Chapter 783 - : What Trouble Did You Land Yourself In Again? (2/2)

Madam Zhou, Mr, Zhou and Old Master Zhou noticed the situation over. The three of them got up one after another and were about to rush towards her…

Leng Zhiyuan did not want to implicate them. She wanted to walk away from everything. Anyway, she did not belong here.

Just as she was about to act on it, she suddenly heard a low, familiar voice, “Mrs. Zhou, what trouble did you land yourself in again?”

Leng Zhiyuan looked up and saw the crowd parting, and a tall figure walked over slowly.

“Major General Zhou…”

It was Zhou Yao.

Today, he was wearing a white shirt under a tailored black suit, and slim black suit pants wrapped his two long legs. He rarely dressed so formally which made him seem extraordinarily dashing.

With everyone watching, he slowly came up to her. She was the tallest among all the women, 1.7 meters tall, but she seemed so petite in front of him, and she needed to look up at him.

“Mrs. Zhou, I merely left for a few days, and you have caused trouble for me again? What are you doing now? Acting like a clown for others to see? See how I will deal with you when we get back!”

Just then, an underling brought over a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes. The 1.9 meter tall man squatted slowly in front of her and nimbly untied the laces of her sneakers. “Lift your feet.”

His tone was impatient, but his actions were so loving.

Leng Zhiyuan lifted her feet obediently.

He took the sneakers off her feet, put them in the crystal heels, stood up, and extended his right hand to her like a gentleman. “Mrs. Zhou, may I have this dance?”

Leng Zhiyuan was stunned for a few seconds, then put her little hand in his palm. When she glided onto the dance floor with him, she saw Madam Zhou walk over to personally pick her white sneakers up and hand them to the underling. “Please excuse us, my daughter-in-law doesn’t like wearing high heels.”

“Ha Ha, if Zhiyuan doesn’t like it, so be it. Who stipulated that she must wear high heels? Old Master Ni, am I right?”

Mr. Zhou stepped forward and gave the waiter a stern look. The waiter looked towards the group of girls guiltily. The girls all hung their heads in fear.

This farce ended like this, and the rumor that Leng Zhiyuan was spoiled by the Zhou family spread just like that.

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Leng Zhiyuan’s heart had become extremely soft. Although this fake marriage was not what she wanted, the Zhou family had given her a lot of affection and warmth ever since she married into the family all the way from Hong Kong.

A low chuckle sounded from above her head. “What are you thinking? You’ve stepped on my foot for the third time.”

Leng Zhiyuan looked up and directly met Zhou Yao’s deep, black eyes. He looked at her with a smile that had a little bit of tenderness and also a little teasing.

There was a thorn in her heart, so she turned her head away with a cold, “Humph.”

“Still angry with me?” he asked laughingly.

She pursed her red lips and said nothing.

“That day, you already punished me by injuring me on top of my existing injuries. Today, I rushed back to rescue you. Is that still not enough, eh?” He deliberately lowered his voice, and the mellow voice poured over her eardrums, generating an inexplicable electric current.

She shrank backwards.

“Stop going backwards. Retreat some more, and we will soon end up dancing at home.”

He clasped her cold little hand firmly into his palm, and in an instant, his warm body temperature was transferred to her skin.