Yuan Junqian, having sprung from his mother’s belly, knew his mother best. “Mom, enough.”
Seeing her son’s uncomfortable expression, his mother decided to stop. If she truly angered him into leaving home, how could she bully and have grandchildren?
“A-Qian, you’re not young anymore. Look at people your age, always attending others’ sons’ wedding banquets, while you’re still changing girlfriends. When will I ever get to hold my grandchild…” His mother then turned to Xia Bing, “Xiao Bing, A-Qian used to be quite the playboy, but he says he’ll change for you. I believe he’ll be faithful to you in the future…”
Xia Bing found his mother’s enthusiasm hard to handle. She spoke seriously, “Aunt Yuan, I understand your feelings. But I don’t like things everyone else wants. If I had something everyone desired, I’d worry about it every day…” So it was better if Yuan Junqian remained fickle. She definitely didn’t want his undivided attention – a beauty’s favor was hard to repay, and a playboy’s love was difficult to accept.
Wanting to use this against herself, if she were to say she’s coquettish, she’s still much less so than the women around her. Cheng Yuanjun hugged Xia Bing, “Darling, as long as you like it, I really don’t mind at all. I truly enjoy the sound of you being affectionate with me…”
Infatuated with Looks
Xia Bing quickly pushed Cheng Yuanjun away, “This damn man! Forget it, today I’m just unlucky, stepping in dog shit. We won’t meet a third time.”
“Keep your pig trotters to yourself.”
Yuanjun looked at his slender hand. She was indeed sharp-tongued, insulting without using vulgar words.
“They say marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog. So if you’re with a pig, you’re a pig too…”
“I can’t be bothered to argue with you.” Lest her blood pressure rise and waste money on a hospital visit, Xia Bing turned around and saw Liang Xiaoyu’s interested gaze, secretly cursing Cheng Yuanjun as a disaster.
