Chapter 261 He Might Have Married an Ancient
Chapter 261: Chapter 261: He Might Have Married an Ancient Person as His Wife
Chapter 261: Chapter 261: He Might Have Married an Ancient Person as His Wife
“What’s this?”
Looking at the pile of dingy cards, Her Majesty the Empress seemed somewhat bewildered.
Lu Hualiang, “…”
He might have married an ancient person as his wife.
In current society, how could anyone not know what a card is?
Meeting his speechless gaze, Xia Weibao quickly flipped through the original host’s memory, then her face turned bright red.
Well… her self-awareness was too strong, such that she ignored some of the original host’s memories. Forgive her, forgive her.
Of course, our prideful Her Majesty the Empress would never admit her ignorance. So she pretended to be all mysterious.
“I, of course, know these are Black Gold Cards, I was just testing you.”
Lu Hualiang, “…”
Heh heh.
Since when did you learn to crack dry jokes, wife?
In the face of absolute magnate style, Xia Weibao finally believed that he had not gone bankrupt.
But she did not take his card; she just borrowed ten million.
However, when she arrived at the police station with the money, she found that Xu Jiayang had already been bailed out by Leng Yan.
Her Majesty the Empress just wanted to curse her head off!
Damn it, if you were going to get Xu Jiayang out, why didn’t you tell me? You made me owe Lu Hualiang a favor for nothing!
Leng Yan was just tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Despite claiming to ignore Xu Jiayang, as soon as he got home, he sold his house and then bailed him out.
On their way back, Leng Yan had a cold face all along, his eyes sharp like knives fixated ahead, almost shooting fire.
The car sped off.
Xu Jiayang sat in the passenger seat, his expression indifferent, “If you want to commit suicide, do it yourself, don’t drag me down with you.”
The more Xu Jiayang talked, the angrier Leng Yan got.
Slamming down on the accelerator, the car once again soared away!
For the sake of his own life, Xu Jiayang kept his mouth shut.
Returning home, he found several large boxes in front of the door.
He was somewhat puzzled and turned to look at Leng Yan, “Your stuff?”
Leng Yan, with a stern face, picked up a small box and then glared at him, “Aren’t you going to move it!”
“What do you mean.” Why move stuff to his house?
Thinking of himself as homeless, Leng Yan was so angry his eyes could have spouted fire, dropping the box he was holding with a thud.
“Your mom! I sold even my house to save you!!!”
If he wasn’t going to move in here, was he supposed to sleep under a bridge?
After speaking, he turned and kicked the door open and went in.
Looking at Xu Jiayang’s small one-bedroom, one-living room apartment, and thinking about his own luxurious garden villa, Leng Yan felt very unbalanced inside.
Turning his head, he barked at Xu Jiayang in a rage.
“Xu Jiayang, how can you live in such a shabby place, just one room, where the hell am I supposed to sleep!”
Xu Jiayang, carrying a box inside, lazily lifted his eyelid, “Sleep in the toilet.”
All his savings were gone after that incident.
The little that remained, he had invested in the production of “Allure”. Having a place to stay was good enough; he couldn’t be picky.
He had grown up enduring hardships, so a little congestion didn’t matter to him.
But Leng Yan was different; being the son of a rich family, he had never suffered even after being kicked out of his home.
He couldn’t deal with such a stark difference in living conditions.
Thus, all his frustration was vented towards Xu Jiayang.
In a fit of heartache, “How could I know someone like you for a brother — you’re so foolish. That woman has caused you ruin and climbed over you to reach higher ground…”
“Enough!”
Xu Jiayang’s face turned cold.
Leng Yan grew even angrier, “What, I can’t even talk about it now? Bloody first love! She’s gotten together with your arch enemy, and you’re still thinking she’ll come back to you?”