Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Chapter 54 Conflict
Yan Xia sat on the bed for a while and finally figured it out.

Si Jinghuai has never been frustrated before. This is the first time he has encountered someone like him who just gives up. He is probably not used to it yet.

It's just the possessiveness unique to men in high positions.

Yan Xia gathered her clothes, stood up and went downstairs.

Just as I was about to walk to the side of the road and hail a taxi, I received a text message on my phone.

She lowered her head and glanced down. The hand holding the bag tightened and her knuckles turned slightly white.

She stopped a car and rushed home regardless.

Today is a day off. Everyone in the family is here. Even Yan Huan has gone home. Seeing how energetic she was, Yan Yunhai was the first to speak.

"How can a girl be so frivolous?" He frowned: "It will be the same when she marries into the Gu family. It should be said that our family has no tutor."

Yan Xia was about to laugh angrily at the man in front of him.

"Tutor?" Yan Xia laughed: "What is my tutor? How do you become a thief?"

Yan Yunhai's face immediately fell when he heard what she said.

"Yan Xia, have you ever talked to your own father like this?"

Lin Anru's mother and daughter looked at each other with a bit of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Yan Xia smiled, but with a sarcastic smile: "Then my dear father, please tell me why the villa in the south of the city became Yan Huan's name!?"

"Ok?"

Yan Yunhai immediately frowned, his eyes a little evasive.

Lin Anru pursed her lips and put down the tea cup in her hand to persuade her: "Xia Xia, it's your father's business to deal with the house. Why are you so angry?"

Yan Xia was not so angry when she didn't speak.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Yan Xia felt a surge of anger rushing straight into the sky.

She wouldn't have believed it if Lin Anru hadn't encouraged her to transfer the house to Yan Huan.

That house was left to me by my mother before she died, why should I take advantage of Yan Huan?She sneered, stepped forward, picked up the teacups on the tea table, and poured all the teacups on Lin Anru's face. There had been some quarrels over the years, but Yan Xia had never made a move against her.

So everyone present was stunned.

"Who do you think you are? Shameless mistress, do you have the right to talk to me when I talk to my father!?"

Yan Xia looked down at Lin Anru with an arrogant expression.

As a result, the next moment, Yan Yunhai stood up and slapped her, and then his stern scolding reached Yan Xia's ears: "How could you do this to your Aunt Lin?"

Yan Xia covered her face and looked at Yan Yunhai, feeling as if her heart had fallen into an ice cellar.

Over the years, she always felt that she and Yan Yunhai still had some kind of father-daughter relationship, but now she knew that the moment her mother died, she no longer had a father.

No, maybe earlier.

The burning pain on her face was not as good as the pain in her heart. Her peach blossom eyes were sparkling with tears. She said nothing and just looked straight at Yan Yunhai.

Yan Yunhai felt a little guilty when he saw him, but more importantly, he was angry.

"Apologise." Yan Yunhai said, "Immediately apologize to your Aunt Lin."

Yan Xia smiled: "Yan Yunhai, that house was left to me by my mother before she died. Why should Yan Huan want it?"

She looked at Yan Huan who had been silent for a long time. She seemed not to be frightened anymore. She was wearing a white dress that looked like she was going to mourn. Her eyes were dim with tears.

Yan Huan will always be like this.

She obviously took advantage, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed like she was the one who suffered the loss.

Yan Xia's lips were tinged with sarcasm, and she looked at Yan Huan: "What qualifications do you think you have?"

"Are you worthy? Huh!?" Yan Xia's tone was aggressive.

Yan Huan has always been good at acting. When faced with Yan Xia's questioning, she immediately shed tears: "Sister, I'm sorry...I, I didn't mean to steal your things."

(End of this chapter)