To You Who I Yearn For - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Husband’s True Identity, Part IX

Tao Yaoyao replied to Xiao Wang’s Weibo. She typed one word at a time: “Pfft, hmph, my idol would never get together with a nasty guy like you!”

Feng Zhuo: “…”

When Tao Yaoyao had said that Li Qingge had posted on Weibo, Feng Zhuo had glanced at her, and his eyes seemed to become a little sullen.

When Tao Yaoyao complained about Xiao Wang, Feng Zhuo frowned.

When Tao Yaoyao replied to Xiao Wang’s Weibo post and read it out word by word, Feng Zhuo’s dark eyes stared straight ahead. He had assumed a slightly chilly aura. He wanted to throw the woman sitting next to him out of the car.

So stupid…

When Tao Yaoyao was about to continue complaining, her phone suddenly rang.

Tao Yaoyao picked it up and saw that it was her cousin Yan Nuonuo calling.

She glanced at Feng Zhuo. Today she’d visited the Tao family home and now her cousin was calling. Needless to say, it must be about Feng Zhuo.

As soon as the call was connected, Yan Nuonuo’s stern voice could be heard, “Miss Tao Yaoyao, don’t you have something to explain to me?”

Tao Yaoyao laughed. “Explain what? Explain why I’ve grown up to become so beautiful, like a lotus flower in water?”

Yan Nuonuo was exasperated. “Narcissism is a disease that must be cured. I will make an appointment with a doctor for you tomorrow.”

Tao Yaoyao wasn’t serious, and she cheekily shouted, “Goodness, no, I don’t want to see a doctor. Goodness, please let me be a little more ordinary, or at least don’t let my cousin drag me to the hospital out of envy, jealousy, and hate.”

Yan Nuonuo said, “Tao Yaoyao, don’t think you’ll hit the jackpot just by blabbering nonsense. Did you know that when you talk to people when you have a guilty conscience, you have a habit of lengthening the last syllable? For every sentence you’ve spoken just now, the ending syllable of the last word was longer than usual by at least five syllables, so that means you have a particularly guilty conscience. Why are you feeling so guilty?”

Listening to her cousin, Tao Yaoyao glanced at Feng Zhuo, who was sitting right next to her.

Feng Zhuo said nothing.

Tao Yaoyao looked at Feng Zhuo and said to her cousin, “I have a guilty conscience? Why would I have a guilty conscience? I’m full of myself now. I’m thinking how can I make myself less beautiful, less charming, and less irresistible so my cousin won’t be so resentful toward me.”

“Ugh!” Yan Nuonuo gave up.

She had to admit that in this world, the only person who could make her fall silent while fuming with rage was Tao Yaoyao, since Tao Yaoyao was very good at babbling nonsense.

No matter how angry, how angry, how enraged, and how worried she was at the time, she would eventually feel powerless against her nonsensical blabbering.

Then she’d calm down.

“Tao Yaoyao, if you keep evading the subject about him, believe it or not, I will rush over and beat you up.”

When Yan Nuonuo said this, Feng Zhuo freed a hand from the steering wheel to take the phone and talk to Yan Nuonuo.

Tao Yaoyao moved the phone away from him and said to Yan Nuonuo, “Cousin, violence isn’t morally right. Truthfully, you’re so smart, so it’s impossible for you not to understand this.”

She looked at Feng Zhuo sheepishly, folded her hands together, and made a begging gesture.

It meant, don’t answer the phone, don’t answer it.

With her understanding of Yan Nuonuo, if Feng Zhuo answered the phone, Yan Nuonuo would definitely ask about all of Feng Zhuo’s ancestors, how old he was, how many girlfriends he’d had, how old he was when he had his first wet dream, how old he was when he lost his virginity, and dig through his entire history.

So she refused to let them speak out of terror!