Chapter 166 Yousre a Pair of Adulterers (1/2)
”Why didn't you call me Mrs. Ying?” Tang Shuang's voice sounded from the doorway. Her tone contained a hint of irritation.
”Until the head of the house's recognition, we cannot simply address someone as our Young Madam. It's been a long-standing rule of the Ying family.”
”That's easy. Just watch!” Tang Shuang pushed the door open at the same time as Ying Qingcang was hanging up the phone. With a straight face, he put the photo away and then flipped open a document on his desk.
Tang Shuang sauntered towards Ying Qingcang, her smiling face bore the likeness of a pretty flower. She stopped beside Ying Qingcang. ”Ah Cang, when are we going to England to meet your father?”
”Next month,” Ying Qingcang said, closing the document. Then, he leaned backwards to put some distance between them. ”We'll be celebrating the old man's sixtieth birthday next month. Help me think of something to get him.”
”Is it really okay for me to pick the gift?” Tang Shuang asked in pleasant surprise.
”Of course it is. Right now you're Mrs. Ying.” Smirking, Ying Qingcang stood up and began walking outside. ”Come on. Join me for lunch.”
As they walked past Ah Nan, Tang Shuang smiled at Ah Nan smugly. ”Humph, did you see that? Even Ah Cang recognizes me. An assistant like you is nothing...” she thought.
Keeping his head low, Ah Nan pretended not to notice Tang Shuang's gaze. After that, he heard an ear-piercing shriek from the elevator. His face fell. ”Oh shit. Why did this madame decide to return ahead of schedule?” he thought.
”Who are you?” Monica blocked Tang Shuang's path, preventing the latter from entering the elevator.
Tang Shuang clutched Ying Qingcang's arm. ”And who are you?” she asked in return.
Monica shoved Tang Shuang away from Ying Qingcang. ”Get away from him! Who gave you permission to touch him?” After that, Monica shot Ying Qingcang a look of disbelief. ”What the hell? You're letting other women touch you? Where's Xin Qing? Does she know about this?”
Ying Qingcang frowned and deliberately prolonged his response. Tang Shuang beat him to it. ”Don't you know that he and Xin Qing are divorced? I'm his wife now!”
”Hahaha!” Monica held her stomach as she laughed. ”This joke isn't the slightest bit funny.” Just then, she saw Ah Nan standing behind them with his head lowered. In a few strides, Monica went over to Ah Nan and dragged him over. ”Ah Nan, what's the deal with this shameless woman. Tell me!”
Ah Nan swallowed and braced himself. ”The young master has indeed remarried,” Ah Nan said
”What did you just say?” A crack formed in Monica's smile. She stared at Ah Nan like a mad woman. In the next split second, Ah Nan placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her shout. Then he dragged her inside. ”Calm down first. I'll slowly explain everything. I promise! I'll tell you everything!”
Ying Qingcang had picked a random place for lunch. Throughout lunch, Tang Shuang was distracted and ate only a few mouthfuls. ”Who's that woman?” she asked.
”You mean Monica?” Ying Qingcang said, wiping his hands.
”Oh, so her name is Monica!” Tang Shuang paused in thought. ”She's British?”
Ying Qingcang nodded. ”Yes. And she's my cousin.”
”Ah. No wonder you were so tolerant of her. You even allowed her to yell at us,” Tang Shuang said gloomily. Monica had outright chewed her head off just now.
The waiting staff served up a plate of shrimps. When Ying Qingcang saw the red, plump shrimps, he once again thought of Xin Qing, who enjoyed eating shrimps. Then again, she would not eat them if he was not there to peel them for her. Now that she was alone in France, she would most probably stay away from shrimps. Ying Qingcang felt a sting in a heart all of a sudden.
Tang Shuang noticed Ying Qingcang's continuous stare at the plate of shrimps. ”Is there something wrong with the shrimp?” she asked curiously.
Reaching out with his chopsticks, Ying Qingcang picked up a shrimp and placed it on her plate. ”It looks good. Try it.”
”Thank you!” Tang Shuang flashed a sweet smile at him. She finished the shrimp and then took a sip of water. ”Is Monica friendly? I want to befriend her.”
The corner of Ying Qingcang's twitched as if trying to hold back a smile. ”Well, that might be difficult. She likes Xin Qing a lot...”
”Oh,” Tang Shuang said, pouting.
”You don't have to feel bad about it. Her opinion changes nothing. You don't have to pay her any mind.” By now, Ying Qingcang had known a bit about Tang Shuang's personality; this woman was abnormally possessive, and that applied to both human relationships as well as material possessions. The more unattainable something was, the more she craved it.
The words he had used just now would no doubt bring Tang Shuang great dissatisfaction. She would definitely try to befriend Monica after hearing that comment. She would end up constantly butting heads with Monica. He figured it would not be a bad idea to let Monica teach her a lesson, since he was not able to do it himself.
Meanwhile, Monica was giving Ah Nan a piece of her mind as she held the poor man by his ear. ”Say that again. Believe it or not, I'll pull your ear off your head!”
”Nothing will change even if I repeat it ten times,” said Ah Nan. ”Or, you could just give young miss a call. You can hear it from her instead,” Ah Nan suggested helplessly.
Monica kicked him aside. ”Bullshit. If I really do that, won't I just be stabbing a knife straight through Xin Qing's heart?” Monica spun herself around in circles. ”No. This won't do. I must go to France!”
That was how Xin Qing ended up being tackled by a human-shaped figure the moment she answered the door that night.
”Xin Qing! Are you okay? Oh, Xin Qing! I'm so sorry I couldn't come here earlier. Wuwuwu...”
Xin Qing jumped in surprise. ”Mo... Monica?” Xin Qing said when she finally recognized the person hugging her. She quickly pulled Monica indoors. ”You've returned from East Europe?”
Monica plopped herself down on the couch. ”I know everything,” she said furiously. ”Don't worry. I won't let those adulterers have a single day of peace!”