Chapter 1840: Got Beaten Again

Zhang Xiaowei sneered, "Miss Ling, are you amnesiac or suffering from Alzheimer's? Don't you even remember who you are? I don't care if you are the king of heaven or the father of the people. Who do you think you are if you slap people all the time?" His tone was full of confidence. Xu Molian said that slapping her face was slapping his face. She could endure it, but he couldn't.

Ling Rouer was so angry that she was out of breath. She broke free from Zhang Xiaowei's grip and was about to get angry again. Although she knew that her wrist had not been raised yet, she was grabbed by a strong hand. Then there was a "click" sound, which was probably the sound of dislocation, and finally a heart-wrenching scream...

Such a big commotion naturally alarmed Xu Molian upstairs. He was reviewing documents in the study, and this woman who didn't know what was good for him actually dared to come to his house and beat up his people. Naturally, he would not show mercy, and he was not a man who was kind to women.

"Go back to where you came from!" Xu Molian also seemed to come out of the ice cellar.

The most painful part of Ling Rouer was not her wrist, but her heart.

In the past, Xu Molian had never tried to hit her or even speak loudly to her, so she felt a little pity for her because of him.

She was in so much pain that her forehead was sweating constantly, but she didn't say a word and stared at Xu Molian without making any mistakes.

The face that was swollen by Zhang Xiaowei looked a little hideous.

However, Xu Molian only glanced at her coldly, and then turned his eyes to Zhang Xiaowei, "You have been slapped in the face again and again, it seems that you have ignored what I said."

The tone was still cold and blaming, but everyone could hear a little more imperceptible pampering than before.

Zhang Xiaowei touched his face, it really hurt.

"The enemy attacked me from behind without my defense, it will not happen again, and I also fought back, I didn't lose your face."

Xu Molian was a very face-conscious man, but after all, she was now in the position of someone's wife and had the obligation to save his face.

"You've already lost my face, and now you've lost it at my doorstep."

"It's my fault. I'll be careful next time. I'll go upstairs and apply some medicine. You clean up here?"

Xu Molian glanced at her but didn't stop her from going upstairs. His eyes turned to Ling Rouer, whose face was already pale.

"Don't let me see you hitting my woman again. I'm a person who cares about my face. Not everyone can hit my woman. You'd better take care of yourself." When he spoke again, he had regained his usual calmness and emotionlessness.

Ling Rouer's tears had already burst when he was chatting with Zhang Xiaowei as if he was in a deserted place.

After years of waiting, others didn't understand Xu Molian, but she did. He didn't even care about his sister like this before. His tone was not good, but he was definitely protective.

"Xu Molian, have you ever been sincere to me?" She didn't believe that everything in the past was a joke, and his tenderness towards her was all a mirage.

"No!"

The answer was expected. Ling Rouer closed her eyes in despair. "Lian, I love you. You know, I have loved you since you were with my sister. I have never hurt you or my sister. I couldn't stop my sister's death. I am also very sad. I don't know why you took your anger out on me and why you were so cruel to me."

She suppressed the intense pain and cried, accusing him word by word. She was afraid that if she missed this opportunity, she would not know when she would be able to talk to him so much again.