Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Because she had clashed with Leng Qing Shu just the night before, Yang June went home early after work.

Leng Qing Shu is in the backyard playing cards with a bunch of broads, Yang Carina is not back, and Wang Boyce is even less likely to be back that early.

Yang June felt more at home without them, and she was in her bedroom collecting a few emails when Aimee’s call came from the door.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

She closed her computer and looked at the smiling Aimee, wondering what she was so happy about today, when Aimee said, “Young lady, the young master just called back and said he wanted to eat your sea cucumber and squab soup, and asked you to send it to the office for him.”

Wang Boyce wanted to drink her squab soup?

Except for the last time when Wang Boyce deliberately gave her a hard time and asked her to make squab soup, she had never asked for it again. The only time she did ask for it was when she brought the squab soup to the table, but Wang Boyce didn’t even look at it and left.

As if by appointment, Wang Boyce and Yang Carina both stopped enjoying her squab soup.

And today she’s having it made and sent to the office?

“Is that so?” She asked, not sure.

Aimee is still smiling: “Yes, I was also surprised, but young lady this is a good thing, it proves that the young master he does not have such deep prejudice against you. I said a long time ago, take your time, wait for a long time, the relationship will naturally get better, this is not … alas, look at me really talkative, all talk about useless, I go down to prepare the materials ah.”

Aimee finished and walked out of the bedroom to go.

Yang June looked up slightly and looked at herself in the mirror, was the woman with the light smile waving at the corners of her lips her?

Wang Boyce is craving her squab soup. Would this be a good start?

She rose from her chair and descended the stairs with a lightness of step she had never known before.

The squab soup was fragrant and Yang June carefully filled it into a thermos, not spilling a drop.

Saying goodbye to Aimee, who was more excited than she was, she headed out the door.

The sunset outside the window shone warmly through the glass on Yang June’s body, and the thermos on her lap was warm, reaching through her palm to the tip of her heart, everything was that warm.

Little does she know that the warmth of the path is not Toby from the sunshine outside the window, nor is it Toby from the hot soup inside the thermos, but Wang Boyce, from Wang Boyce’s sudden big change.

Closing his eyes, he was both a little reluctant to wake up from this rare and precious little happiness.

It wasn’t until the driver pulled up in front of The Yang Family building and yelled for her to get out that she opened her eyes and smiled at him apologetically.

There was something off about the driver’s face, his eyes looking past her to the entrance of The Yang Family building, and Yang June took that as a sign of his impatience and accelerated to push open the door and get out of the car.

The moment she stepped out of the carriage, she realized what the driver’s expression just meant.

The lovers who were walking hand in hand, close together inside the building, were they not her husband and her colleague, Ho Leng?

Yang June’s feet froze in place, instantly as if they had been filled with lead.

Didn’t he want to drink her squab soup? Wasn’t he slowly changing his attitude towards her? Why be with another woman at a time when he knew she would be there?

Wouldn’t he be satisfied if he didn’t hurt her to the bone?

Yang June bit her lip dead, the sunset was still warm and the soup in her hand was still hot, her body and heart, however, were unbearably cold as if frozen in a moment.

Off to the side at this time she felt those damned limelight again, and her eyes flicked abruptly to the déjà vu camera and man.

It’s him again, these peeping toms!

Yang June glared at the gorgeous man, who dropped the camera to apologize like last time when a spherical object suddenly flew at him, hitting him squarely in the chest.

He ‘awwed’ as the soup from the thermos spilled all over him, scalding him and causing him to jump and whirl around on his feet in place. That was fresh squab soup that Yang June had been nursing in her arms!

Yang June, however, didn’t care if she had burned him or not, and stepped over to pick up the clinging bottle that had fallen to the floor, her tone nonchalant, “If I see you stalking me next time, it won’t be as simple as buying you soup.”

“I was just passing by … Hey …! Miss! Can you be reasonable …!”

As he watched Yang June step into The Yang Family building, he tried to go after him to theorize, but when he looked down at the soup dripping all over himself, he had to give up.

In fact, Yang June did not intend to continue her journey to The Yang Family building and walked in to get rid of the man who was filming her. Now standing in the middle of the lobby, she was at a loss as to where to go.

Glancing down at the empty bottle in his hand and then at the elevator, he finally stepped inside.

Because it was after work hours, there were not many people working overtime inside the office, and the few staff members in the secretary department who stayed behind greeted her with their mouths, but their faces had the expression of watching a good show.

Anyone can see that Mr. Wang’s office is about to be the scene of an exciting fight between the spouse and the mistress.

The scene inside Wang Boyce’s office was as she expected, the two men were watching something, He Ren’s whole body was leaning into Wang Boyce’s body, and when he saw her enter, both had the audacity to greet her in a big way.

As if, Wang Boyce is her husband and Yang June is just an aunt who delivers soup.

Wang Boyce swept a glance at Yang June, his gaze falling on the thermos in her hand, and ordered blandly, “Bring the soup over here.”

Yang June walked over and placed the thermos on the table.

Throughout, she was expressionless, speechless, and so serene as to make people hate her.

Who was it who said that the best way to deal with an enemy is to adopt an ignorant attitude towards him.

Wang Boyce held the thermos in front of He Ren, a smile replacing the indifference on his face, “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat squab soup? June’s squab soup is excellent.”

“Is that so?” He Ren smiled and took the thermos, looked up at Yang June and snapped, “June, I’ve been working with you for so long, but you’re hiding something.”

“It’s not delivered to you.” Yang June smiled lightly.

Yang June insisted on laughing until the game wrapped up, because it was the only way to keep the tears in her stomach.

She suddenly felt ridiculously pathetic, knowing that Wang Boyce hated her to the core, but she still beautifully made him soup and brought him to the office herself to suffer the humiliation of his mistress.

Is there a more ridiculous woman in the world than her?

He Ren turned to Wang Boyce and swayed back and forth with her hands circled around his arm, pouting, “Wang Boyce, you want to send me off with a cup of squab soup? No, I still want to attend the banquet with you tonight.”

“Didn’t I tell you, the Lord Mayor has named her to accompany me at the banquet tonight.” Wang Boyce nodded with his jaw in the direction where Yang June was.

He Ren’s pretty little mouth puckered up, “The party isn’t Mayor Ye’s house, so what gives her the right?”

“Just because she’s Mayor Ye.” Wang Boyce gave Yang June a look.

He looked sideways at Yang June, and it was hard to see the telltale signs of what was going on in her face.

Upon hearing the character of Mayor Ye, Yang June launched into a daze, Mayor Ye again, why is this Mayor Ye always so interested in her affairs?

Is it because you feel sorry for her and want to help her?

“You go to Secretary Liu, she will take you to change your dress, and wait for me in the lobby on the first floor when you’re done.” Wang Boyce opened his mouth with an irresistible order.

Yang June looked up at him and asked, “I want to know what the party is.”

“So what if it’s some kind of party? You still have the right to refuse?”

“I do, after all, I have feet on me.”

Wang Boyce had a choking sensation and was irritated by Yang June’s reaction, who seemed to have swallowed fire today.

June who swallowed the firebomb …

He laughed instead of being angry, smiling in an extremely playful way.

“An Tian Yang’s son from An’s group has returned from his studies and will officially enter An’s tomorrow, tonight is his reception.” He said in a cloudy tone.

Young Master An’s reception party? How come she hadn’t heard Greta mention it?

It’s also true that Greta and An Tianyang are in the middle of a farce like ‘severing father-daughter relationship’, so naturally they don’t have the heart to take up any reception party.

Although she had never met Young Master An, she had often heard Greta mention him and had seen many of his beautiful pictures for “Flower Tin”.

Wasn’t he just embarrassed to bring her, a disfigured person, to the party?

Without saying anything else, Yang June turned and headed for the office door.

As his palm brushed the door handle and pulled the door open a crack, He Ren’s wicked voice came from behind him, “June, thank you for the squab soup.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy your meal.” Before she could retrace her steps, He Ren’s startled cry sounded at first, and when she looked up, she saw her hands holding the lid of the thermos, staring blankly at the inside of it.

Yang June’s lips tugged up in a faint curve, in fact the scene in the thermos wasn’t as bad as He Ren’s reaction, it was just squab soup turning into tap water from the faucet.

Looking at the strange faces of the two men in the office, Yang June felt that she had made the trip worthwhile.

“What do you … mean?” He Ren stared at her with a small, ironic face.

Yang June sneered, “And you deserve to drink it.”