Beware the Appearing Cute Wife!
Chapter 170 - 174, Cry if you want to, I won’t laugh at you.

Chapter 170: 174, Cry if you want to, I won’t laugh at you.

This time, it was Chu Mushan who was taken aback, her face as if she had seen a ghost.

"Brother, what did you say, future sister-in-law? Her?"

Chu Mushan widened her eyes, pointing incredulously at An Xiaoyu.

"Are you kidding me?"

Chu Mucheng stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on An Xiaoyu.

"I’m not joking! This time, I am more serious than ever!"

But An Xiaoyu took a step back, avoiding Chu Mucheng’s gaze, and turned to look at Chu Yihong, saying, "Uncle Chu, I have already made it clear to my mother, there’s absolutely no possibility between me and Chu Mucheng. I will not marry him!"

Chu Yihong took a deep breath.

Now, his son’s attitude was very firm: he would not marry anyone but An Xiaoyu.

And An Xiaoyu’s attitude... was also very firm: She would absolutely not marry Chu Mucheng!

At this point, his mind was also in chaos.

An Xiaoyu had already spoken her mind so clearly, what more could he say?

Could he really force An Xiaoyu to marry Chu Mucheng? Both emotionally and rationally... it was inappropriate.

"Xiaoyu, it’s already very late. You should all calm down for a bit! As for the matter of getting married or not, we can talk about it another day!"

For him, not to obstruct was already the biggest concession.

And for Chu Mucheng... this was exactly the outcome he wanted!

"I don’t agree!"

At this moment, Chu Mushan screamed and rushed in front of Chu Mucheng.

"This is absolutely absurd! Brother, have you gone mad? You could have any woman you want, and yet you would marry this one! What kind of love potion has she given you to muddle your mind so? Don’t you know, she looks pure on the outside, but she’s actually a sly temptress, seducing wealthy men everywhere. Maybe she’s already slept with someone else! She doesn’t even look up to you, why are you still so blindly persistent..."

"Slap..."

The crisp sound of a slap brought instant silence to the living room, and even Chu Yihong and Su Linxue were stunned.

This time, Chu Mucheng was truly angry, and he actually slapped Chu Mushan!

Since they were children, Chu Mucheng had never treated An Xiaoyu well, but when it came to Chu Mushan... he doted on her immensely. Whatever Chu Mushan wanted, he would go out of his way to satisfy. Even her birthdays... Chu Mucheng would plan meticulously.

This sister, after all, was the only blood relative left by his mother, thus... Chu Mucheng cherished her greatly.

By comparison, An Xiaoyu’s childhood in the Chu Family was even more desolate.

Although An Xiaoyu’s birthday was not far from that of Chu Mushan, it seemed... everyone simply overlooked it. Over time, it had become habit.

And now, Chu Mucheng had actually slapped Chu Mushan for An Xiaoyu... how could this not be utterly shocking?

Chu Mushan’s eyes reddened instantly, she covered her cheek, glaring at Chu Mucheng with teary eyes.

"Brother, you actually hit me... You hit me for that woman!"

Chu Mucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, frowning deeply.

"I hate you!"

As she spoke, Chu Mushan turned and rushed out the door. Then, the sound of a car starting could be heard.

Chu Yihong snapped to his senses as if waking from a dream, and said sharply, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and chase after her!"

Chu Mushan, who had never been wronged from childhood, was now slapped by the brother who loved her the most. How could she endure it?

Crying, she drove off. What if something happened to her...

Chu Yihong rushed out first. Chu Mucheng quickly followed.

Su Linxue looked at An Xiaoyu and shook her head with a sigh.

An Xiaoyu stood in the living room, her lips tightening.

See, every time she appears at the Chu Family, the place descends into chaos!

Chu Mucheng still wants to marry her! It’s utterly ridiculous!

Every visit here left her battered and utterly exhausted!

Stepping outside the Chu Family’s door, An Xiaoyu felt a chill, her body growing a bit cold.

She wrapped her arms around herself, gazing up at the starry night sky, a bitter expression forming on her face.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped her as someone draped a coat over her shoulders and pulled her close.

"If you want to cry, just cry. I won’t laugh at you!"