C14

Chapter 14 - Wife?

A thin layer of cloud in an indistinguishable shape was floating in the blue sky.

Gentleman Zhou Xing Chen opened the door for Xia Qin'er, and she sat down in this familiar position.

Zhou Xing Chen helped her fasten her seatbelt, and Xia Qin'er pursed her lips into a smile. "Thank you."

Zhou Xing Chen gently covered his face with his hands: "For me, there is no need to say 'thank you'."

"Yes." Xia Qin'er's cheeks were slightly pink, and her eyes were swollen from crying. Her eyes looked like they were filled with a drizzling rain. It was a pity to see her in such a state. She lowered her head slightly, a strand of soft hair falling from her temple. She naturally tucked it behind her ear.

Looking at the way she had gathered her hair, Zhou Xing Chen suddenly thought of Liang Jia, the woman who had been indifferent to everything. What kind of expression would she have now? He suddenly felt some regret. He had left so straightforwardly without even looking back.

Zhou Xing Chen turned his head and no longer thought about it. He turned the key, and the sports car rumbled as it sped away.

Zhou Xing Chen arranged for Xia Xin'er to stay in a villa in the outskirts of the city.

She seemed very happy. Ever since she had entered the villa, she had held onto Zhou Xing Chen's arm and led him around every room in the villa. It was just that she didn't want Zhou Xing Chen to remember that she had another home and a fiancee that had been abandoned. She wanted him to see her only in his heart, to indulge in her warmth and gentleness. Zhou Xing Chen loved Xia Qin'er the most, didn't he?

"Qin'er," Zhou Xing Chen suddenly spoke up, a gentle yet determined expression on his face. "Rest well here for the time being. I'll make a trip home."

Hearing this, Xia Qin'er's beautiful face scrunched together, her lips pouting as she shook Zhou Xing Chen's arm. "Xing Chen, stay here with me, okay?"

Zhou Xing Chen looked at the little girl who was coquettishly scolding him and begging him to stay behind, and a trace of pity appeared in his heart. He suddenly thought to himself: if it was Liang Jia, ah, she would smile decently and gently and instruct him to be careful on the road, wouldn't she? She never asked me to stay, never

"Qin'er, be good. I'm just going home to pack my stuff and come back right away." He leaned over to whisper into Xia Qin'er's ear. "This is our home, isn't it?"

Xia Qin'er's heart was filled with joy. She didn't expect Zhou Weiqing to be so anxious to live with her, so she smiled brightly. "Then you must come back as soon as possible."

As Zhou Xing Chen pulled Xia Ying'er away, Liang Jia's mind went blank for a moment. He had gone too far! What did he do to the entire Zhou family? Where was he supposed to be? She sneakily glanced at Liang Wenrui. Sure enough, her mother's expression was extremely ugly, and she was also staring straight at her.

Liang Jia immediately withdrew her gaze, lowering her head, not daring to look anymore.

After Zhou Xing Chen left, the media's attention was instantly focused on Liang Jia. The spotlight flashed and the microphone was almost pushed into her mouth. However, no matter what the media asked, Liang Jia refused to answer. Things had already come to this point. No matter what one said, it was impossible for them to escape death by gossiping, remaining silent, and making the best decision in which direction to go.

Under the protection of the security guards, Liang Jia and Liang Wenrui got into the car. The driver instantly started the car, leaving the clamor behind him.

Along the way, Liang Wenrui remained silent. The atmosphere inside the car was extremely cold.

"Shut up." Liang Wenrui glared fiercely at her.

It seemed that her mother was truly angered to the extreme this time.

Only when Zhou Xing Chen opened the lock did he realize how difficult Liang Jia's situation was.

Liang Jia was still dressed in her pure white wedding dress, and her hair was a bit messy. A few strands of it fell down her long neck. She stood straight in front of Liang Wenrui, slightly lowering her head. Her thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Although she was being reprimanded, her grace and grace was like ice and snow.

Liang Wenrui sat on the sofa, his back straight and his expression gloomy.

She pointed at Liang Jia and asked, "You, you, how did I teach you in the past?"

Liang Jia lowered her head and pleasing to the eye. "I'm sorry, Mom."

Liang Wenrui did not let him off, "I'm sorry? What's the use of being sorry? Sorry, it could redeem the Zhou family's image? "I'm sorry, but can you pull Xing Chen away from that seductress?"

She picked up the jade and porcelain cup. Liang Jia hurriedly kneeled in front of her to add some tea.

Liang Wenrui's expression was dark and uncertain, but the haze in his eyes grew thicker.

The color of the tea was warm and dense.

The more Liang Wenrui thought about it, the angrier he became. The person he raised with his own hands could not even hold back Xing Chen. He actually ran off with another woman on the day of the wedding, bringing shame and humiliation to the Zhou Family.

Thinking of this, she slammed the teacup on the table and cursed, "Trash."

Zhou Xing Chen just so happened to see this scene. He was stunned for a moment, then recovered his senses. He strode past Liang Jia, turned around, and headed upstairs. He suddenly stopped and said to Liang Wenrui, "Mom, don't be so angry."

"There's nothing much to explain." Zhou Xing Chen didn't intend to stop. His cold voice sounded empty as he ascended the stairs. "I'm packing my things, so I'll move out today."

"Stop!" Liang Wenrui was so angry that he couldn't even breathe. He slapped his hand on his chest, and Liang Jia hurriedly stepped forward to stroke her back.

She pushed Liangjia away and said, "Why aren't you going yet! "Stop Xing Chen!"

Liang Jia bit her lower lip and got up from the ground. She tidied up her slightly messy hair and the hem of her skirt, then put on a gentle smile. "Okay, mother."

Liang Jia turned around and went upstairs. When she arrived at the door of Zhou Xing Chen's bedroom, he was just about to come out carrying a box when he bumped into a pile of things.

In that instant, a faint fragrance wafted around Zhou Xing Chen's nose. He actually had the urge to hug the person in front of him with all his might. He restrained himself and asked, "What are you doing here?" Send me off? "

Liang Jia rubbed her nose, which was in slight pain from the collision. The pained expression on her face was instantly removed, replaced by a perfect smile. "Xing Chen, don't go."

Here it was again, that false smile. Zhou Xing Chen looked at her with disgust. "Mom told you to come?"

"It was Mom's idea."

"Heh, you mean?" Zhou Xing Chen placed his luggage by his feet, slowly approaching Liang Jia and pressing down on her.

Liang Jia subconsciously retreated until she reached the stairs. Zhou Xing Chen's entire body was wrapped around Liang Jia's dainty body, her hands on the armrests behind her back. With a cold sneer, she asked, "What do you mean?"

After a long moment, she smiled and said, "Xing Chen, don't go. I'm your wife. This is your home."

"Wife?" He sneered and stuck his head out, about to cover her lips, but Liang Jia's subtle yet nimble turn of his head avoided her, and a kiss only landed on the corner of his lips.

She was avoiding him! A trace of anger flashed through his eyes. He stood up, let go of Liang Jia, picked up the box, and coldly said, "Wife? "Liang Jia, you are not worthy."

As he spoke, he lifted his leg and left.

Liang Jia flashed in a flash and stood in front of him, blocking his way.

"Get out of the way."

She did not move. She only smiled, but her tone was firm. "No."

A light smile appeared on the face of the beautiful man in front of him. It was a smile that sinned like red wine. However, looking at this smile, Zhou Xing Chen felt as if his heart burned hotter than ever! Why! She had just been abandoned, left alone at the wedding! Why was she not sad at all, and why was she smiling so gently at him now?

She didn't care at all?