Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin-Chapter 52 - The lethality of the moonlight
Chapter 52: The lethality of the moonlight
Chapter 52: The lethality of the moonlight
Meng Fan’s body shivered, the mere thought of Rong Huaishen’s perverted behavior frightened her. Nevertheless, adhering to the attitude of never showing weakness, she lowered her voice and replied to him:
“Rong Huaishen, your skills are really lousy! To show off like this, I’m embarrassed for you.”
As soon as the words fell, Meng Fan could distinctly feel the man on the other end of the phone chilling the atmosphere.
But Meng Fan was not afraid, she never took things lying down.
“Find some time to practice more. I can’t even be bothered to feign interest, tch!” With a dismissive sound, she coolly hung up on him.
Yang Xiu took the mobile phone from Rong Huaishen’s hand with trepidation.
Before the call, Mr. Rong’s face wasn’t so ugly, but after the call, it looked like a storm was about to hit.
It was terrifying!
“Mr. Rong,” Yang Xiu said, fearing that he might be affected by the fury stoked by his wife, “Should we go pick up madam now, or head straight back to Lizhou Riverbank?”
Lizhou Riverbank was Rong Huaishen’s residence, and it was also the wedding house the Rong Family had prepared for Meng Fan and Rong Huaishen.
However, in the three years they had been married, Meng Fan seldom stayed at Lizhou Riverbank, and with Rong Huaishen often being abroad on business trips, the place was mostly vacant.
At this moment, Rong Huaishen closed his eyes, calming the hostile aura around him: “Please have her come over.”
Yang Xiu was anxious: “Mr. Rong… what if, what if madam doesn’t come?”
Yang Xiu had experienced Meng Fan’s temper. Once she was unhappy, there was virtually no room for communication.
If she said she wouldn’t come, Yang Xiu truly had no recourse.
Rong Huaishen slowly opened his eyes: “If she doesn’t come, then carry her over.”
Yang Xiu, sweating profusely, responded, “Understood.”
A minute later, Yang Xiu appeared in front of Meng Fan, who at that time was holding an umbrella she just bought, preparing to hail a taxi to go back home.
The cars under her name were all brightly colored, making them easy to spot if she were trailed, so she took a taxi today, which ended up losing Rong, unlucky indeed.
It was raining, and holding an umbrella created blind spots in her vision. She was walking slowly when Yang Xiu suddenly appeared, scaring Meng Fan: “Yang Xiu, you pop up like a ghost!”
Knowing he had startled Meng Fan, Yang Xiu wore an apologetic smile: “Madam, it’s Mr. Rong who asked me to come get you.”
Hearing Rong Huaishen’s name, Meng Fan arched her eyebrows and lifted the umbrella higher: “You didn’t go far?”
Yang Xiu nodded and pointed in a direction: “Mr. Rong’s car is parked over there.”
Following the direction Yang Xiu pointed, Meng Fan saw the car parked not too far away.
No wonder she hadn’t seen it.
“Madam, Mr. Rong knew you didn’t drive today and was worried you’d have trouble hailing a cab and get drenched. Mr. Rong is concerned about you,” Yang Xiu tried his best to put in a good word.
Meng Fan was prideful and wouldn’t make a scene on the street, so she simply nodded: “Alright, lead the way.”
Yang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and in his heart wondered—Madam is being so agreeable?
The door to the Bentley opened, with Yang Xiu holding the umbrella beside her, Meng Fan bent down to get into the car.
“Husband~”
Meng Fan cooed.
Although just a few minutes ago Meng Fan had been aggressively cursing Rong Huaishen for not being human, now that they were face to face, they both left a few shreds of dignity for each other. After all, they both came from noble families where face was important.
Rong Huaishen looked at her askance: “How long have you been following?”
Meng Fan coquettishly raised her hand and secretly hit his arm hard: “Husband, you’re really asking the obvious.”
Despite the punch, Rong Huaishen remained unfazed, and the pain was all in Meng Fan’s hand.
Such a punch was solid.
Rong Huaishen watched her covertly blow on her hand, acting like she was in pain, and reached out to pull her hand towards him.
“Ah~!”
Caught off guard, Meng Fan let out a startled cry when her hand was pulled.
Rong Huaishen’s face was stern: “No shouting.”
Meng Fan pouted: “You touch me without warning and I’m not allowed to make noise—despotic, unreasonable, tyrannical. I will shout if I want, ah~! Ah~!”
The driver in front felt like sitting on pins and needles.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Yang Xiu only wished he was not a fully functioning person—if only he didn’t have ears.
Rong Huaishen’s face went dark with anger as he pressed hard on her hand, and Meng Fan frowned and said, “Ow, ow, ow…”
The bastard, resorting to violence the moment they disagreed.
Meng Fan regained her composure, pulled her hand back, crossed her arms, and arrogantly raised her chin: “Go on, tell me what you want to talk about.”
She thought that Rong Huaishen had called her over to discuss something.
But to her surprise, Rong Huaishen simply instructed the driver, “Drive, back to Lizhou Riverbank.”
Meng Fan was taken aback, “Go back to Lizhou Riverbank for what?”
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Rong Huaishen reminded her, “Didn’t you tell me to take the opportunity to practice whenever I can? I’m free now, so let’s go back to Lizhou Riverbank and practice at leisure.”
Meng Fan: “…”
She finally understood what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.
Lizhou Riverbank was her and Rong Huaishen’s marital home; going back there with him, the purpose was obvious.
Damn man’s brain is filled with nothing but that sort of thing.
Of course, Meng Fan wasn’t about to indulge him, so she raised her hand to the car door: “Sorry, I have things to do. I’ll be leaving first.”
The car door was locked.
It wouldn’t open.
Meng Fan changed her expression and firmly told Rong Huaishen: “I’m not going to Lizhou Riverbank.”
Rong Huaishen said calmly, “It’s not up to you.”
“Rong Huaishen!”
“Not calling me husband now?”
“Pah, damn man.” She was furious and, not sparing him any dignity, cursed outright.
A trace of displeasure surfaced on Rong Huaishen’s face: “Cursing at me?”
Meng Fan: “Whoever’s the dog, I curse at.”
As she spoke, Meng Fan saw the partition rise, and in that brief instant, the defiance on her face disappeared completely.
“Rong Huaishen, you wouldn’t dare!” Her voice lacked its earlier conviction.
At the same time, Rong Huaishen’s phone in his pocket started vibrating.
Meng Fan quickly reminded him: “Rong Huaishen, your lover is looking for you.”
Rong Huaishen frowned and took out his phone. The incoming call was from Shen Zhiyao. Meng Fan caught a glimpse and her eyes lit up with glee: “Tsk, tsk, tsk. See, I was right.”
Shen Zhiyao was Rong Huaishen’s unrequited love, his bright moon in the sky.
Listen, even their names matched so well.
— Rong Huaishen.
— Shen Zhiyao.
Because of unequal statuses and family backgrounds.
They couldn’t cross that class threshold.
In the end, lovers could not stay together.
Meng Fan saw Rong Huaishen’s expression return to normal, then he answered Shen Zhiyao’s call.
They were sitting close, and Meng Fan could vaguely hear Shen Zhiyao’s sobbing voice on the phone, as if something happened. She said, “Ashen, can you come over now?”
The last sentence was almost a plea.
Meng Fan instinctively glanced at Rong Huaishen’s expression, which had softened toward her, albeit only slightly, as he agreed, “Mhm.”
“Ashen, I’ll wait for you.” It was Shen Zhiyao’s voice.
After ending the call, Rong Huaishen ordered Yang Xiu, “Take the madam back.”
Yang Xiu was about to respond when Meng Fan took the initiative: “No need for Yang Xiu to take me, I can take a taxi back by myself.”
Rong Huaishen’s tone was indifferent: “As you wish.”
Meng Fan was stunned.
She had just witnessed the lethal power of a bright moon in the sky. Just a second ago, this man was ravenous to have his way with her, and then, with just one call from his bright moon, his heart immediately flew to her.
She couldn’t help but reflect with relief that she had no feelings for Rong Huaishen; otherwise, living this life would have been utterly depressing.
Meng Fan got out of the car and watched the Bentley drive away.
She had initially left home today to tail and secretly photograph Rong Huaishen meeting his bright moon, yet now that the opportunity arose, she suddenly lacked the interest.
Forget it, lest she disturb his pleasure.
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