(5/7)
Translated By: Green Tea
Edited By: Ocelot
Zhuo Yarong, thinking of this, looked towards Tang Xinluo and felt even more dissatisfied.
"Yuchen, your aunt is not a bad person. Her saying such direct things, she was just worried about you… Miss Tang, I hope you do not mind.” Madame Lu spoke in an earthly tone, her words sounded soft like cotton.
Tang Xinluo naturally heard the deep meaning behind those words, her heartstrings tugged a bit, but she could not make a rebuttal. “Of course I don't mind. We are family after all,” Tang Xinluo slightly smiled.
Seemingly satisfied with her answer, Lu Yuchen interrupted Zhuo Yarong's next words.
“Mom, this is Xinluo's first time coming to see you, don't scare her.” After he finished, he wrapped his arm around Tang Xinluo's waist and pulled her directly into his arms, taking advantage of the opportunity to sit on the empty sofa.
In one simple action, he highlighted his care and affection towards Tang Xinluo.
“Yuchen, how could you say that to your mother! Your mother did not say a word from beginning to end, so how did she frighten her? She’s a woman, but already in her second marriage. How indecent!”
When she finished her words, the air around them suddenly turned colder.
Lu Yuchen looked towards Song Xiulan and the look in his eyes was more than just a bit cold.
Song Xiulan did not know, understand, or comprehend her errors, and was prepared to continue her speech but she was grabbed by Zhuo Yarong.
“Forget it…Yuchen, you are all grown up. I, as your mother, can not force you. Your grandmother is upstairs, you should take your wife up to visit as she has been waiting for you for a long time.”
Hearing this, Lu Yuchen recovered and gave Song Xiulan a final icy look, and got up with Tang Xinluo to head upstairs.
When the two left, Song Xiulan could not help but speak.
“Yarong, why did you… why did you not let me continue on? Not saying anything would make that woman think even higher of herself. Just look at her cheap self!”
Zhuo Yarong snapped at her angrily, “You don't know anything! Even if you want to complain and shame her, you shouldn't have done it in front of Yuchen.”
"What did … what did I say wrong?” Song Xiulan was still confused.
“What did you say wrong?!” Zhuo Yarong – no matter how well trained she was – when facing her sister's lack of brains her neutral mask broke. “You, in front of Yuchen, told him to get rid of that woman because she was in her second marriage. You are Yuchen’s aunt, and yet you say such a thing? Why didn't you let me answer instead? You saying that, where would Yuchen's face go? ”
Song Xiulan looked at Zhuo Yarong's angry face. Although she felt like she had made the right choice, she did not dare keep talking. Although she was Zhuo Yarong's sister in law, the Song family compared to the Zhuo family – but the Lu family was far worse! Song Xiulan had used up a lifetime’s worth of luck just to marry to marry Zhuo Yarong’s brother. Although so many years had passed, Zhuo Yarong's position in the family was much higher than hers. She would not dare speak back in fear of offending her.
“I know, Yarong you are right. Just now I was too reckless, but Yarong, rest assured that the old lady will also definitely refuse that woman. I also have some plans to make that woman knowingly retreat and leave Yuchen.”
On the other side, Lu Yuchen and Tang Xinluo walked upstairs.
The old madame's room was on the third floor. As they walked to the corner of the second floor Tang Xinluo looked at Lu Yuchen.
“Is something wrong?”
Tang Xinluo looked at Lu Yuchen.
The cold alienation in his dark eyes had been restored; there was no trace of the previous ambiguous and sentimental look. There was no longer any warmth to protect her. Because of this look, Tang Xinluo became more and more suspicious of him.
"Lu Yuchen, you told me…You did it intentionally, right? In front of those relatives, did you pretend to like me to maintain…your act? Is that why now that it is just the two of us you completely different? ”
Lu Yuchen in private was good to her, but not good to that degree. She knew she should not ask, but if she did not ask, she would constantly think of it.
Hearing her words, Lu Yuchen's cool black eyes were covered with a layer of frost. He lifted her jaw and brought her closer.