My Little Sweet Wife Chapter 130 - Another Confrontation With Jiang Family II

Chapter 130 - Another Confrontation With Jiang Family II

Zhan Lian walked into the room and cast a glance at Jiang Ruolan. She slowly walked to the sofa and said, "Are you letting your daughter and me out for a walk so you can bring this girl here?"

"Zhan Lian, I'm talking with Ruolan. You guys go upstairs first." Jiang Guanyu didn't expect the mother and daughter pair to return so quickly.

"Why should we avoid her?" Without waiting for Zhan Lian to speak, Jiang Bingqing suddenly glared at Jiang Guanyu with an ugly expression.

"Dad, what do you mean by this?! Why did you bring this little b.i.t.c.h back? Didn't she make you lose enough face last night?"

"Bingqing!" Jiang Guanyu's face was filled with displeasure as he frowned and scolded her. "With whom are you behaving atrociously? I spoilt you too much, didn't I?!"

Jiang Ruolan, on the other hand, had an expressionless face as she glanced sideways at Jiang Bingqing's angry face.

b.i.t.c.h?

Losing face?

If it wasn't for her, Jiang Bingqing, suddenly exposing her own father in such an occasion last night, how could Jiang Guanyu lose face? Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but admire Jiang Bingqing for always being able to get rid of everything that was her fault and put the blame on others.

Ordinary people wouldn't be as shameless as her to push matters onto someone else after she had done something stupid.

Only Jiang Bingqing would probably have this kind of ability.

"Dad! In this house, there was only me! I am your only daughter! I can't stand watching her standing there! You decide it yourself! Me or this b.i.t.c.h!" Jiang Bingqing stomped her feet with an ugly expression on her face and turned to leave.

"Bingqing! Mom will always be on your side." Zhan Lian suddenly said. After that, she viciously glared at the ashen-faced Jiang Guanyu and prepared to leave with her daughter.

"Can the two of you …" Jiang Guanyu was about to go berserk.

"None of you need to leave. I have no intention of returning to this house! Don't worry, you don't need to worry about me threatening your daughter and her position."

Jiang Ruolan looked at Jiang Bingqing with an indifferent expression, as if she had won a victory in her eyes. She said indifferently, "After fighting for more than twenty years, I really can't see how this man's fatherly's love is worth such a fight. I'm afraid that even you yourself know what kind of situation you were born in and what kind of trash your mother is."

Jiang Bingqing's expression stiffened, while Zhan Lian's expression changed slightly as well.

"Don't think that everyone is like you guys, to think that you people are so stupid as to think so highly of yourselves. I simply disdain the things that you guys care about. I will never enter this Jiang Family gate again in my life."

Finis.h.i.+ng her words, Jiang Ruolan ignored Jiang Bingqing's clamor and Jiang Guanyu's attempt to stop her. She stepped out of the door, leaving without looking back.

When she returned to the Marriott Hotel, it was already noon. Jiang Ruolan checked her phone in front of the entrance but found no phone call or text message. Just as she was about to get inside her room, her phone rang.

When she looked at the call list and saw Secretary Du's name, she felt a little disappointed. She looked back at the closed door of 1909 and answered the call.

"h.e.l.lo, Secretary Du?"

"Miss Jiang, President Xian told me to pa.s.s on the message to you, if the bruise on your wrist still hasn't disappeared, then go to the hospital to apply for some medicine. He's been busy these few days, so you can take care of the report in the hotel."

Just as she wanted to answer, she heard Secretary Du say, "An hour ago I had the hotel staff put your laptop in your room. You can just use that computer to organize the conference reports. It's not convenient for President Xian to answer the phone now. Miss Jiang, if you need anything, you can just call me."

"Did he go back to the hotel last night?" Jiang Ruolan looked doubtfully at the closed door on the opposite side of the room.

Du Yating's voice paused for a moment before he said with a smile, "President Xian didn't come back last night. However, he called me at around 6 in the morning and asked me to pa.s.s the message to you so that you can have a good rest."

Jiang Ruolan responded with an "oh" then looked at the closed door again. She then opened the door of her room and walked in.

It seemed like Xian Zihao hadn't forgotten about her borrowing the laptop. She couldn't help but smile as she called for the staff to send over some simple dishes. After eating, she sat down in front of the laptop and began to organize the meeting reports.

Jiang Ruolan logged on to MSN and saw a message from Qin Gengxin. 'Little Red, I have an important cooperation project in Boston that I need to manage. I will be back to H City next week. Remember to miss me ~'

Jiang Ruolan stared at a huge narcissistic emoticon that was accompanied by his message and giggled. She typed a few words to reply to his message, but after thinking for a moment, she deleted the words and closed the dialog box.

Before closing the message, she noticed that the message was sent from the day before yesterday.

No wonder Qin Gengxin was so angry when he heard she was on a business trip. He wanted to go back to the United States, so he came to the company to visit her. But he couldn't find her, so he called her to vent his bad temper.

Sighing, Jiang Ruolan began to carefully organize the conference reports.

Along the way, she looked at the cellphone that was placed on the table quietly several times. She didn't know what Xian Zihao was really busy with. This afternoon, she occasionally organized her reports and looked at the dark screen phone in a daze.

Jiang Ruolan didn't know what was wrong with her. She shouldn't have had the mindset of these little girls anymore. Why would she be so anxious? Why would she always look at her phone?

Jiang Ruolan felt as if she had been stabbed in a dead end. Xian Zihao's protection and respect, Xian Zihao's care and warmth were like the gentlest acid quietly corroding all the thorns on her body.

She shouldn't have been like this. She shouldn't have missed the gentleness of a man. She didn't know that Jiang Ruolan, who was riddled with holes, would still be like four years ago, sincerely and wholeheartedly loving someone.

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