1114: Why Are You Creating Problems out of Nothing? (1)

Why Are You Creating Problems out of Nothing? (1)

Huang Ying quietly tiptoed to the study. On the way here, she had tried her best to avoid people. Luckily, there weren't many servants in the villa's hallway at the moment and because it was raining, everyone stayed in their respective rooms. Therefore, Huang Ying easily escaped everyone's attention and arrived at the door of the study.1

In the study, Ruan Qishan was currently practicing calligraphy. He should be able to do this in the study in his room. Unfortunately, Wang Yazhi did not like the smell of the ink. When they were in the mansion and Ruan Qishan wanted to practice writing characters, he would have to go to the study on the first floor.

Now that the entire family had moved to the villa, they had given him an individual study to store all of the things he needed to practice calligraphy.

Huang Ying stood outside the study, trying hard to control the anxiousness in her heart. She stood outside and reached out her hand to softly knock on the door.

Soon, Ruan Qishan's deep and resounding voice came from the study. "Come in."

Upon hearing Ruan Qishan's voice, Huang Ying's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She stood outside the door, neatened her hair and clothes and, after taking a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked into the study.

Ruan Qishan was focused on practicing calligraphy. When Huang Ying walked in, he didn't lift his head to look at her.

Huang Ying stood there. Ruan Qishan didn't look at her. Therefore, she coughed lightly, reminding Ruan Qishan that she had come in.

Upon hearing a voice he didn't expect, Ruan Qishan lifted his head. However, upon seeing Huang Ying, the hand that was holding the brush pen moved and ruined the character he had been working on.

Ruan Qishan looked at the words that he had almost finished writing in distress. Now, it was all ruined. However, he couldn't blame himself for the way he had reacted. Seeing the way Huang Ying looked was too shocking.

When Huang Ying saw Ruan Qishan's response, she thought that he was remembering the time when the two had been dating and that was the reason for his shock.

Therefore, Huang Ying walked forward and said, in an incredibly warm voice, "Qishan."

Ruan Qishan's hand was held across his heart. The shock hadn't yet passed.

"Cous... Cousin's wife, why have you come here?"

Huang Ying was clearly unhappy with Ruan Qishan calling her cousin's wife and glared at him angrily. "Don't call me cousin's wife. Call me Small Ying. That's what you used to call me."

"Small…" Ruan Qishan's heart was stuffy. When he looked at Huang Ying, he could not call her Small Ying. The last time he had called her that, they had still been passionately in love and they were both young. Right now, it was impossible for him to call Huang Ying that. "Cousin's wife, you are still my cousin's wife. Therefore, that's what I should call you."

Upon hearing Ruan Qishan stubbornly calling her cousin's wife, Huang Ying could only shoot him an intense glare. "I didn't think that you also liked to do this kind of thing. If you think that calling me cousin's wife is more arousing, then just continue calling me cousin's wife."

"This thing?" Ruan Qishan didn't understand. What thing? What thing did he like? "Cousin's wife, you still haven't told me what you are here for."

Huang Ying once again looked at him while feigning anger coquettishly. "Really now, can I not come to find you without a reason? Don't forget that we don't have a normal relationship!"

Ruan Qishan sighed deeply. Luckily, he didn't have any heart problems, or Huang Ying would have given him a heart attack.

She was wearing a pale pink dress that clearly did not belong to her. There was nothing wrong with the dress but when paired with her dry and thin body as well as her face which was harsh and waxy yellow, it didn't look right on her at all.

She looked like a dried-up branch that had been wrapped in a pink garbage bag. It would only make people think that it was garbage.

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