The sky gradually darkened, and Ye Erruo's designated driver stood aside as he waited in silence.

At that moment, her phone vibrated, indicating that she had received a new text message.

It was from her husband.

[Why aren't you back home yet?]

She replied, [Are you back already?]

[I'll only get home at around two in the morning.]

[Understood.]

[Why haven't you left?]

Tapping on her phone, she responded, [I'll be leaving soon.]

[Be careful on your way home.]

[Okay.]

Upon noticing her tapping away on her phone, Su Qing Ning was certain that the woman was tattletaling on her.

“What are you all doing? Get that woman out of here now!” The way she ordered the servants revealed that she totally treated the Lin residence as her own place.

Tugging her lips up, Ye Erruo scoffed and proceeded to take photos of her injured finger with her phone right in front of them.

“Xiao Ruo!” yelled Old Master Lin.

“Yes, grandpa?”

“Get out of my house!”

She put her phone away. “Don't worry, grandpa. After this, I'll never come back here again.”

“Grandpa, you mustn't let Brother Jiangye come over.” Su Qing Ning was feeling so frantic that she was on the verge of tears.

“I'll get Mo Jiangye to meet me today.” Her grandfather insisted.

“Grandpa!”

“Silence.”

Then, everyone in the living room began to wait for Mo Jiangye.

Feeling bored and tired, Ye Erruo let out a yawn and proceeded to lean back against the sofa and take a nap.

After two o'clock in the wee hours, a helicopter was seen hovering over the Lin residence.

“Sir, the Second Young Master is here.”

The moment Su Qing Ning heard that, she tidied herself up in delight.

Naturally, her gleeful, idiotic expression failed to escape Ye Erruo's notice.

Cold gusts of evening wind blew past the front door, which had been opened wide, and entered the living room.

Mo Jiangye, who had a sullen expression on his face, came striding in with a cape draped over his arm. He had been furious when he'd heard that his wife had yet to get home and had thus flown over at first notice to fetch her home.

The travel-worn, weary man's face softened when he saw his wife in the living room.

“Brother Jiangye!”

“Hubby!” Ye Erruo made a mad dash toward the man and jumped right into his arms to hug him.

A dangerous aura was effused from him as he came into contact with her icy hands and swiftly placed the cape on her.

The woman deliberately thrust her injured finger at him.

“How did you get such a huge cut?”

Her aggrieved expression made her look very much like someone who had gotten bullied.

“She did that to herself just to frame us, Brother Jiangye! How is that cut considered big when it isn't even bleeding?”

His sharp gaze shot toward the young lady. “How do you know it's not bleeding if you didn't touch her?”

“Xiao Ye, you've finally come to visit this old man,” remarked Old Master Lin sarcastically.

“I'm here to fetch my wife home. Even though I ordered my wife to leave this place safe and sound, she still ended up injuring her finger when she's only here for a meal. Is she going to lose her life if she stays the night?”

He was practically roaring each and every word out.

Displeased, Old Master Su chided the young man. “How capable you must be now, Xiao Ye, to be able to shout at your elders.”

Even his young granddaughter was really shocked. The infuriated lady piped up, “Brother Jiangye, all the servants present in the living room can stand witness! We have surveillance cameras around as well. How can you blame grandpa when she deliberately cut herself?”

Mo Jiangye looked down at his wife, who blinked her beautiful glistening yet misty eyes back at him. Her eyes shone and sparkled under the lights.

“She wouldn't have gotten injured if she hadn't come here for dinner. Don't you come hara.s.sing my wife again.” Upon saying that, he scooped his wife into his embrace and shot a warning stare at each and every person in the living room.

“Xiao Ye, you—”

Before his grandfather could finish his words, he coldly cut in. “This is the third time she has gotten injured at your place. Don't borrow her name or come hara.s.sing me again. From now on, deal with the company's affairs on your own.”

That way, he would no longer have anything to do with that old man!