Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Wang Boyce didn’t return until after 2 a. m. He entered the house, showered, took his medication, and sat on the edge of the bed and asked blandly, “I heard it was An Shao who sent you back?”

Yang June, lying with her back to him, opens her eyes, and it seems Wang Boyce knows her well enough to know that she can’t sleep until he returns.

But she didn’t respond, and resumed lying motionless on the other side of the bed with her eyes tightly closed.

Wang Boyce finally twisted his head to look at her, then swung a hand over her arm and forcibly yanked her to heel.

“I’m asking you a question.” His tone was icy.

Yang June opened her eyes, met his cold eyes, and smiled coldly: “Wang Boyce, you don’t cherish me, and still don’t allow others to love me? I also like to watch fireworks, I am also afraid of the cold, I also need a man’s pain. By the way, are the fireworks nice tonight? Is He Ren’s comforter warmer than mine?”

“You’re telling me about equality?”

“Can’t you?” Yang June sat up abruptly from the bed and stared at him, “I tell you, Wang Boyce, I used to feel like I owed you, but that was only before today, and I’ve only tolerated you up to today. Now I don’t feel like I owe you anymore, so I can be your equal whenever I want. You can love someone else, and so can I. You can stay late, and I can do the same!”

“A man playing outside is called a womanizer, a woman playing outside is called a lowlife!” Wang Boyce grabbed her by the shoulders and leaned in to press down, his other hand ripping her nightgown open so that her ample chest was exposed to the air.

“You want a man, don’t you? You haven’t done it in a few days and you want a man? Aren’t you very tolerant? How come your body is so intolerant?” Wang Boyce growled lowly as he violated her body.

Just the thought that he had just been tangled up with another woman, Yang June’s heart could not stop the disgust that surged upwards.

She fought desperately against it, her body recoiling from Wang Boyce’s grip.

She was never a match for Wang Boyce when he wanted her.

I wonder if … he was as passionately dominant when he was making out with another woman?

“Let me know when you want a man later and I can give it to you.” Wang Boyce leaned over and left this in her ear as he drew away.

Yang June was suddenly so ashamed that even her skin flushed red.

She lay motionless on the bed, hating herself for her lack of determination.

“Wang Boyce, is this really making you happy?” She laughed bitterly, asking him that more than once.

She knew he wasn’t happy about it.

Wang Boyce, however, didn’t bother with her, sitting up from the bed, picking up the robe that was scattered on the floor and draping it over her, and walking out of the bedroom.

As soon as she entered the office in the morning, Yang June sensed something strange in the atmosphere inside, but this time it was clearly not directed at her, as there were no beams of either contempt or sympathy sweeping towards her.

The girls’ eyes were instead delicate and kept scanning in the direction of Greta’s office, where something was obviously going on.

Ambiguous, yes, is such a flavor.

Sume, carrying a tray from Greta’s office, had spring in her eyes and a face that was even more sweetly red and inviting.

“What’s going on?” Yang June asked as she pulled Sweet who was heading to the data room to print the information.

Sweet was about to speak when Greta’s assistant said to Yang June, “CEO Editor Yang, Chief An wants you to come to her office.”

Yang June nodded and stepped towards Greta’s office. As she pushed open the glass door, she finally understood the ambiguous atmosphere around her.

It was the first time since the establishment of Flower Tin Magazine that the future head of An’s family, the rich, good-looking and tall young master An, came to visit the office, and it was no wonder that the office was in a flutter.

“June, you’re here? Come on over and look.” Greta smiled and waved at her. She walked over and turned her face slightly sideways, meeting An Chen’s gaze in the air. Annchen smiled at her and sounded fairly polite in greeting, “Hello, Mrs. Wang.”

There is a mockery in it that only he and Yang June understand.

“Hello, An Shao.” Yang June responded faintly.

“June, look at these are the beautiful pictures my brother took abroad, I’m going to choose one for the travel section of the next magazine, which one do you think is more suitable?” Greta pulled Yang June to sit beside her, there were more than ten beautiful landscape pictures on the table.

Yang June is impressed by such a beautiful picture, since it was photographed by An Shao himself.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Better wait until I read the article before I choose.” She said.

In fact, she wanted to say that the magazine was about to be taken over by Wang Boyce, so it didn’t matter whether she chose it or not. But when she saw Greta’s heartfelt devotion, she was too embarrassed to throw cold water on her.

“Then let’s pick then.” Greta said as she packed up the pictures, “And yeah, I’m going to hire a more fashionable model for the cover shoot and have Big Brother do it for me personally, do you have any good referrals?”

This Greta is really not afraid of death, obviously An Tianyang had threatened her just the day before, forbidding her from pestering An Chen and dragging him to the magazine to help, how dare she ask someone to help with the photography?

Yang June thought about it and said, “How about … asking Yang Carina to come?”

When Greta heard the name Yang Carina, she immediately exploded, “Yang Carina, that third-rate starlet? Are you trying to slap me in the face or are you trying to ruin Flower Tin’s brand?”

“It’s like this, Yang Carina is Wang Boyce’s sister, and if Flower Tin can sign a long-term contract with her, maybe she’ll dissuade Madam Wang and Wang Boyce from buying Flower Tin because she’s in love with her.”

“You’re asking me to go soft on her? Ask her to be our long-term contract model?”

“Well … can have someone else step up to the plate on this one.”

“We can let He Ren go, He Ren is familiar with Wang Boyce, a pillow wind will guarantee an immediate success.” The one who said this was An Chen who had been sitting on the sofa and kept silent. It was true that if he didn’t open his mouth, it would be a shocker when he did.

Yang June turned to him abruptly in anger, and gritted her teeth even more when she saw the smirking, underwhelming expression on his face.