Famous family scandal: Leng Shao's pillow wife

Chapter 91 I Want To Compensate Him 1
After a while, Ling Jianye said slowly: "You were right just now, Feng'er is my child with another woman, and my marriage is also arranged by Feng'er's grandfather, probably because of my rebellious psychology, I am always dissatisfied My current wife, I met Feng'er's mother later, she is a romantic woman but she is sincere to me, Feng'er's grandfather was a soldier, he firmly refused to accept such a thing, I almost broke up with my family because of her, later, I gave up gone."

Luo Ya was a little surprised, she didn't expect Ling Juefeng to have such a background, and finally understood that his temperament was a bit weird.

Ling's father went on to say: "Later, when I found out that his mother had my children and wanted to take care of them, he was entangled in reality. Grandpa Feng'er forced him to die. My current wife accepted me with a tolerant heart."

Luo Ya felt a little emotional, she knew too little about Ling Juefeng, it turned out that he still had such a pitiful life experience.

Later, Ling Jianye said mockingly: "I don't want the tragedy that happened to me to happen to my child again. Feng Tong experienced a major trauma in his childhood, which had a great impact on him, so grandpa is very partial to him. He always wants to make up for him. .”

Seeing that Luo Ya didn't speak, Ling's father paused, and said sadly: "Miss Luo, you sure don't want Feng'er to be unhappy, do you?"

Luo Ya nodded: "Of course, I hope he is happy. Uncle Ling, can you tell me about the major trauma Feng had in his childhood?"

"Disfigurement, he has been disfigured before, the good-looking face you see now is a masterpiece after surgery."

"Ah! How did this happen? What is going on?"

Father Ling fell into silence, and after a long time he said calmly, "I don't know the details, he doesn't want to say that even my father doesn't know, can you understand my good intentions now?"

Luo Ya never thought that his glamorous appearance would lead to such a tortuous life. Compared with him, she is much happier. Although she is not rich, she is considered lucky.

"Uncle Ling, I know what to do. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Miss Luo, don't be in a hurry, the matter is not over yet!"

Speaking of which, Ling Jianye stood up, and he walked ahead steadily, while Luo Ya nervously followed behind him.

Walking through a green lawn, I came to the door of his house. In front of the door, there are two lion heads made of stone, which look majestic and majestic.

If the scenery outside is beautiful, then the furnishings in his home are even more luxurious, the mahogany aloes table is equipped with exquisite patterns.

Mrs. Ling seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. Seeing them coming, she smiled lightly and said, "Master, go and rest! I'll just take care of the guests."

Ling Jianye paused for a moment, and said apologetically, "Miss Luo, regarding the follow-up, my wife will negotiate with you. After all, you are both women who are easy to communicate with. I hope you can understand our hearts as parents. We have the same position."

Although Luo Ya didn't know how she would entertain herself, she already expected that the so-called funeral would probably be to send her off with money. This is the usual method used by rich people!
She never thought of getting a penny from him, let alone asking for any compensation when she left. There was no one who owed the other between them.

She smiled inexplicably, and cried involuntarily with a smile. He was a gust of wind, entering her life unexpectedly, and her world would never be peaceful.

She doesn't want money, what she wants is to be able to spend time with him.

Mrs. Ling had her delicate hair coiled up. It could be seen that she lived a bright life and her body and skin were well maintained. She was stunned for a moment: "Girl, come with me."

Luo Ya didn't move, but stood there numbly, and said sadly after a while: "Mrs. Ling, thank you for your kindness, there is no need."

Madam Ling seemed to have expected this behavior a long time ago, she smiled: "Miss Luo, don't make things difficult for me, I must do what the master told me."

Before Luo Ya could answer, she had already dragged Luo Ya into the room, and when she entered the door, she saw a large Buddha statue, as well as offering fruits and snacks.

Madam Ling's hands were a little cold for this season, and she sat down in front of two stools.

"Miss Luo, have a cup of tea first."

"Thank you Madam Ling!"

Luo Ya looked around the house, wondering if it was because of a little spark, it looked creepy.

The crystal lighting in the living room spreads in every corner of the dining room, which is as atmospheric as before but not exaggerated.

On the huge long dining table, all kinds of delicacies dominate, almost extending from the head to the end of the table. All kinds of tableware inlaid with gold and silver shine with noble light under the reflection of the light. The whole restaurant smells like red wine. The mellow gas melts in the air, and you will be slightly drunk before you drink it...

Just as she was thinking about it, Madam Ling took a sip of tea: "Miss Luo, the matter with Feng'er is indeed that our Ling family is sorry for you. Although I am not Feng'er's real mother, I have treated him better than my three older sisters over the years."

Luo Ya didn't know what she meant, and resigned herself to fate with a little anxiety. To be honest, they were not mean, only polite and indifferent. She knew that this time she would really lose him.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's because I didn't see the reality clearly. In fact, you don't have to have any psychological burden. I know how to deal with it."

Madam Ling handed a check prepared in advance to her hand: "Miss Luo, this is the compensation you should get."

Now that things have come to this, Luo Ya wants to leave herself with the last bit of dignity, so she doesn't let herself look down on herself.

"Sorry, I can't have it."

Madam Ling sighed: "Miss Luo, do you know why Feng'er likes you? You look a bit like his mother when she was young. There was a scene like this many years ago, and his mother arrogantly refused, and then she lived in another country... …This is a knot in my heart for many years, so don't you refuse."

Luo Ya looked at the glamorous lady in front of her, and thought about the scene many years ago, the history is so strikingly similar, why is it her.

Madam Ling put the check into her bag, and said in a nagging voice: "The matter of Feng'er marrying Shiyang can no longer be changed. If you need it, we won't do nothing. I hope you can help them. Sometimes love A person doesn’t necessarily need to have a distant view of his happiness.”

What else did Mrs. Ling say, she couldn't remember, she only knew that the thin check bought out the love she wanted to protect for a lifetime.

When I left, it was already dark outside, and there was no spark to be seen in the darkness. The driver was already waiting at the door. Although Ling Jianye and his wife asked her to keep her for dinner, she insisted on leaving without hesitation.

She refused the driver's kindness, and walked alone on the long path, she really wanted to cry aloud.

The winding road seems to have no end, and there are few taxis on this road.

Luo Ya walked to a small river pond, and she kicked the stones under her feet.Small stones fell into the lotus pond, causing ripples on the calm water, and then calmed down again.

It's as if her mood at the moment, which she thought was the beginning, has ushered in the end.

He took a few steps and sat down on a piece of bluestone. Before he knew it, it was getting late.Looks like it's going to rain.

Luo Ya wanted to stay like this for a while, the hazy grayness before the rain was her favorite, and she always felt that was the closest to herself.

Soon, the sky started to rain. The raindrops in spring are very small, very thin, very gentle, like a feather gently passing across the cheek, itchy.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared above her.

When he looked up, he saw Du Xiaoqiang's clear profile.

Du Xiaoqiang stood behind her and held up an umbrella above her, but his eyes did not look at her, as if he was watching a peaceful place far away.

Luo Ya was stunned for a long time, then stood up with a "whoosh".

"Mr. Du..." Luo Ya blurted out, her voice was very soft, and there seemed to be a trace of uncertainty.

The man's fingers holding the umbrella tightened obviously, but he didn't turn his head to look at her.

Luo Ya's eyes dimmed.

Du Xiaoqiang always appeared when she was at her worst, so how could she meet him here? It's really a coincidence.

"Luo Ya, what are you doing here?"

Luo Ya was at a loss for words for a while, not knowing what to say, she smiled awkwardly: "Just passing by, how about you, Mr. Du?" Soon, she adjusted herself, not wanting to betray her depressed self.

"I often look at the scenery here by myself. Sometimes I just sit here for a long time. It's just a coincidence that I'm just passing by." He still smiled lightly, but there was some indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Luo Ya thought of Ling Juefeng, and her heart ached.

"President Du is very leisurely and carefree." Luo Ya said something perfunctory, then froze in place.

Du Xiaoqiang came to her in three steps and two steps, and said softly: "Luo Ya, let's go when it's raining, and come to see the scenery here another day."

Her heart throbbed, perhaps passing by here for the last time in this life, she would never be in the mood to look at the scenery here again.

The dimly lit bar, the deafening music, and the overwhelming drinking scene faded away from restraint and shyness, and publicized the concealed indulgence.At the bar, a girl with heavy make-up was pouring wine alone, ignoring the men who came to strike up a conversation.

I can't remember how many crazy nights this is, Huo Shiyang used alcohol to numb herself, it seems that only under the influence of alcohol can she escape from the sober world that she hates.Lit a cigarette, exhaled lightly, as if she had lifted a heavy burden, Ye, became enchanting at her fingertips.Standing up, he stumbled towards the end of the corridor, where was the bathroom.

In the feeling of flying through the clouds, she bumped into a human wall unconsciously.There was a blur in front of his misty eyes, except for a roughly human-shaped outline.

"Hey! How do you walk? You don't apologize for bumping into Miss Ben..." Huo Shiyang, who was in a drunken state, said to himself, the wall of people in front of him remained motionless, staring at her coldly.

Rubbing his eyes, he finally saw clearly, but is that heartless person in front of him?Rigid lines, charming eyes, and a touch of contempt between the hooked lips, who else but Ling Juefeng!

"Wind! Is it you? Have you finally thought of me? I miss you so much! You don't even want me..." Huo Shiyang shook his body, murmured, and stretched out his hand to grab his skirt.

"Miss, you've got the wrong person!" She easily got rid of her shackles, with disdain mixed with indifference, he had seen a lot of women in the night market, this set was too childish!Turn around and walk towards the door of a private room.

"Ling Juefeng! You are so ruthless! Don't even think about our years of love, what's so good about that Luo Ya... woo woo woo" Facing the unfeeling back, she shouted, why, he can do this decision.

The figure who had already arrived at the door of the private room turned around suddenly, his eyes were as cold as ice frozen for thousands of years, and the name shook his heart like a thunderbolt. "Who are you calling? Is that Ling Juefeng!" Then, this is Ling Juefeng's fiancée Huo Shiyang. Didn't the newspaper announce that the two are about to get engaged? Why did such a scene suddenly appear?
This person is none other than Xia Boliang who had a relationship last time. It turns out that this woman is a high society lady.

The sharp voice made Huo Shiyang tremble, and he looked over blankly: "Feng, what's wrong with you, don't you even know me? Don't deny me!" His hands tried to climb his body again, not wanting to Being shackled in his arms, a strong masculine breath hit her, making her suddenly lost and dizzy.

(End of this chapter)