"Hmph! I knew you would say that. You just don't want to leave the aristocratic family. You're really thick-skinned."
Xia Weiyang then mocked Luo Qingling by imitating her voice. "Why are you saying such things? I really don't want to fight with you! I just want to be with Shi Jue so I could get pregnant with his child before you marry him. Sister Xia Weiyang, I really don't have bad intentions. I just like Shi Jue very much..."
"Sister Xia Weiyang, you, I..."
"It seems that your family is really good at going after other women's husbands." Xia Weiyang stretched her neck and moved closer to Luo Qingling. "When you get married in the future, I'll find ten or eight women to care about your husband. I'm sure you'll be very happy."
"Sister Xia Weiyang..."
"That's enough. I don't want to hear your voice anymore. My husband has finished eating. There's nothing else for you to do here. Stop loitering in front of my husband. You can leave now. We still have a lot of things to do."
Xia Weiyang then waved her hand as if she was shooing away a puppy.
Luo Qingling's eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Shi Jue as if she was about to cry. Then, she timidly glanced at Xia Weiyang. She lowered her head. "Brother Shi Jue, I've disturbed you. I'm leaving," she said in a low voice.
Xia Weiyang watched Luo Qingling walk away until she disappeared. She then closed the door and locked it.
She slammed the door angrily.
Suddenly, Shi Jue appeared out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around Xia Weiyang from behind.
He then placed his chin on her shoulders. "Xia Weiyang, you're jealous!" Shi Jue said while looking at her face.
"Hmph!" Xia Weiyang snorted and rolled her eyes at Shi Jue.
"I like it." Traces of joy can be seen in Shi Jue's eyes.
"Let go!" Xia Weiyang struggled as she grabbed the hand on her waist.
"Xia Weiyang, didn't you chase Luo Qingling away so we can continue our intimate moment? I didn't expect you to be so impatient. I will definitely not let you down." Shi Jue then lightly kissed Xia Weiyang's neck.
"Go away. I'm not in the mood. Who exactly is this Luo Qingling?"
Xia Weiyang still felt angry. She cannot believe that the young girl had the guts to try to steal Shi Jue from her.
"I don't know. My father brought her back. Don't worry, Xia Weiyang. Soon, you will no longer see her." A cold light flashed across Shi Jue's eyes.
"That's good to know," Xia Weiyang responded.