Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious Chapter 442: Mr. Ye Might Not Be Happy

Chapter 442: Mr. Ye Might Not Be Happy

Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Due to Rong Tianshi’s careless comment, the neglected Mrs. Rong Sr.’s anger ignited like a fuse in a powder keg. Livid, she raised her hand and slapped Rong Tianshi squarely across the face. “You fool!” she railed. “If you dare go through with this, mark my words, I’ll make sure that ingrate suffers the same fate as Chu Jing. I’ll ruin her! If you don’t do as I say, I’ll send her back to the countryside, where local ruffians can have their way with her!”

Rong Tianshi winced in pain from the slap, his neck emitting an unsettling ‘crack.’ He found it difficult to even turn his head back to its normal position.

“She’s your granddaughter too, Mom,” he managed to say, his head still awkwardly c.o.c.ked to one side.

“Spare me!” Mrs. Rong Sr. spat out, contempt filling her voice. “The only granddaughter I acknowledge is Rong Feiyu. I don’t recognize any Rong Qi! If you insist on this, it wouldn’t be difficult to arrange a little ‘accident’ to make her disappear from the capital.”

Mrs. Rong Sr.’s eyes were cold and venomous as if she had an intense, undying hatred for Rong Qi—even though they’d just met for the first time. As her words hung in the air, the door to the special ward was kicked open with a bang. Lu Chengzhou walked in, his face was as dark as a storm cloud.

Rong Feiyu shot up from her seat, exclaiming, “Mr. Lu…”

w.a.n.g Qing’s face registered a flash of alarm. ‘Mr. Lu is here? Does that mean Mr. Ye had also come?’ Her heart jumped into her throat as she anxiously scanned the room.

Sure enough, two figures walked through the door, side by side—Ye Nanshen and Rong Qi.

Mrs. Rong Sr. was the only person in the room unaware of Lu Chengzhou’s ident.i.ty. However, she was shrewd enough to notice his expensive clothing and understand that he was a man of high status. She forced a grotesque smile and cautiously inquired, “May I ask who you are?”

In complete contrast to her previous vulgar rantings and cunning schemes, Lu Chengzhou felt a wave of nausea. “It doesn’t matter who I am,” he sneered. “What matters is that you were just openly plotting against your own granddaughter. h.e.l.l hath no fury like a woman scorned indeed. It’s unbelievable that someone like you exists—willing to harm even your own flesh and blood!”

“No… no, sir, you misunderstand,” stammered Mrs. Rong Sr., reading the room’s mood through w.a.n.g Qing and Rong Feiyu’s expressions. Realizing she couldn’t afford to provoke this man, she attempted to backtrack.

But Lu Chengzhou cut her off. “Whether I misunderstand or not isn’t the issue. The real question is, Mr. Ye might not be happy about this?”

“What? That man is… Mr. Ye?” Mrs. Rong Sr.’s eyes darted frantically to the man standing beside Rong Qi.

Ye Nanshen emanated a chilling aura, his piercing eyes filled with mocking derision. “So, you planned to banish my wife to the countryside, subject to the whims of local thugs? Or perhaps stage an accidental car crash to take her life? Hmm?”

Each word from Ye Nanshen struck Mrs. Rong Sr. like icy arrows, her body unable to withstand the immense pressure radiating from him. She began to falter. “No, Mr. Ye, you must have misheard. I would never say such heinous things. Rong Qi is my granddaughter. How could I? I… I spoke in the heat of the moment, out of anger. I beg for your forgiveness, Mr. Ye. It was not intentional.”

Tears were on the verge of falling from Mrs. Rong Sr.’s eyes as she pleaded, gazing up at Ye Nanshen as if he were a G.o.d..