The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1341: Chapter 1358: The Young Madam Isn’t Talking About That Matter (1)

Xiaonuan felt as if the most perfect corner of her heart had exploded.

In an instant, the entire world turned into a filthy wasteland.

”Xiaonuan, tell me, is everyone in your heart more important than me? In your eyes, I’m just a demon, a monster, while Liang Shaochen is an angel, right?”

Xia Xiaonuan stood up.

She looked incredulously at Nangong Yaoling: ”What are you talking about? Nangong Yaoling, how can you be so heartless? I know you have power and influence and can do whatever you want. But no matter what, it’s still a life, how can you...”

Nangong Yaoling closed his eyes.

”Is she dead? Didn’t she survive?” Nangong Yaoling said defiantly.

From what he knew, Rasha’er was only slightly injured and not in any danger of dying.

Was it necessary for Xiaonuan to both hug and cry in front of Liang Shaochen? Was her compassion overflowing too much?

Was it really for that woman, or did she simply want to be with him?

Nangong Yaoling was furious, he turned around and slammed a fist onto the table.

Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling’s tall back as if he were a stranger.

”You’re too much!” she shouted, quickly pushing herself and running outside.

The secretary walked in carrying a cup of milk tea, only to bump into Xiaonuan.

The secretary exclaimed, and the milk tea splashed onto Xiaonuan’s arm. She yelped softly and quickly moved aside.

”Ma... Madam President, I’m sorry...” the secretary stammered, stepping back several times and bowing her head in fright as she apologized.

Nangong Yaoling was momentarily stunned before quickly turning around.

”Xiaonuan...” he called softly, about to step forward.

Xiaonuan endured the pain in her arm, shook her hand, and quickly ran outside.

Nangong Yaoling took two steps to chase after her, but was blocked by the secretary in front of him.

”President... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to...”

”Get out—!”

Nangong Yaoling shouted furiously.

The secretary promptly bowed her head and quickly fled.

Nangong Yaoling rushed to the door, watching Xiaonuan’s figure enter the elevator.

He gritted his teeth.

Turned, and stormed into the president’s office.

Kicking down the chair next to the desk.

He reached out, ferociously sweeping everything off the desk.

Not satisfied with just that, he looked around, walked to a plant stand, and kicked over a rack of orchids.

”****—!” Nangong Yaoling shouted.

He went to the sofa and flipped over the coffee table.

There was a cacophony of noises echoing in the air.

Qin Yi heard the commotion and rushed over.

As soon as he entered, he saw the luxurious office instantly turned into chaos.

The air was filled with the fragrance of milk tea, and the ground was sticky.

Qin Yi’s face darkened.

He looked at the tall, straight figure in the center of the office, shrouded in gloom.

Low pressure emanated from the man, making the temperature in the president’s room drop by several degrees.

”Young Master... are you alright...” Qin Yi asked worriedly.

He stepped forward.

”Get out!”

Nangong Yaoling shot back without turning his head.

Qin Yi clenched his fist.

Fearlessly, he said, ”Young Master, is there some misunderstanding between you and the young madam?” Nangong Yaoling sharply turned his head, before Qin Yi could react, a gust of wind flashed before him.

”Bang!”

A fist heavily punched him in the eye.

Qin Yi staggered back a step, holding his eye, groaning softly.

Nangong Yaoling looked at him and snapped irritably: ”I told you to get out, why are you babbling!”

Qin Yi released the hand covering his eye.