Mrs. Murong's angry eyes were spitting fire. She was outside, surrounded by the Murong family's driver and bodyguards. She could only suppress it and yelled in a low voice in Chinese: "Murong Mian, do you know what you are doing?"
Murong Mian still had a smile on his face: "Of course I know, I don't need you to remind me."
Madam Murong took a deep breath and held back her anger: "Immediately...send her back. I don't think you don't know what you will face when you come back. What you brought her here will only make the situation more chaotic."
Ji Mianmian wanted to speak, but Murongmian held her shoulders and said very impatiently: "You don't have to remind me again and again, and I don't want to argue back and forth with you on this issue. Today I can tell you clearly that I Now that I have brought my wife back, I have already made all the decisions. If you insist on letting her go, fine, I will go back with her. I have already bought a return ticket."
Madam Murong's angry forehead was filled with veins: "You... ok, ok... you have learned how to threaten me."
The bodyguards were already looking at them with confusion. Murong Mian said coldly to Madam Murong: "It's not a threat, I just don't want to be controlled by you. I have my own plans on what to do and what to do. Besides... if you insist on doing this, With so much entanglement on the issue, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to go back with you.”
Madam Murong also realized that she had indeed gone too far, and she said: "Get in the car."
Murong Mian took Ji Mianmian into the car. The atmosphere in the car continued to decline, and her hand was held by Murong Mian.
Although she felt uneasy in her heart, she didn't feel too scared when he was around.
As the car drove onto the road, Ji Mianmian watched the houses on both sides retreat rapidly. The foreigners of all shapes and sizes on the street and the unfamiliar words on the street signs felt strange to her.
Mrs. Murong finally didn't recognize her and said, "Murong Mian, if you really like her, you shouldn't have brought her here. Do you think the water in Murong's house is so shallow?"
She tried to keep her tone calm and sound like a normal conversation.
Murong Mian's thumb slowly rubbed on the back of Ji Mianmian's hand. His eyes were cold, disdainful and sarcastic. After a moment of silence, he said: "Mrs. Murong, do you know what I hate most about you?"
Madam Murong was shocked: "What did you say?"
Murong Mian comforted Ji Mianmian gently, but her voice was cold and biting: "You are self-righteous, always trying to control everything, always thinking that you are right, always feeling that others should listen to you..."
Madam Murong's suppressed anger surged again: "You..."
Murong Mian didn't give her a chance to speak, and said disdainfully: "Why? Why should others listen to you? You saved my life. This is true. I will repay what I owe you, but in what way?" Come and pay it back, I have the final say.”
"Let me tell you one last time, please don't point fingers at me anymore. I really, really hate it. And... I won't say what dirty purpose you had in saving people in the first place. We know each other well, so there's no need. Put this matter aside, so don’t always act like a savior in front of me, I won’t owe you anything.”
Ji Mianmian looked at Murong Mian in surprise. This was the first time that he expressed his dislike for someone so openly.