Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

"I said you're still resting, you haven't woken up. Would you like to call him back now?"

The nurse held Jiang Manxue's phone in embarrassment, and spoke cautiously.

Jiang Manxue looked at the drawing board a few more times, then looked away, and took the mobile phone from the nurse.

As the nurse said, Lu Sichen had called three times already.

"What did he say?" Jiang Manxue asked quietly.

The nurse shook her head: "Mr. Lu didn't say anything, he just said that you should call him after you wake up."

"..." Jiang Manxue pinched the phone and thought for a few seconds, then answered, and finally pressed the dial button.

The call was connected after a few seconds.

Before Jiang Manxue could speak, Lu Sichen's cold voice came over.

"Jiang Manxue, what did you tell Yaru?!"

Jiang Manxue's good mood since getting up early came to an abrupt end here.

The smile that was still hanging on the corner of her lips was running out now, and all the rest were frozen on her face following Lu Sichen's words.

"What did I say?" Jiang Manxue's eyes were stained with a trace of indifference, and her indifferent tone came up almost instantly.

Lu Sichen looked very annoyed, and even his tone was filled with a bit of restrained rage.

"Ask me? What did you say that you don't know?!"

Jiang Manxue's eyelashes drooped slightly, trembling imperceptibly, like a frightened butterfly fluttering its wings.

"I don't remember what I said that was too much. Why, what happened to Ms. Lin?" Jiang Manxue mocked slightly. "Lu Sichen, even if I say something, it won't cause an accident to the exciting Miss Lin, right?"

Jiang Manxue said, with a sarcastic chuckle deep in her throat.

"I don't think Miss Lin is such a fragile person."

"Jiang Manxue!" Lu Sichen almost gritted his teeth and called Jiang Manxue's name. "Yaru, she has been emotionally unstable since yesterday! Today she even got gas in her tympanum and passed out directly! You'd better pray that she's okay, if she does—"

Lu Sichen's indifferent voice paused.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Manxue sneered and said, "If she has something to do, what do you want? Let me be buried with you, or divorce me?"

Lu Sichen did not expect Jiang Manxue's tone and attitude.He seemed to be stuck in the shell, and he couldn't answer for a long time.

"She just got gas. Lu Sichen, when Ms. Lin's child is gone, you can come and tell me what to do with me. Until then, please don't disturb me." After saying this, Jiang Manxue turned off her phone take far.But, she didn't hang up.Her fingers paused slightly, and she took the phone back again, sticking it to her ear. "Also, if you don't want to be stimulated, then let her stop calling me next time. I don't have time to listen to her showing off her sweet love with you, and I don't have the patience to listen to her jealousy and hatred for me."

After saying that, Jiang Manxue hung up the phone directly.

For a few minutes after hanging up the phone, Jiang Manxue sat quietly in front of her painting.

She stared blankly at the painting, neither speaking nor moving.He was holding his cell phone motionlessly in his hand.

"Miss Jiang, are you alright?" the nurse called her.

Then, Jiang Manxue's eyes turned red the moment the nurse called her.

The indifference she pretended, the calmness and impatience she managed to maintain, and the ruthlessness she forced herself to do, all showed their true colors a few minutes after hanging up the phone.

Her fragility and vulnerability all burst out at this moment.

Jiang Manxue rubbed her eyes, feeling as if sand had been thrown into her eyes, sore and sore, extremely uncomfortable.

The nurse didn't care too much, and hurried over to comfort her: "What's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry, Miss Jiang..."

"It's nothing." Jiang Manxue wiped away her tears, and picked up the brush as if nothing had happened. "It's just that I got sand in my eyes."

Bad as hell excuse.

Although you can't deceive others, you can accidentally deceive yourself.

She kept comforting herself in her heart.The reason why she cried was because the sand got into her eyes, definitely not because of Lu Sichen's tone of indifference just now that she wanted to kill herself.

At that moment, Jiang Manxue wanted to ask Lu Sichen, is Lin Yaru really that important to him?Is it Lin Yaru who is more important, or the child in her womb?And the reason why he treats himself like this is because they only have the name of husband and wife, but not the reality of husband and wife, and is it because they have no children?

Endless grievances surged in his heart, and finally turned into balls of sourness, and he swallowed hard.

It was obviously Lin Yaru herself calling.It is also obvious that she has been insulting herself non-stop.But Lu Sichen didn't care about the so-called truth at all, he didn't even ask about the process, just because he saw Lin Yaru's discomfort, he vented all his anger and dissatisfaction on himself.

So, in Lu Sichen's heart, Lin Yaruo is really important, right?
But now, no matter who is more important, the so-called truth is not so important to Jiang Manxue now.

Anyway, in Lu Sichen's heart, the important one is not himself.

Jiang Manxue said this to herself, sniffling.

Just as she was dipping the paint on the brush, the phone rang again.

Or Lu Sichen.

Jiang Manxue picked up the phone, and only when she put it close to her ear, she heard Lu Sichen's hysterical roar: "Jiang Manxue, how dare you hang up on me?!"

Then, without further ado, Jiang Manxue pressed the hang up button.

Throwing the phone aside, she picked up the paintbrush and drew a few strokes when the phone rang again.

The nurse looked at her movements in fear, and tried to persuade her but dared not.

Jiang Manxue picked up the phone.

"Jiang Manxue!" Lu Sichen's gloomy voice that was about to come through the receiver almost condensed into substance.

Jiang Manxue paused.She was silent for a long while before she opened her mouth and said: "I have heard what you want to teach me. Lu Sichen, I think what I said is very clear. If you blame me for Lin Yaru's matter, I have nothing to say. Either you Wait for her to die because of me and let me pay for her life, or you don't bother me because of her. I feel sick!"

After saying this, Jiang Manxue cut off the call again and put the phone aside.

About 5 minutes later, the phone rang again.

Jiang Manxue finally couldn't take it anymore.

She touched the phone and directly pressed the connect button, her voice contained endless grievances, and the tone changed for a moment.

"Lu Sichen, how many times do you want me to say it?! Stop calling me because of Lin Yaru!"

"Jiang, Miss Jiang, did I disturb you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was not Lu Sichen's at all. "I, I am Qingyuan..."

It was Lin Qingyuan's voice that hesitated to speak.