Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

There were two knocks at the door, and Wang Boyce answered, pulling his wardrobe shut and turning around.

He thought it was Ho Leng, but instead it was Yang Carina who came.

Yang Carina is very close to her brother but rarely asks him about his love life. Now that she has appeared in front of him in such a serious manner, not only Wang Boyce is not used to it, even Yang Carina herself feels awkward.

Still, she asked cautiously, “Brother, you don’t really like He Ren, do you?”

Wang Boyce snickered, “Have you ever seen me like anyone but Yang June?”

“Then why are you still doing this to her?” On this point, Yang Carina was as puzzled as everyone else.

She hadn’t asked Wang Boyce because she knew he was in a bad mood these days.

Wang Boyce was silent, then came over to her and stroked her head calmly, “I’m going to change, do as you’re told and go down and eat your meal.”

“Brother, that’s how you are, you won’t say anything!” Yang Carina pushed his hand away with an indignant look, “Look outside, it’s windy and rainy and the temperature is so low. how dangerous would it be for June to run out like that, and you know she has nowhere to go, where would you let her go alone in the middle of the night?”

“No one let her go.” Wang Boyce remained calm, but his heart began to grow a little restless.

He thinks it’s a consequence of Yang June running off on her own, and he’ll only gloat even if she sleeps on the streets, but after hearing Yang Carina’s words, there’s actually an inexplicable worry in his heart, so it’s not right!

“Brother, you weren’t like this before.” Yang Carina came around to him and gazed at him, “There’s actually no need to hate her so much, since you’re already married to her, think outside the box and get on with your life. If you don’t open your heart, you’ll never sleep well and then stay so thin, do you want to faint in the conference room like last time? Do you want to scare us all to death?”

The knot … in his heart seems to be hard to open.

Of course he knew this was not the way to go, but what could he do?© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Yang June ran out of The Wang Family villa and stopped a passing taxi to get in.

When confronted with the driver’s inquiry, she couldn’t answer for a moment. Out in such a hurry, where was she going? Even she didn’t know!

She doesn’t want to go back to The Wang Family, she doesn’t want to go back to face Wang Boyce and He Ren, and she doesn’t want Wang Boyce to think that she’s stuck at The Wang Family and won’t leave.

But where else could she go but to The Wang Family?

She could have gone up to Greta’s house for the night, but Greta’s brother had recently returned home and she didn’t really want to see him.

LS City is so big and at this moment there is no place for her, it’s sad to think about.

Just when she was at her wits’ end, not knowing where to go, a precious blue sports car suddenly leaned over by the side of the road. It was so flashy, so stylish, a style that Yang June couldn’t forget after seeing it once.

She was curious as to why he had come, was he trying to be a hero?

“I heard you got fixed by your husband and are making a run for it.” Annchen rested his hands folded on the car window with a smirk on his face.

Yang June looked at him stubbornly, “Who told you that?”

“Anonymous text, no idea who it is.” Anchen shrugged.

He didn’t know, June herself did.

He Ren is doing this just to make Wang Boyce misunderstand her a little deeper, and at this moment, there might be a high pixel camera aiming at her from somewhere, waiting to capture an intimate photo of her and An Chen.

Women are no less vicious than men!

“Come on, there’s plenty of room at my place.” Annchen gestured at her to get in.

How large the house of the An family Yang June had seen, and there were certainly many rooms, and it was not that she had not been up to his house before. It is just that nowadays, there is no Wang Boyce by her side before, and An Chen is not in the country …

“No, thank you for your kindness.” Yang June declined, scanning around and noticing a hotel right next to her. With a twist of her footsteps, she headed in the direction of the hotel.

“Don’t be a hero, I know you need a warm embrace right now, I can give you that.” An Chen got out of the car and walked around to her, blocking her way, looking at her with a condescending smile, “Wang Boyce will let you get wet outside because he doesn’t love you, but I can’t let you stay wet like this. Since you’ve decided that I’m secretly in love with you, you have to do something to like you, don’t you?”

“My embrace is definitely warmer than his, you can try it.” An Chen held up the umbrella with one hand and clasped her into his arms with the other.

Yang June’s tears instantly gushed down like a spring.

Even an unrelated An Chen can sympathize with her, but not Wang Boyce, and she no longer dares to guess whether Wang Boyce loves her even a little bit.

She let go of all her scruples, all her hesitations, and clung to An Chen with tight hands, letting her tears slide unchecked into his neck and stain his clothes.

Yes, at the moment she needed such a warm embrace so badly, someone who could take her away from the rainy night, so why all the worries?

An Chen was so tight that she could barely breathe, the wetness of her neck tickled with her tears, he tried to loosen her arms, it was useless. Eventually did not move again, only asked carefully, “Are you … okay?”

“I’m cold …” She choked with a thick, nasal sob.

Instead, An Chen laughed and forcefully grabbed her off of him, “You finally admit you’re cold?”

This woman, who’d been pretending to be strong, who’d been showing generosity, he’d thought she’d forgotten she was a woman.

Eventually, Yang June was checked into the hotel next to An Chen.

The large VIP suite is lavishly decorated and fully equipped, and all Yang June needs is a tray of hot water and a bed.

Slightly warmer after washing her body with hot water, but still bone chillingly cold, she sat herself in a ball on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, her arms around her knees, her gaze dull, and for a long time she said nothing.

The big bed, the tiny people, the mere sight of it makes the heart ache.

An Chen handed her a cup of warm water and watched her drink it before taking the cup and placing it on the table, looking at her askance, “Let’s get started, will you take it off yourself or will I do it for you?”

Finally, Yang June raised her face in reaction, her pale face instantly tinged with a flash of anger as she stared at him and gritted her teeth, “What are you talking about?”

“Take off your clothes, ah, a lone man and a woman came to a hotel to get a room, you can’t do nothing, right?” An Chen said with a serious face, not at all like he was joking.

Yang June got hot and ripped the quilt off her body to reveal her snowy white robe and glared at him, “You try taking it off?”

An Chen suddenly laughed and leaned down, bracing his hands in front of her body and sizing her up close, “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in living widows, but seeing as you can get that angry, it proves that you’re okay.”

He patted the corner of Yang June’s puffy mouth, “Good girl, lie down and sleep, you’ll only have the strength to fight your mistress when you’re refreshed, don’t you think so?”

“I’ve said my thanks, go away so I can sleep when you’re gone.” Yang June pulled the quilt back over her body.

Instead, Annchen shook his head, “I’ll stay in case you slit your wrists.”

How can he be relieved to see Yang June like this?

He knew that Yang June would kick her out, as it were, and after saying this, he turned and headed for another small room.

Wang Boyce did quickly learn of Yang June’s whereabouts, still with anonymous text messages, with pictures.

The steering wheel turned and he headed for the hotel in the picture.

He stood at the door of the suite, his hand raised high, but hesitated to knock down. He dreaded the sight, the sight of Yang June with another man.

Yang June has loved Shen Ron for as many years as he has been in pain, and now that it is so easy for Shen Ron to marry and have children and be happy, he doesn’t want to see Yang June move on to another man.

Without love, where is the hate.

How much he hated her was how much he loved her, and that was something he had to admit.

But on the contrary, it was An Chen who came to open the door, the man who had taken her away at the party.

“What brings you here?” Annchen was frank enough to look him over from top to bottom.

“I’m here to see my wife.” Wang Boyce crossed over to him and took the liberty of heading inside the room.

“Your wife doesn’t want to see you right now, hello …” Annchen followed him in, but still didn’t have time to stop him.

Wang Boyce is already standing in front of Yang June’s bed.

Yang June was already asleep on the bed, curled up in the corner like an abandoned kitten, even with tear stains on her face.

The scar on the corner of his forehead, hidden in the dim fluorescent light, was painful to see.

An Chen gave Wang Boyce a cold sweeping glance and said in a mocking tone, “Isn’t it an accomplishment to see your wife looking like this?”

Wang Boyce didn’t pay any attention to him and leaned down to carry Yang June out from inside the blanket, moving fairly gently.

Yang June was disturbed awake and opened her eyes surreptitiously, Wang Boyce’s handsome face flickering in and out before her eyes.

“Brother …” She called out softly, so aggravated that even her voice was tinged with sobs, “I really didn’t mean to …”

“I know.” Wang Boyce nodded. His heart warmed slightly, it had been a long time since he’d heard her call him brother so softly like that.

He knew? He knew and he did this to her.

Yang June sobered up considerably, her gaze fixed on him indignantly.

He can run The Yang Family into the ground, so how low can his IQ go? How could he not even see through He Ren’s little scheme?

He had done this to her for no other reason than to break her heart, but if that was the case, why did he run out to her?

Wang Boyce took her jaw in his hand and forced her to meet his eyes, “From now on, just settle anything at home, don’t just run outside, let alone to another man’s side.”

Yang June struggled slightly and instead of breaking his grip, he was swept smoothly into the crook of his arm and headed for the door.

“I don’t want to go back to …” Yang June protested in a small voice.

“That’s your house.”

“That’s not my house anymore.”

“But you’re Mrs. King now.”

“I’m not …”

“Yang June, I’m not holding you responsible for running off to get a room with a man because I’m tired and I don’t want to fight with you, so I advise you better not mess with me and save yourself the regret.” Wang Boyce saw that she was barefoot, so he simply picked her up horizontally and walked in the direction of the elevator.

He knew that Yang June wasn’t the type to have bad intercourse and could see that she and An Chen weren’t having anything substantial. Most of all, the pitiful way she curled up on the bed just now and her soft ‘brother’ quenched the anger that was burning inside him.

An Chen watched the backs of the two leaving, smiled faintly, and left the suite as well.