Chapter 627: Old Fourth Had Dragged Qiao Yaruan To The Civil Affairs Bureau!

The assistant knocked on the car door as Qiao Yaruan and Feng Feng faced off against each other. Feng Feng turned around to unlock the car and get down from the vehicle but his assistant handed his phone to him.

“It’s a call from Director Chu.”

Feng Feng was taken aback. He paused for a moment before he took the phone from his assistant.

“Big Boss.”

“What’re you doing?” Came Chu Ningyi’s deep voice. He was clearly aware of the matter.

Feng Feng looked at his assistant threateningly. This fellow had the nerve to tattle on him.

“I’m marrying Qiao Yaruan,” he answered honestly.

“Heh, getting married? Are you sure you’re in love with her?” Chu Ningyi’s voice has grown increasingly cold.

Feng Feng got down from the car and shut the door. He then retorted grimly, “Are you saying that you were in love with my sister-in-law when you married her?”

“That’s why we’re divorced,” Chu Ningyi replied coldly. “You have to understand what you’re doing. You can’t bear the responsibilities of marriage when you don’t even know if you love her.”

Feng Feng clenched his hands, speechless.

“If you can tell me right now that you love her, I won’t stop you from getting married,” Chu Ningyi said as he gently tapped on the edge of his study table.

Feng Feng’s face turned increasingly icy. He turned around and looked at the girl who was pulling at the car door with all her might. Does he love her?

How was that possible?

Qiao Yaruan could not open the car door and lifted her head to shoot an angry glare at the person on the phone.

Feng Feng ended the call and glared at his assistant angrily as he slowly walked to the car. His assistant lowered his head but his body still trembled.

Feng Feng opened the car door and got into the car. “We’re going back!” He spat as he slammed the car door.

Qiao Yaruan finally heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this.

Chu Ningyi stared at the phone after the call had ended. He then threw it onto the table. He may have been creating opportunities to build them up but getting married was the final straw. He would not allow them to act so recklessly.

Maid Yu, who had completely recovered by night time, has returned to full vitality. Shui Anluo, who was reading a book, heard Maid Yu’s voice and turned to look.

“That damned Old Zhang actually had the audacity to deny that he’d given me bad vegetables. He even asked me why I was the only one who got sick when everyone else was alright. How frustrating!” Maid Yu grumbled as she walked into the kitchen.

Shui Anluo was sitting on the carpet. She looked down at her son who was rolling around on the floor next to her. Old Zhang had not been in the wrong and someone else had tampered with the vegetables after Maid Yu bought them. However, she did not have the courage to reveal this to Maid Yu.

Chu Ningyi overheard Maid Yu’s voice as he was walking down the stairs and did not say anything either.

The little darling propped himself against his mommy’s arm and tried to stand up. The little darling managed to stand up with a bit of support from Shui Anluo’s hand. However, his little hand continued to hold onto his mommy’s hand for dear life.

Chu Ningyi walked over and sat down on the couch. The little darling immediately changed direction and held onto his dad’s thigh.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’ve certainly learned how to hold onto someone’s thigh. You’d better hold on tight. All of your dad’s money will belong to you someday,” Shui Anluo said as she continued to read and make notes.

She had finished her preparations for a battle with the old woman.

Even though it was a little late, it had not dampened her drive to subdue the old woman.

“Your absence in the office today wasn’t my fault,” Shui Anluo mumbled as she continued to read.

Chu Ningyi reached out and stroked her head. This little girl has developed a shadow complex from receiving too much criticism, that was why she would quickly explain herself to him.

“Old Fourth had dragged Qiao Yaruan to the Civil Affairs Bureau today!” Chu Ningyi suddenly said.

Snap…

Shui Anluo’s metal felt tip pen suddenly snapped in her hand. She had broken it with her bare hands.