Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian Chapter 191 - Don’t Forget about Luosang’s Mother

Chapter 191: Don’t Forget about Luosang’s Mother

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Change into what way?” Yi Jingxi turned back and said with a dry voice, “I sent Xu Zhengxuan to prison. She hates my guts. What else can I do but this?”

“You’re keeping her around, but I worry that you might be pus.h.i.+ng her heart further and further away.” Zeng Zhun sighed. “Is this what you want? The guy named Xiao Si, perhaps, doesn’t mind her past…”

Yi Jingxi gripped his phone and asked, “Maybe he doesn’t mind, but what about his family?”

“Then what about her heart? She’ll hate you more and more. You’re stimulating her with Zhong Yi, and you want her to be jealous. But, have you ever thought that she might grow antipathy to all these? Jingxi, think about it. You don’t need to destroy the relations.h.i.+p between you and her for the hatred between you and Xu Zhengxuan. Don’t go too far. She’s a woman, and she has nothing left.”

Yi Jingxi paused, as if he was suddenly disabled from moving.

“And don’t you forget about Luosang’s mother. These years, you’ve taken everything that her mother sent her, but that doesn’t mean her mother won’t try finding her. You know her mother’s name, so you should know who she is. If she knows that her daughter’s life has become like this, she’ll definitely do something,” Zeng Zhun reminded Yi Jingxi.

Hearing that, Yi Jingxi’s veins throbbed in his temples. He fretfully grabbed the cigarette case on the table, lighted up a cigarette, puffed on it a few times, then responded in a hoa.r.s.e voice, “So I can never let her go out of my control. I won’t let her and her mother ever see each other.”

A cruel look flashed across his eyes that made Zeng Zhun s.h.i.+ver in fear.

…

When Luosang returned from shopping, Zeng Zhun had left. Yi Jingxi was in the living room reading files, didn’t even glance at her.

Lousang went to the kitchen and made three dishes. After she served the food, Yi Jingxi walked over. When finding that all the foods on the table were his favorite, his throat squirmed slightly.

She did remember what he liked.

Yi Jingxi tasted the foods, then said abruptly, “Your culinary skill has improved quite a lot.”

Lousang paused slightly, then gave a sarcastic smile in her heart.

She used to be a spoiled girl. She had a cook, so she never needed to cook for herself. However, later on, when she was all alone, she needed to learn everything. Fortunately, she was a good learner. She slowly figured out how to cook, and after spending a while with Sister Lan, her culinary skills advanced rapidly.

Yi Jingxi kicked the empty chair beside her and said, “Sit down and eat with me.”

“I’m good. I had lunch in the kitchen,” said Lousang flatly.

Yi Jingxi raised his head and said with a dark look, “Who gave you permission to eat the food there?”

Lousang remained silent for a short while, then took out five yuan from her trousers pocket, put it on the table, and said, “I only had some plain rice. I didn’t even touch the dishes. What I ate is worth no more than this. I’m paying you, alright?”

The disgust and hatred that suddenly appeared in her eyes made Yi Jingxi feel a dull pain in his heart. How could he possibly treat her so stingily? He was just mad at her because she wouldn’t eat together with him.

Thinking of her eating plain rice alone in the kitchen, Yi Jingxi felt his heart ache, so much so that he couldn’t even breathe.

As Yi Jingxi didn’t say anything, Luosang turned and left, saying, “I’m doing the cleaning now.”

“Make dinner earlier. I’m playing mahjong with my friends tonight. You’ll go = with me to serve us,” said Yi Jingxi with a deep voice.

Luosang frowned, turned back, and said alertly, “You’ll have people to serve you over there; why do you want me to go? You’re not planning to send me to your mahjong friends’ beds, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” Hearing that, Yi Jingxi’s eyes turned slightly red. He couldn’t believe that Luosang would think him as someone who would do that kind of thing.