Priceless New Bride: Accidentally Offending The Dangerous CEO

Chapter 283 - Mo Xiyan (4)



Chapter 283: Mo Xiyan (4)

What does he take me for?

I may fancy him but I am not a foolish and senseless person.

A man will never show sympathy to a woman whom he does not love, even if she were to die in front of him.

Hence, Luo Anning had always detested women who put themselves through agony and give up everything they have, including their parents for the sake of love and the man whom they were obsessed with. Since they were already alive, they ought to love themselves better, she thought.

For no other reason than that no one in this world would love her better than her parents did.

Apart from her parents, she only had herself.

She treasured her life and herself even more so than anyone else.

The porridge in the bowl was spilled all over his Italian-handmade bespoke trousers. Luo Anning wanted to provoke him because she felt that that would make him get out of her sight and stop showing up in front of her.

Rong Yan looked down at the rice grains on his trousers, straightened out the creases and scooped another spoon of porridge which he then fed to her. He did not react the way that she had expected him to at all.

This time he did not criticize her for not loving herself. Instead, he said calmly, “The temperature’s just right. Hurry and eat.”

“How am I supposed to eat?” Luo Anning asked, appearing impatient and annoyed.

Rong Yan answered, “Use your mouth.”

Bullshit. Of course I’m going to use my mouth. Otherwise am I supposed to use my nose!?!

Holding back her desire to roll her eyes, Luo Anning said, “I said I didn’t want to see you and yet, you kept showing up in front of me. You’re ruining my appetite but you keep forcing me to eat. Rong Yan, you’re the most hypocritical person in this world.”

“Luo Anning, don’t push your limits. There are limits to my patience!” Rong Yan slammed the bowl down onto the bedside table with anger on his face.

Rong Yan was ill-tempered and allowing her to slap him twice was already the limit of his tolerance.

Rong Yan had always been haughty and the apple of everyone’s eyes ever since he was a child.

No one had ever dared to scold him, let alone hit him.

Those who dared to scold him had already gotten their due punishment!

He had already swallowed his pride to coax her. What else did she want!?!

“Yeah, there’s a limit to my patience too, so will you please scram? Stop showing up in front of me, will you!?!” Luo Anning clenched her fists tightly and stared at him sarcastically.

“You don’t know any better!” Rong Yan sprung up and smashed the bowl of porridge onto the ground.

The porcelain porridge was spilled all over the ground. Rong Yan stormed off while Luo Anning quivered in exasperation. She laid on the bed and swept the rest of the food on the tray onto the ground. “Get lost, take all your things away with you!”

The only response she got was the massive sounds of the door being slammed shut.

Auntie Li scurried upstairs worriedly after hearing the loud sounds of the door being slammed shut. Upon sight of Rong Yan storming away in exasperation, she frantically asked, “Young Master Rong, what happened? Did Young Madam finish all of the porridge and soup?”

“What are you worried for? She won’t starve!” Rong Yan barked before heading downstairs with heavy footsteps.

Upon hearing the noises, the servants felt a sense of danger. They could sense that Rong Yan was about to flare up!

Rong Yan sat on the couch, unable to get rid of his anger at all. It was all pent up within him!

Everything was an eyesore to him and he desperately needed to vent his anger!

He grabbed an antique vase and slammed it onto the ground, causing it to shatter with a loud and crisp sound.

He began venting his anger on everything in the living room.

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