Chapter 33: Husband and Wife

“To repay Uncle Luo for saving my life, I brought her back. We’ve officially become husband and wife, and the marriage certificate is almost in hand. All the verification procedures went without a hitch.” Leng Mohan’s gaze softened as he turned to Luo Jiaojiao and spoke softly.

“So that’s how it is. No wonder I disliked Luo Meihui the first time I saw her. So that’s the root of the problem! How dare she bully such an innocent girl like Jiaojiao? As for Jiaojiao’s adoptive parents, did they condone Luo Meihui’s actions, allowing her to bully their own Jiaojiao?”

Zhang Rong’s heart was filled with resentment towards Luo Meihui. She felt even more sorry for the misunderstood and bullied girl.

“Her adoptive parents?” Leng Mohan’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “That girl Luo Jiaojiao, because she was a girl when she was little, didn’t receive much love from her adoptive parents. It was her paternal grandparents who took pity on her and raised her from infancy.”

“But after Jiaojiao turned ten, as she grew more and more beautiful, her adoptive parents started to have ulterior motives, wanting to marry her into a wealthy family to climb the social ladder. That’s when Luo Jiaojiao became important in their eyes.”

“They originally planned to arrange a meeting for Jiaojiao to find a suitable husband, their intentions clear. However, Luo Meihui’s malicious intentions derailed the plan. She attempted to frame Jiaojiao, pushing her into a pond, but accidentally fell in herself.”

“Afterwards, she turned the tables, accusing Jiaojiao of trying to kill her. Jiaojiao’s adoptive parents, knowing that such a scandal would negatively affect them, decided to send Jiaojiao away.”

“Although they knew that Jiaojiao’s biological parents died because of Luo Meihui’s conspiracy, they didn’t want to be implicated and bear the bad name. At this time, Luo Meihui contacted me. Her request was for me to uphold the marriage agreement Uncle Luo made for her and me, saying that Luo Jiaojiao was Uncle Luo’s biological daughter, and that I should marry Luo Jiaojiao.”

Leng Mohan frankly admitted that regardless of his feelings for Luo Jiaojiao, he would marry her.

He originally planned to have a loveless marriage with her. However, the moment he saw Luo Jiaojiao, all his plans vanished. Luo Jiaojiao’s appearance perfectly matched his aesthetic standards, and since he liked her, he would naturally treat her seriously.

“No wonder Luo Meihui is so detestable; the root of it all is here,” Zhang Rong sighed. “Such a bad family atmosphere, no wonder it produced such a selfish person. I’ve always wondered how such kind people like Xiao Lan and her husband could have such a terrible daughter.”

Zhang Rong looked at Leng Mohan with a serious expression: “Mohan, did you marry her out of genuine love? She’s still a naive young girl. Facing life’s various changes, what she needs most is warmth and care. Now that you’ve gotten your marriage certificate, you should cherish her and face the future storms together. She’s a woman worth cherishing wholeheartedly.”

Zhang Rong’s eyes showed a hint of urgency: “I don’t want you to marry her just because of some debt of gratitude and treat her as an empty ornament in your home. For you, this might just be a part of life, but for her, it’s a longing for a real family. So, Mohan, I hope you can treat her sincerely and give her a real home.”

“You must treat her well. She’s your future partner, not your subordinate. I know she might not be very good at housework, but don’t worry, I’ll teach her whenever I have time. Remember, don’t have any complaints about her.” Zhang Rong’s gaze turned to Leng Mohan, her tone firm.

Leng Mohan frowned slightly and replied, “I don’t dislike her. I genuinely want to spend my life with her.”

Zhang Rong sighed, “Then why are you so strict with her? She’s still young and needs more love and patience. You’re always so cold and unapproachable. I saw you from afar just now, and your attitude really needs to change.”

Zhang Rong’s words made Leng Mohan fall into deep thought. He began to reflect on his behavior. He was only being nice to her; he wouldn’t even bother with anyone else.

Hearing this, Leng Mohan also felt a hint of helplessness and grievance.

“I didn’t intend to blame her, but I saw her always looking down, not looking ahead while walking, and when I stopped, she bumped right into my arms.”

“So what if she bumped into you? It’s not like a piece of you fell off. It seems like Jiaojiao is the one who’s more hurt,” Zhang Rong said lightly.

Leng Mohan lightly touched his forehead, showing a helpless expression. “I didn’t say I was hurt. If anyone was hurt, it was her. I was just reminding her to be more careful when walking and not always looking down.”

“If I’m with her, it’s fine, but if she goes out alone and is still so careless, she might bump into people or things. Minor injuries are one thing, but if she hurts herself, I’ll also be heartbroken. I just want her to change this careless habit.”

Hearing this, Zhang Rong suddenly realized her misunderstanding.

“This does need to be reminded. If she accidentally bumps into something, it could cause unnecessary trouble. Just try to be gentler when you remind her, okay? Don’t have that cold demeanor; even I can’t stand it.” Zhang Rong looked at Leng Mohan softly.

Leng Mohan nodded slightly, indicating his understanding: “I understand. I’ll pay attention to my words.”

He knew that Aunt Rong was concerned about him, so he didn’t refute.

Zhang Rong then looked at Luo Jiaojiao, who was standing alone, worried that she might feel lonely or uneasy, so she urged: “Let’s go over there. Don’t keep Jiaojiao waiting too long. Remember, be gentle.”

Leng Mohan nodded and then walked towards Luo Jiaojiao with Zhang Rong.

“This girl, she’s your daughter Xiao Lan’s daughter, and she’s also my daughter, Zhang Rong’s daughter. I will protect her. If you dare to bully her because she doesn’t have a family to support her, I will make you pay, understand?” Zhang Rong’s eyes flashed with a warning, looking coldly at Leng Mohan.

Hearing Aunt Rong’s words, Leng Mohan finally felt relieved.

He looked in Luo Jiaojiao’s direction, knowing that in the future, he might still need the protection of the team leader and his wife, Aunt Rong. Since Aunt Rong had already said so, he naturally no longer worried about Luo Jiaojiao’s safety.

Luo Jiaojiao, indeed, made one involuntarily feel pity.

Looking at Aunt Rong, she seemed easy-going, but to truly win her heart was no easy task. The things she cared about and the people she cared for were all carefully chosen. And Luo Jiaojiao, being so important to her, was truly the first.

Zhang Rong glanced at Luo Jiaojiao. She was wearing a cheongsam-style dress that hugged her figure, showing off her full curves. Her waist was slender, almost like a beauty from a painting.

That curve, that figure, not to mention men, even Zhang Rong herself couldn’t help but look a few more times.

She bet that Leng Mohan, that boy, seeing Luo Jiaojiao like this, wouldn’t be unmoved.