"I have something to do here."
Rong Yan is a workaholic after all and will not waste time on other things.
If it was before, he would have hung up the phone directly. It was really not easy to listen to Meng Yao's words.
"What could be more important than your beloved wife? Besides... it would be bad if someone else hugged me and it became a hot topic. Although I am not afraid of these scandals, I always think about my husband! Others don't know, but everyone in your circle knows about the relationship between the two of us. It would be bad if others mistakenly thought you were cheating! You know I am not good at talking and I get nervous easily if asked by elders. Oh, it's really cold here..."
Rong Wei's eyes darkened and he hung up the phone directly.
*
Meng Yao was looking at the disconnected screen and could hardly resist the urge to shake her ankles.
She was not in a hurry, she was sure Rong Yan would come.
Rong Qiao, who was sitting opposite her, watched her direct and act out a good show, and couldn't help but sneer: "I didn't realize you were such a good actor, but Ah Ying has never liked 'trouble' since she was young, so you'd better not make so many scenes, or you'll be left alone in the lounge and it won't look good. Since the relationship has deteriorated to this extent, why bother holding on to our Rong family? Your Meng family has gained so much benefit from our Rong family by selling your daughter, you should also learn to stop when enough is enough."
Meng Yao was always slacking off during the afternoon training class. When others were practicing, she would sit and rest and occasionally stretch out her hand to swipe a few times. When others were resting, she would just blatantly hold her phone and play some games. So she was soon caught by Rong Qiao, who asked Meng Yao to stand aside and enjoy the cool breeze. Meng Yao was not willing to listen to her, but she was afraid that if she kept going against her, she would push her too far and something difficult to deal with would happen.
Meng Yao lied that she sprained her foot and hid in the lounge to slack off, but after Rong Qiao finished his class, he came over and mocked her.
Rong Qiao is not an important person, and I have no obligation to make her live comfortably. I just want to take this opportunity to disgust Rong Wei. If Rong Wei completely hates me, it will be even better!
Take this opportunity to max out Rong Wei and Rong Qiao's disgust values, this is killing two birds with one stone!
When Meng Yao heard Rong Qiao's harsh words, she blinked innocently, but there was a hint of provocation in her eyes.
"I don't understand what my aunt said. Ah-Yan and I are so happy and harmonious. How could he not care about me?"
Rong Qiao sneered again.
I don't know if it was because he was angry or because he laughed at her stupidity, or maybe both.
"I didn't expect you had such an excellent sister. If you were as sensible as your sister Meng Qingqing, I wouldn't be so opposed to you marrying into our Rong family until today!"
"I am willing to marry, Rong Ying is willing to marry me, this is a good thing that these two love each other, there is no need for aunt to nag here!"
Rong Qiao felt a little depressed for a moment. She came from an upper-class family and everyone she met was elegant and conscious of when to act. She had never seen anyone so shameless.
She really thought that everyone had forgotten about her "fake pregnancy".
Rong Qiao didn't dare to curse too harshly because of his face, but he still used all the dirty words he had learned in his life.
"People like you are not worthy of our care!"
After she finished speaking, she found that Meng Yao rarely responded with any aggressive attitude.
Just as I was wondering, I heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor near the glass door.
The next second, Rong Yan pushed the door open. He was wearing a black windbreaker with a white shirt underneath. The simple black and white outfit made his already sharp temperament even more striking.
Xia Yansen followed behind, breathing slightly, with the car keys in his hand.
Rong Wei really doesn't treat his assistant as a human being. He even gave him the driving job. Capitalists are always so shrewd and calculating.
How miserable it is to work several jobs while getting paid for one job.
He just didn’t believe that Rong Yan needed the money to hire a driver!? He just didn’t believe it!
Rong Qiao's mouth opened slightly. She was a person who paid great attention to her etiquette, and this showed how surprised she was.
Rong Yan nodded and greeted her: "Aunt."
"What are you doing here? Doesn't the company have a lot of things that need your attention?" Rong Qiao didn't believe it now.
"Hubby, hug me~"
Meng Yao resisted the urge to stand up and extended her hand to Rong Yin.
Rong Wei just answered Rong Qiao's question: "I'm here to take Meng Yao home."
"You..." Rong Qiao seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out.
Rong Wei walked straight to Meng Yao and looked into her sparkling eyes. The irritability that even the cold wind could not blow away seemed to dissipate a little at this moment.
"Can you stand up on your own?"
Meng Yao shook her head pitifully, her originally bright and beautiful peach blossom eyes now drooped innocently, weakening the unique sense of aggression and adding a bit of coquettishness.
Rong Wei's eyes darkened slightly, and he picked her up quickly and swiftly.
He didn't want to waste time here.
“Ah’an, what are you doing…” Rong Qiao’s expression was a little complicated.
"You can't spoil her like this! If she really sprained her ankle, ask the doctor to come and take a look. She's just playing tricks on us by staying here waiting for you to pick her up!"
Rong Yan just evaded the question with one sentence: "Aunt, we will leave first."
"Hey! You..."
Meng Yao pushed the windbreaker that was blocking her eyes away and made a smug face at Rong Qiao.
Seeing Rong Qiao was so angry that he was about to stamp his feet, Meng Yao was naturally very happy and couldn't help laughing quietly.
As if sensing Meng Yao's trembling, Rong Wei asked, "What's wrong?"
The tone is formal and a bit cold.
When Meng Yao raised her face, she turned back to her pitiful look: "I was just thinking how nice my husband is. He rushed over to pick me up right after he knew I had sprained my ankle. I really don't know how many lifetimes it will take for me to have this good luck. I wonder how envious other ladies would be of me if they knew..."
Her mouth was talking on and off like a running train, Rong Yan's eyes slowly darkened and she didn't reply.
*
Even after the training was over, Meng Qingqing did not leave immediately, but stayed until now and became the last person to leave the training room.
"Qingqing, you're really hardworking. You make us seniors who have been acting for a few years ahead of you feel ashamed! There's one thing I don't quite understand. Can I ask you for advice tomorrow?"
"That Meng Yao has been slacking off here, and just now she made up a lie about spraining her ankle. No one is lazier than her! No wonder she's been trending on the internet every day!"
"Actually, my sister works very hard..."
Welcome to Meng Yao's Nonsense Classroom
(End of this chapter)