For a while, wasn't the term "simp" very popular online?
Because many assistant young ladies in the research institute had heard gossip about a certain rich second generation, Mr. Wang, Grace had some knowledge of it and also had a deep impression of the word "simp."
At this moment, it was most fitting to use it for Qin Yunxi.
"Pfft—"
"Hahahaha—"
Someone,不知是谁, burst into laughter.
From one voice, there came a second, a third... everyone laughed uncontrollably.
Although the atmosphere had fallen into a frigid silence due to Rong Jingyang and Du Ruoxin's emotional entanglement, Grace and Qin Yunxi, the lively duo, had the ability to liven up the scene.
[The formidable Master Qin, feared by everyone, is a simp?]
[He can be!]
[This lady, you can do it, you really can!]
[She's absolutely brilliant at scolding!]
"Hahahaha—"
The laughter, unable to stop, echoed in the backyard, lingering for a long time.
Qin Yunxi put on a miserable face. Hey, do you all have any sympathy?!
A bunch of onlookers who were just watching the show were adding fuel to the fire!
He—
His pride was somewhat wounded. Just as he was about to get angry and roar at them, Qin Yunxi caught sight of Grace's lips curving upwards, a charming smile playing on them.
She was smiling?
His wife was smiling?
Not wanting to ruin his dear wife's good mood, Qin Yunxi could only rub his nose sheepishly.
But immediately, a thought flashed through his mind.
He looked at Grace slyly. "Simp?" Master Qin pretended to be angry, with a fierce look as if he would tear her apart. "I dare to give it, do you dare to wear it!"
Grace raised her eyebrows and replied, "Why wouldn't I dare?"
As long as he dared to give it!
She would dare to accept it!
"Good." Qin Yunxi, his plan successful, continued to feign anger. "I will personally put it on your neck."
Grace: "???"
Why was it to be worn on the neck? Something seemed not quite right?
But the man had already picked up paper and pen and sat on the sofa to draw.
"Swish—"
After drawing only two or three strokes, Qin Yunxi tore the draft paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
This repeated several times. Grace saw the man getting agitated and unable to produce a good design draft, thinking that he was just like this and wouldn't cause any trouble.
Today was destined to be a day of humiliation for him.
So she stopped paying attention to him.
At this time, the female boss had already completed the model needed by Rong Jingyang.
Due to the tight schedule, Rong Jingyang began to color it quickly. His serious look, his focused look, his completely engrossed look, made Grace stare blankly.
Rong Jingyang... truly liked Sister Xin, didn't he?
If this wasn't considered liking, then what was?
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"What if I don't agree?"
Facing Feng Linwan, who had arrived uninvited, Christiano's eyes flashed with killing intent.
Whoever dared to obstruct his wedding—kill without mercy!
Feng Linwan was someone who had seen great scenes. Although she didn't carry a knife and live a life of blood and fire every day, she had experienced life-and-death situations a few times.
She said calmly, "Mr. Rothschild, if Xin was my Rong family's daughter-in-law a moment ago, why is she marrying you the next moment? Are you not even allowing me to ask for clarification?"
Christiano stood with his legs apart, like a mountain, blocking the doorway. "Whether you ask or not, the outcome will not change."
Feng Linwan: "How do you know?"
Christiano took out a gun from his waist and cocked it—if she dared to take another step forward, he wouldn't mind shooting her.
Feng Linwan: "—"
This young man was indeed ruthless and spoke little.
Just as the air became tense, footsteps could be heard from the end of the corridor.
Mona walked over slowly, passed Feng Linwan, and came to her son's side. "What are you pulling out a gun for? Aren't you afraid of accidental discharge and hurting someone?"
She snatched the gun from her son's hand, handed it to a bodyguard beside her, and glanced at the door. "Open the door."
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