Fated to My Billionaire Husband

With a mere loosening of her grip, the vase fell and shattered into pieces at her feet.

Jian Yufei squatted down crying like a wounded animal with her hands on her face. Suddenly, she was yanked up by the arm. Ruan Tianling, with a firm arm cinched around her waist, swiftly escorted her out and left her on the bed.

Her tiny, fragile body curled up on the plush bed, her hands perpetually shielding her face. He couldn’t make out her visage, but he could intuit the depth of sorrow she was in.

The man stiffly pressed his lips together, the irritation in his heart intensifying, bringing with it a throbbing ache in his heart that made his breathing falter.

“Summon the servants!” He turned on his heels and marched out with a booming shout.

The servant who had been present immediately rushed over, her gaze lingering on Ruan Tianling’s bloody neck.

Shock flickered in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her gaze upon meeting Ruan Tianling’s piercing gaze.

With unease, she asked him, “Young Master, what are your orders?”

Ruan Tianling remained silent, continuing to stride forth.

The servant understood his intention. He intended for her to go attend to the former mistress.

“Master, old Master Ruan is asking for you. He has something to say.” The servant hastily called out to his retreating figure.

Ruan Tianling paused momentarily before disappearing around the staircase corner.

The servant entered the bedroom and found Jian Yufei curled up under the quilt, her body and head entirely hidden from view.

She was startled and swiftly tugged at the quilt, worried Jian Yufei might suffocate.

However, the quilt was bundled too tightly for her to loosen it.

“Miss Jian, what’s wrong? Don’t hide under the blanket like this, you might suffocate.”

Jian Yufei slowly emerged from under the blanket, her beautiful eyes void of warmth.

“Where are my clothes?” She asked in a hoarse voice.

The servant paused before handing over a set of clothing from the sofa, “They are right here, including everything you need.”

“Leave!”

“…Alright, if you need any assistance, just call out to me. I’ll be outside the door.” The servant was not a fool and had guessed what was happening.

Amidst this predicament, it was not a time to agitate Jian Yufei. She needed to be careful when attending to her, for if anything went amiss, the young master would point the blame at her.

Downstairs, Ruan Anguo entered the living room with the assistance of the servants and sunk into the plush single-seated sofa.

He shot a glance at Ruan Tianling, who stood by his side, and said nonchalantly, “Sit.”

Ruan Tianling sat down without a trace of emotion on his face.

The old man did not open his mouth again, and he did not ask anything, either. He could guess that whatever his grandfather had to say was about Jian Yufei.

He remained mute, waiting for his grandfather’s exposition.

Upstairs, now dressed, Jian Yufei was interrupted by the maid who entered and said, “Miss Jian, old Master Ruan is waiting for you downstairs; the young master is also there.”

Jian Yufei sent a frosty glance at the maid, “Why did it take so long to bring the clothes?”

The servant swiftly explained, “It is not because I didn’t want to bring them earlier. All your previous clothes have disappeared. It seems someone has taken them. I had to take the time to buy a new set.”

“You could have come up and told me all this in advance!” If she had known there were no change of clothes sooner, she wouldn’t have foolishly waited in the bathroom.

“I was intending to come to tell you, but I saw the young master was also upstairs. I thought you two might want to talk, so I didn’t dare interrupt.” The servant earnestly explained. Her eyes were innocent, showing no signs of dishonesty.