Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

Jiang Yuange clenched his fists, mustered up his courage, raised his eyelids and looked at him, his tone firm,

"I don't want to be a mistress."

Chi Morong looked at the stubbornness in her eyes, sneered, withdrew his hand, and looked at her disdainfully.

"With your temper and insistence on breaking up, how can you be a mistress?"

He wanted to hold her in his hands and protect her for her entire life, freeing her from worries and suffering.

He longed to hide her and put her safely away to prevent her from being startled and left without support.

How could I, being such a person, bear to see her being bossed around and oppressed as a mistress?

However, before that matter is settled, I can only let her down for now, and I will make it up to her later.

"Except this one, I can give you all the others."

Liu Xiran was only holding the title of fiancée temporarily.

She didn't want to have anything to do with him in the first place, and now she was labeled as his mistress for no reason, which made Jiang Yuange even more unwilling.

"I do not."

Seeing that his gentle words were ineffective, Chi Morong no longer wasted time. He stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around the woman's slender waist, and held her in his arms.

"It's not up to you."

As he said this, he took her in his arms and walked inside, strong and domineering.

Jiang Yuange, who had lost control of his body and was being held by the waist, did not react at first. It was not until he took a few steps forward that he realized that the two people were walking towards Liu Xiran.

"Are you crazy?"

This was her first reaction, and she subconsciously reached out to pull the man's clothes, trying to stop him from moving forward.

Taking the mistress to meet the soon-to-be fiancée, what kind of hell is this?

Isn’t he afraid that his fiancée will make a fuss?

Jiang Yuange has always known that Chi Morong has no scruples, but this is too reckless.

Chi Morong lowered his eyelids and glanced at her calmly.

"What, are you scared?"

Jiang Yuange was speechless. What does this have to do with being afraid or not?

The man kept walking. Jiang Yuange could already imagine the scene that would happen next, but he couldn't stop him. He could only lower his head and act like a turtle.

A few meters away from his seat, Liu Xiran looked up and saw Mr. Chi.

She quickly stood up and took two steps forward to meet him.

"Mr. Chi, you are done."

But when her eyes moved to the woman next to him, the smile on her face froze.

Chi Morong walked past her to the seat, sat down, crossed his legs, picked up the coffee on the table and was about to drink it.

"Hey, that's mine."

Jiang Yuange was sharp-eyed and saw that he was holding his cup, so he quickly reached out to stop him.

Chi Morong moved his hand aside and glanced at her.

"I'm thirsty. Ask the waiter to give you another drink."

Jiang Yuange glared at him. Was this a question of getting a new cup?

Jiang Yuange looked away as he watched the man finish the coffee he had just taken a few sips of.

She believed that he was really thirsty.

"Tsk, it's so sweet, you must have put a few pieces of sugar in it, the coffee taste is covered up."

Jiang Yuange rolled his eyes when he saw someone snatching his coffee and still complaining about it.

"You wanted to drink it yourself. I didn't beg you to drink it."

Chi Morong glanced at the woman's angry expression, put his right fist against his lips, and coughed lightly.

Liu Xiran, who had been standing there, watching their interaction, found it very irritating and felt as if he had been slapped in the face invisibly.

She moved her legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Unable to maintain the smile on her face any longer, she looked at Mr. Chi and spoke with difficulty.

"Mr. Chi, what do you mean?"