1784: I just like such a rascal husband

I just like such a rascal husband

According to the information, Murong Zhihong had given Murong Mian a batch of very good horses, but Murong cuiting had insisted on snatching them over and riding them. Then ... She had successfully ridden the horses, and as a result, she had lost her child. She had even bled a lot. After she was saved, she could no longer get pregnant.2

Because of this, not only did she not blame herself, but she also hated Murong Mian.

Murong Mian sneered,"aunt's words make me laugh. Why?" He's just an outsider who came to my house and scolded my servants for harassing my wife. Breaking both of his hands is already a light punishment. I haven't even looked for my aunt for him, but my aunt has come. Alright, then I hope my aunt can give me an explanation. "

Murong cuiting was dumbfounded.

The corner of Ji Mianmian's mouth twitched. As expected ... He was a scoundrel!

However, she liked such a rascal husband.

Madam Murong held back her laughter and lowered her head. She picked up the exquisite teacup and took a sip.

Murong Mian was acting like a scoundrel. 'So what if I hit your son? come at me if you dare!' If you don't have the ability to hit me, then you better give me an explanation. Your son bullied my family members and harassed my wife. I'm not done with this matter.

Murong cuiting's hands clutched onto the sofa's armrest, her nails digging in. Her eyes almost popped out as she cursed,"You ... You ... Shameless ..."

Murong Mian raised an eyebrow."You're welcome. Aunt, don't be in such a hurry to say it. Otherwise, you won't be able to find a better word to describe me in the future."

"Even ... Even if ... It's ... C-C-Lau-de ... You ... You guys ... Can't ... Hit me so hard ... And ... And ... Return ... My ... Credit card ... What right do you have ... To ... Stop ... Me? what right do you have?" Murong cuiting took a deep breath and finally said what she wanted the most.

Money, money, money!

"Credit card? are you kidding me, aunt?" Murong Mian sneered. You're Mrs. Martin now, and your son's name is Claude Martin. When you got married, my father gave you a lot of dowry, but decades after you got married, you're still spending my family's money in peace. I'd like to ask you why?"

"I'm ..."

"In the past, my father was soft-hearted," Murong Mian interrupted,"but I'm different. I'm not a part of my family. Anyone who doesn't belong to my family would want to draw a single cent of my family's money. If you don't think that's enough, then we'll count all the money your family has spent on my family all these years, and then ... I'll have to trouble you to return it all."

Murong cuiting was instantly shocked, and Madam Murong slowly added,"it's already been calculated ..."

She waved her hand and a maid brought over a folder. She handed it to Murong Mian."The finance department has already done the calculations."

Murong Mian opened it and saw the long string of zeros at the end. She said sarcastically,"Tsk, a few hundred million, aunt ..."

"You can't do this ..." Murong cuiting anxiously shouted.

Murong Mian raised her head and looked at her. The bone-piercing coldness and viciousness in her eyes made her shiver. She was so scared that she didn't dare to make a sound.

"Why can't I? Do you need me to tell you again who I am?"

"My brother ... My brother ... Won't agree to ... You doing this ..."

"Then we'll have to see who's more important to my father, me or you, my aunt." Murong Mian lifted her chin.

"You ..."

"Guards," Murong Mian said loudly,"throw my aunt out. From now on, no one from this house is allowed to step through the door!"

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2 Mian: [my husband is so shameless, so shameless. He must have used all of your monthly votes to be shameless!] But he was so handsome!

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