Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Chapter 779: I Will Not Forgive That B*tch

Qu Jing felt offended. He had not even cast two glances to the back, and who would not want to check out such a beautiful young lady? Besides, he had not done anything. Sure, he had had quite a few exes, but he had sincerely loved every one of them during those relationships. Naturally, they broke up because he did not love them anymore.

Confusion was plastered all over Ji Mianmian’s face as the two conversed. What were they talking about? Checking out what? Checking out who? Checking her out?

Yan Qingsi only found out the hotel belonged to the Ye family when they arrived at the destination. The charity dinner was also sponsored by them.

Yan Qingsi’s muscles tightened with anxiety. The Ye family…

Yue Tingfeng clutched her hand. “I’m here.”

He did not tell her to calm down, to not be afraid—he only used those three words, and Yan Qingsi felt her knotted muscles loosening.

She was about to finally confront the Ye family this time.

A doorman opened the car door. Yue Tingfeng got down first, then swept to the side and extended a hand to help Yan Qingsi down.

Yan Qingsi wore a gold-embroidered gown. With such a neutral color, it was understated and did not steal attention away from her beauty—rather, the gown amplified it, making her features even more prominent and alluring.

Yue Tingfeng took Yan Qingsi’s hand, fingers lightly touching her pulse. “Let’s go. Today, we’re here for a good time. Just bid for whatever you fancy. Your boyfriend has plenty of money.”

The weight on Yan Qingsi’s heart suddenly lifted. “Since you gave me permission, I’ll hold nothing back.”

Qu Jing escorted Mrs. Yue from behind.

“Look,” Mrs. Yue said, clearly pleased. “They’re a match made in heaven.”

Qu Jing nodded his head. “They are. I agree with you, Ma’am.”

…

The dinner had been going on for a while. Plenty of people greeted Yue Tingfeng as he passed by, and when they saw Yan Qingsi, they also paid her compliments.

However, everyone was secretly thinking of what Yan Qingsi had posted online—that she already had a boyfriend. In the end, in the end…he turned out to be a sugar daddy. What embarrassment for her actual boyfriend! He was such a pitiful figure, to be ensnared by this breed of woman.

Helan Fangnian came over and was not surprised when he saw Yan Qingsi. He knew Yue Tingfeng would have brought her along.

“Auntie, Tingfeng…” he said. “Thank you for coming.”

Yue Tingfeng spotted Mrs. Helan making her way over. “We’re not here today because of you,” he said, a sardonic smile splitting his lips. “My mom did mention that we’re here for your mother.”

Helan Fangnian’s brows drew together. There was something wrong about Yue Tingfeng’s words.

They were not here for him, nor the charity, but for his mother.

Unless, today…

Mrs. Helan glided over and caught Mrs. Yue’s hands in hers, her expression full of delight. “Ningmei, Tingfeng. I’m so glad to see the both of you here! I had been waiting patiently, but also anxiously—because I was afraid that you two wouldn’t come. Thank goodness you’re here. It’s such a big burden off my chest. I was seriously worried that you were never going to forgive me if you refused to come, and I was just thinking that I would go to apologize to the two of you in person.”

Mrs. Yue gently extricated her hands. “You were overthinking it. We’re just here for a good time. We’re not here to save your face,” she said, unsmiling, refusing to spare Mrs. Helan’s ego. “As for whether I’ve forgiven you or not, I’m just a normal person. It’s not easy raising a child alone, and I’ve always kept a watchful eye over him. Also, I hold grudges. I think I’ll be carrying this weakness with me till my dying day.”

In conclusion, she refused to forgive that b*tch.

Yan Qingsi almost failed to contain her laughter. She genuinely sensed Mrs. Yue’s feistiness suddenly surging forward now, her countenance completely different from the woman before.