Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“Wang Boyce, is this true?” Leng Qing Shu stared at Wang Boyce.

How could she take it when she got a call a few minutes ago that her son had gotten married, to Yang June, and had thrown a wedding, and she, the mother, had no idea?

Wang Boyce grew up with a stigma against her mother and wouldn’t even talk to her much, but even so, she was still his real mother, wasn’t she?

Wang Boyce replied tersely, “It’s true.”

“Why?” Leng Qing Shu yelled almost hysterically.

Yang June is the daughter of The Yang Family, who disappeared so easily, and now her son is actually marrying her back? Isn’t this a clear attempt to return The Yang Family to her?

Wang Boyce smiled mockingly and pointed his jaw at Yang June who was standing at the entrance of the spiral staircase on the second floor, “It’s not her, I just had a few more drinks and touched her, then I had to marry her because I was so desperate to be responsible. If there’s anything wrong with her, you can help me teach her well, I have something to do, I’ll leave now.”

Wang Boyce threw down such a jarring statement and took a step towards the front door.

Yang June stared at his departing back, unable to believe what she had just heard, what had he just said? That she was dying to force him to marry her? How could he say such an irresponsible lie?

Seeing Leng Qing Shu’s face of anger and Yang Carina’s face of contempt, Yang June knew that she would not have a good time in this family.

Not knowing how to face them, she simply hid in her bedroom.

The door panel of the room had just closed when it was pushed open from outside with force, followed by the figure of Yang Carina barging in, Yang June was taken aback and turned back to look uneasily at her with an angry face.

Yang Carina’s anger was indeed high and her tone was permeated with mockery: “Yang June, I didn’t expect you to be such a woman! How dare you marry my brother without taking a look at yourself in the mirror?”

Yang Carina yelled this sentence turned around and left, Yang June panicked and chased out to pull her, anxious, “It’s not like that, you don’t listen to your brother’s nonsense, I …”

“My brother’s nonsense?” Yang Carina looked at her askance and sneered, “Aren’t you married to my brother now? Could this be a lie too?”

“I …” Yang June was at a loss for words.

“Can’t argue with that, can you?” Yang Carina sneered and wrenched her grip off her arm, “Bitch! Get your filthy hands off me!”

Yang Carina winds up leaving.

Yang June looked at her empty palm, a tear sliding down her cheek and onto her palm, and once again her heart ached like a knife.

A boundless frustration raged, attacking every nerve, every cell, every pore in Yang June’s entire body without mercy. Taking an unsteady step backwards, he leaned his back against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.

The coldness of the floor seeped into her body through Pu Pu’s clothes, chilling her to the bone. Yet she didn’t care, clasping her hands around her knees to shrink herself little by little, as if to reduce herself to nothing.

She wanted to be relieved of it all so badly, so badly.

And just as this infinite pain surrounded her, she actually fell asleep, drifting off into dream after dream, one more horrific than the other, and after countless nightmares, she was nudged awake.

It was Aimee, the old Yang maid, who nudged her awake, and she remembered her, the woman with the kind face.

Aimee held a bowl of hot noodles in her hand, as gentle as ever: “Miss, you’re starving without dinner, get up and eat the dumplings and go to bed, you’ll catch a cold like this.”

Yang June opened her eyes sorrowfully and saw Aimee’s face covered with pain, her nose sore, almost shedding tears. Nowadays, only Aimee would care about her.

“I’m not hungry.” She shook her head a little and staggered up from the floor. It was a lie that she wasn’t hungry after a busy day, a tiring day, and not having eaten a single grain of rice or dripping water, except that at the moment she really had no appetite.

Scanning the time on the wall, it was ten o’clock in the night; she had actually been sitting on the floor for nearly three hours, so it was no wonder her body was all floppy.

“And you say you’re not hungry, you’re so hungry you can’t even stand.” Aimee placed the noodle bowl on the table and walked over to help her.

Not wanting to brush people off, Yang June sat down on the couch and ate, the hot noodle soup sliding down her throat, warming and instantly dispelling the chill in her body.

When one is having a hard time, even a bowl of noodles, that’s warm.

“Is Wang Boyce back yet?” She asked Aimee.

Aimee hesitated for a while, a little too upset, “The youngest hasn’t returned yet.”

She should have guessed that Wang Boyce hated her so much, how could he spend this wedding night with her when he wasn’t supposed to? She doesn’t expect Wang Boyce to return either, and at this point she’s even a little scared to see the strange Wang Boyce.

It’s better not to come back.

“Where’s my mom? Is she okay?” Yang June asked, actually sneaking a glance at her mother at the villa-seeking side on occasion herself, but she couldn’t help asking.

Aimee nodded, “Ma’am she’s fine, don’t you worry.”

Perhaps it was because she had already woken up after two consecutive sleeps, and Yang June spent the rest of the night with her eyes open.

The bright white moonlight came in through the window, spreading all over the bed and all over her, giving it an extraordinarily cold feeling. She buried herself under the covers, and the bedding was filled with the strange scent that she knew was Wang Boyce’s.

Smelling such a scent, a gust of unpleasant sensation rises again in the heart!

The glass in Wang Boyce’s hand empties again and again, the golden liquid making little giant waves in the goblet and sliding over the rim into his mouth.

The stomach had long been burning and turning over like hell.

He just drank it, unbroken from the moment he entered the bar.

He Qia had persuaded and stopped him, but he had stopped persuading him after he had no effect. Watching him drink another glass down his throat, He Qia stared at him and hit the nail on the head: “You hurt Yang June like this, just to get back at her for not choosing you in the first place, right?”

Wang Boyce’s hands, which had been pouring the wine, stalled, pausing for a few seconds before he put the bottle down and tilted his head to drink from his glass.

“Are you doing this to Yang June? People’s faces are now ruined, their homes are gone, and The Yang Family has become your The Wang Family.”

Wang Boyce finally put down his glass and raised his dazed eyes slightly to look at him, “Or will you teach me what to do? Watch her marry a retard?”

After Yang June’s accident back then, he has been holding a belief that Yang June must still be alive, as he has been looking for her. Recently, he finally found her, but at the same time, he received the disappearance that she was getting married.

Yang June, she would rather die for Shen Mufan, she would rather marry a retard, but never treat him Wang Boyce as a man, how can he manage not to be angry?

“If I had my way, I wouldn’t have to waste a night drinking with you here.” He Ka sighed, lifted his palm and slapped it on his shoulder, saying in a mocking voice, “I can’t believe that you, the virtuous man that countless women dream of, also have times when you are neglected by women, Yang June is indeed a strange woman!”

“Aren’t you proud of yourself?” Wang Boyce’s handsome face was instantly grim and cold, scaring He Ga into shutting his mouth in a panic.

He Qia closed for a minute and immediately spoke again, “You say you are also really sinful, how can you fall in love with a woman like Yang June?”

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Wang Boyce’s eyes were bitter as the cup he had cupped in his hand slid to the table.

Perhaps it was the drunkenness that made the memories in his head both less clear up.

Why did he fall in love with Yang June and why? He struggled to remember bits and pieces of the past about her.

He remembered that year, his eighteenth birthday, he had just returned from his school vacation abroad. It happened to be the anniversary celebration of The Yang Family, and at that time, his father and Wang Duan had already married Mrs. Yang and became the owners of The Yang Family, and he was awarded by the court to support his father, so of course he had to attend the anniversary celebration.

Mrs. Yang brought her fourteen-year-old Yang June to the banquet. In order to suppress Mrs. Yang, her mother, Leng Qing Shu, deliberately took Yang June’s hand in front of all the guests and said lovingly, “I heard a long time ago that CEO Yang has raised a good daughter who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

Hearing Leng Qing Shu’s words, Yang June’s expression changed slightly, her face tinged with a touch of trepidation, and Lady Yang was even more embarrassed that she didn’t know what to do.

Leng Qing Shu took Yang June to the grand piano without saying a word. Wang Boyce remembered very clearly Yang June’s embarrassment when she sat in front of the piano. Her hands were shaking and her face was flushed, but surprisingly, she quickly adjusted her mind and swept her hands across the keys like a swallow, playing the piano in a serious manner.

The sound of the piano was intermittent, the tune was not in tune, and it was really thanks to her that she could still play so cheerfully.

Wang Boyce remembered Lady Wang leaning over her ear at the time and smiling with a wry smile, “This is the Yang family’s daughter, born of a mother and not taught by a mother.”

Always hating his mother’s snobbery and meanness, he turned and left the ballroom.

Wang Boyce had just returned to his bedroom when the door was suddenly slammed open and a girl came rushing in, falling headlong onto the bed and crying profusely.

Yang June managed to cry enough to look up, only to be startled by him on the couch, followed by her tear-streaked face flushing once more. She scowled at him, hiding the embarrassment in her heart with a good strong, “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know, but I was the one who came in first.” Wang Boyce spread his hands and showed a look of innocence.

Yang June glanced around, and with a tone of apology, said, “Well, I’m sorry, I’m in the wrong place.”

Immediately after she said that she added, half pleading, half commanding, “But you’re not allowed to make fun of me or I’ll draw circles and curse you.”

What a deadbeat girl, thought Wang Boyce.

“It’s not a shame that you can’t play the piano, and I can’t either.” Wang Boyce stifled a laugh and teased her on purpose.

He thought Yang June would blush again, but to his surprise, she gave her hand a high five as if she had found her soulmate: “Yes, I think so too. What’s the point of a woman playing the piano in this day and age? It’s only true if you’re not afraid of your husband at home and the city police outside.

Wang Boyce tossed her over a pack of tissues, and she drew two to casually and quickly wipe the tear stains from her face as she headed out the door, “I have to go now, thanks for your help.”

“When expressing gratitude … there’s always a name to leave, right?”