The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 225 - 229 Angel in the Mortal World (19)

In the movie, the male and female leads have a misunderstanding, just like the scene they’re in right now.

Man: Let me explain

Woman: I won’t listen, I won’t listen

Man: It’s not what you think

Woman: If it’s not what I think, then what is it?

Man: I have nothing to do with her, you’ve misunderstood us, don’t you love me anymore?

The man grabbed the woman’s shoulders and kept shaking her, begging her to listen to his explanation.

The woman, covering her ears, shook her head frantically, saying, "I won’t listen, I won’t listen."

Su Li sketched such a scene in her mind and felt a chill.

Seeing An Yingming still trying to pull at her, instinctively, Su Li kicked out at him.

These days, because he couldn’t accept reality, An Yingming, who had been shut at home drowning his sorrows in alcohol, had become physically weak. Su Li didn’t use much force, but she still managed to kick the tall and broad man to the ground.

Su Li: "...."

To Su Li’s action, An Yingming appeared to be somewhat happier than before.

Could he actually be a masochist?

"Wife, if you’re angry, take it out on me, but would you please listen to me seriously just for a moment? I really don’t have anything to do with any other woman."

"Ye Qiu, she... I just saw that she was hurt and felt sorry for her, so I thought of helping her out. I was wrong in this matter, can you forgive me?"

Great, her kick really hit the wrong note, did it make An Yingming think they were close, misinterpreting ’hitting means affection, scolding means love’?

An Yingming looked pitiful and still tried to evoke the happy memories between them.

"Wife, are you really ready to give up on our many years of affection?"

Su Li: "Mhm"

Without any superfluous words, Su Li wanted to leave bluntly, which would prove her attitude more effectively than any words could.

Did An Yingming really think he was at fault?

Perhaps, but a large part of his humbleness was still prompted by the troubles of the An Family.

Su Li was the only quick way he could grasp to change his current situation.

An Yingming still had a ton of words in his throat that he hadn’t said when suddenly, the person in front of him disappeared.

Su Li had already passed him quickly, heading for a sports car.

An Yingming was stunned for a moment, then chased after her in quick steps, only to be greeted with a backside full of exhaust gas and the dust raised by the departing car.

Mr. Su, who was carrying a teacup and planning to stay on the balcony, immediately saw An Yingming running after Su Li’s car from downstairs.

He let out an angry roar, "An Yingming, you little bastard, still daring to pester my baby, I’ll see how I deal with you."

After Mr. Su bellowed with a towering rage, he hurriedly put down his teacup and rushed downstairs.

Hearing the noise, An Yingming didn’t dare to turn his head and took off running.

The power of the broom in Mr. Su’s hand was something he had tasted several times. Greetings on the body are very painful.

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He returned home dejectedly.

Madam An, once elegant, now had an apron on, her skin sallow and lacking the proud air of a well-nurtured, prestigious wife. She looked just like any ordinary housewife.

Upon seeing Yingming, Madam An immediately shook the water droplets off her hands with distaste and eagerly grabbed her son’s hand, asking urgently, "How did it go, did you see Su Li today, what did she say?"

"Tell Su Li to rest assured, I’ll definitely treat her like my own daughter in the future. Even if she doesn’t want to live with her elders after getting married, it’s fine."

Madam An’s eyes quickly swept across the modestly sized, rented apartment of barely a hundred square meters.

As long as she could cajole Su Li into softening her heart, she wouldn’t have to live in such a dump anymore.

Madam An had never considered the possibility of Su Li refusing her son; even though in front of many people she declared she would sever all ties with their family.

But in Madam An’s view, wasn’t that just a woman spewing harsh words in anger?

Which woman doesn’t act irrationally when she’s angry? It’s understandable, it’s understandable.

Sitting in the living room, An Pei pricked up his ears, listening.

He shared his wife’s belief. He couldn’t imagine Su Li giving up on their son.

Remembering the humiliation and inferior treatment they had suffered at the Su Family patriarch’s hand, just the thought that the patriarch’s precious daughter would still have to come and respectfully take care of them made half of his resentment vaporize.

All that was left was to wait for the patriarch’s precious daughter to come back and beg for his help.

Just thinking that the stubborn old Su patriarch might not wish it, but would still have to lower his tone for the sake of his daughter, made him feel immensely refreshed.

Yet the An couple waited and waited, and never heard from Yingming what they longed to hear.

Madam An, growing impatient, urged, "Son, did Su Li mention when she will come to visit? Our current place is too small. Doesn’t the Su Family have several vacant villas? Have them vacate one for us. Otherwise, when she comes over, we won’t even have a decent space to accommodate her."

The sense of entitlement in Madam An’s voice made Yingming feel extremely ashamed, he wished he could crawl into a hole and hide.

His face wasn’t as thick as his parents’. After being treated like that by Su Li, he truly had no face to get close to Su Li anymore.

Having been privileged for over twenty years, though he hadn’t kept much else, his pride remained.

Enduring to challenge Su Li before was because he still believed she held a place for him in her heart.

But reality had harshly slapped him in the face.

When Su Li’s gaze landed on him, it was calm and detached, expressing no joy or sorrow, and when she finally walked away, only exasperation after being entangled was evident.

Yingming nodded and said softly, "Mom, I’ll earn us a big house to live in in the future."

Madam An was still fantasizing about what skincare products she would use in the future. Doing housework and cooking had aged her considerably.

However, when she heard her son’s words, she didn’t catch on immediately and reflexively said, "How can you earn it? No matter how much you earn, can it match our previous lifestyle?"

An Pei had also realized their son’s efforts were a complete failure and his expression darkened instantly, saying dismissively, "Useless fellow."

What Yingming found especially hard to accept was that his once kind father had become frighteningly menacing, showing a completely different face.

An Pei stood up grim-faced and said coldly to his wife, "How much money is left in your card? Take it all out for me. I’ve found another project recently. If this one works out, I’ll definitely make a comeback."

Madam An instantly flared up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her shrill voice echoing through the room, "Forget about getting money! What lousy project! If it wasn’t for your impatience for success, would we have had to sell our previous house? Just look at the dump we’re living in now..."

"You can stop dreaming. That little bit of money I have—I definitely won’t give it to you to squander."

"Are you going to give it or not?"

"No."

"No? Then we’re getting a divorce."

"Fine, let’s divorce."

"..."