on her back, Shiyao bounced toward the company.

When she approached the company, she found the gate was surrounded by a crowd of reporters.

“Quiet! Be quiet please!”

The director and the manager were standing at the door, and the security guards were trying their best to keep the crowd in order, but in vain.

“Is the video on the Internet true showing that your staff member has killed the grandchild of the Li’s family because of jealousy?”

“It’s said that you want to settle it in private with one million yuan. Is a life only worth a million in your eyes?”

“Will there be greater potential danger with such a flight attendant working on the plane?”

Reporters from various TV stations jostled for asking questions.

Shiyao was squeezed out of the crowd. Hearing the reporters’ words, she quickly took out her phone and logged in her micro blog.

“Jiayuan Airlines Steward’s Violence” ranked first on the hot search list.

With a click popped out a 40-second video, which not only recorded the voice, but also clearly showed Shiyao’s face. The last sentence of sarcasm in it completely depicted Shiyao as a cruel woman.

Jiayuan was one of the top airlines in China, and had always had a good reputation.