Chapter 428: Chapter 428 Red Rose and White Rose_1
Yan Yue couldn’t express what she was feeling at the moment.
She was just very angry, very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she wanted to destroy everything!
“Miss Yan, Miss Yan?”
Her aunt Li’s voice brought her thoughts back. Yan Yue angrily turned around and left briskly. She hadn’t even been there for a few minutes before she left in a huff.
Aunt Li was relieved, and she genuinely hoped Yan Yue would accept her defeat graciously.
Jian Yufei and the others didn’t know that Yan Yue had come over. Aunt Li didn’t mention it either. She didn’t want to tell Jian Yufei, didn’t want to add to her burdens.
In the afternoon, Ruan Tianling came home and didn’t find Jian Yufei in the living room.
He called Aunt Li and asked her, “Where is she?”
Aunt Li naturally knew that he was asking about Jian Yufei.
“Young Master, Miss Jian is resting upstairs.”
Jian Yufei frowned in annoyance. Wasn’t this man irritating? If he wanted to know, couldn’t he just read it himself?
It seemed Ruan Tianling could see through her thoughts. He chuckled and said, “I don’t have time to read it. Just give me a brief introduction.”
Like she would introduce it to him!
Just as Jian Yufei was about to refuse, something crossed her mind, her eyes flickering with a spark.
She turned to the page she had marked and casually said, “This book contains several novels. I’ll just pick the most classic one to tell you.”
“Alright.” Ruan Tianling agreed instantly.
He didn’t care about the content of the novel at all. He just wanted to force her to talk to him.
“The most classic novel in here is ‘Red Rose and White Rose.’ The essence of this novel could be summarized with one of the author’s quotes.”
“Oh, what is it? Tell me about it.”
Ruan Tianling laid flat on the bed, hands cushioned behind his head, waiting comfortably for her to read the book to him.
Jian Yufei sat up and placed the book on her bent knees.
She stared at a paragraph on the page and began to recite in a low voice, “Perhaps every man has had two such women, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time the red turns into a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white is still ‘the moonlight in front of the window.’ Marry a white rose, the white then becomes a sticky glob of rice on one’s clothing, while the red becomes a cinnabar mole in the center of one’s heart.”