Chapter 898 - Would Not End Well (1/2)
Chapter 898: Would Not End Well
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Just thinking of the conflict that had happened at the studio yesterday—when Jing Xi had fired three shots at her—her heart would tremble in terror.
Although there were no bullets in the gun, it showed that the woman really dared to shoot her and she really wanted her life.
Mo Yutian clasped his hands behind him, his body half hidden in the shadows. He was very annoyed by her crying noise. “Stop crying! What did I tell you? Didn’t I tell you not to provoke Jing Xi? Did my words fall on deaf ears?”
Though Lan Ling-Er was used to being proud from being spoiled by her brother, she was still afraid of Mo Yutian. “She is the one who provoked me first, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered with her!”
“Is she that kind of woman? I really don’t understand. Why do you always clash with her?”
This was what troubled Mo Yutian the most.
If only Lan Ling-Er could be more obedient and not trouble Jing Xi, he wouldn’t be this stressed out.
“It was because of you, Brother! Because she wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h you away from me!”
Instead of acknowledging her own mistakes, Lan Ling-Er was still putting all the blame on Jing Xi.
“She didn’t want to s.n.a.t.c.h anything. It has always been I who liked her.”
Mo Yutian wanted her to understand the root of the problem.
“No! Brother, you can only be mine! Ling-Er doesn’t want any woman to come between us. You’ve promised Ling-Er, Brother. You promised that you will treat Ling-Er well ’til the end of your life.”
“Yes, I’ve said that I would treat you well forever. But from now on, you don’t have to go for your shoot anymore. Pack your things, I’m getting my men to take you back to Estan!”
Mo Yutian shook her hand off, shoving her away.
The best way to treat her well was to let her stay in a safe place. If she were to continue to stay in Zstan and provoke Jing Xi, she would most likely end up facing an unimaginable consequence.
“No! I don’t want to go back to Estan! Brother, please don’t send me away!”
Seeing that he was leaving, Lan Ling-Er grabbed onto Mo Yutian’s leg again.