Chapter 427: The Room

Name:Hades, the Urban Legend Author:
Chapter 427: Chapter 427: The Room

Standing at the doorway, the expressions on Guo Xuehua and the other two's faces varied. Wang Ma looked very shocked; it was obviously beyond her imagination that her model son-in-law, Yang Chen, could have an affair. This was simply unfathomable to her.

Zhenxiu, after all, was just a nineteen-year-old girl. Words like marriage, betrayal, and lover were still very foreign to her. What she saw and heard in front of her was like a scene from a TV drama suddenly playing out in real life. She instinctively covered her small mouth to stop herself from exclaiming in surprise.

Guo Xuehua's face changed several times. In the end, she looked complicatedly at Rose, who didn't dare to look up at her, and then at Yang Chen, who appeared calm and composed. A slight smile appeared on her face, "Is that so? This is not a 'pleasant surprise,' this is a 'shock.'"

Rose, trembling slightly in Yang Chen's arms, could not have imagined that the elder who was laughing and chatting with her just moments ago would suddenly become someone she couldn't even look at. Her mind was in chaos; she had imagined meeting Yang Chen's family many times, but she never thought it would be under such awkward circumstances and without any preparation.

But Rose's heart was warm without any disappointment because Yang Chen had acknowledged her in front of his family. What could be more fulfilling than having her affection wholeheartedly accepted by her lover?

As for whether Guo Xuehua and the others would accept her and how they viewed her, it seemed not so important.

Yang Chen smiled nonchalantly, "I was almost scared myself, but I don't like lying, and I hate lying to my family even more. Rose and I had feelings for each other before I met Ruoxi. I don't want to be a coward, so I could only brace myself and face it."

"Son-in-law, what about Miss? How will you handle it?" Wang Ma, thinking first of her beloved Lin Ruoxi, even though knowing Rose was Lin Ruoxi's rival, didn't hate Rose. The soft-hearted Wang Ma was just worried about the harmony at home.

Yang Chen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he patted Rose's soft and bouncy shoulder gently and said softly, "Rose, darling, you should go home first. I'll handle some things and then come to see you."

"Old..." Rose was about to call out, but realizing the situation was not right, she blushed and changed her words, "Yang Chen, don't let this ruin the peace because of me."

"Do I need you to teach me?" Yang Chen unceremoniously patted the woman on her shoulder again.

Rose, in a panic, escaped his grasp. Being spanked in front of Guo Xuehua and others made her feel both ashamed and oddly excited. It was like being a middle school student caught in an early romance by parents but still showing affection in front of them. The psychological stimulation activated her whole body.

Turning around, Rose almost closed her eyes and bowed to Guo Xuehua as a farewell before quickly running towards her courtyard. When she reached the iron fence, she initially wanted to leap over it as she did when she came over this morning to save Guo Xuehua. However, Rose hesitated, thinking it might be unladylike. Considering Guo Xuehua and the others' opinions, she blushed again and weakly turned around to leave through the main gate.

Guo Xuehua saw the scene clearly, and a bitter, helpless, and wistful smile appeared on her lips, "What a silly child."

"If she weren't silly, how could she fall for a terrible man like me?" Yang Chen sighed.

"Does Ruoxi know?" Guo Xuehua asked directly.

Yang Chen nodded, "There was a time when Rose and I went shopping and ran into her, but we didn't speak."

Unexpectedly, just as he asked the question, a clear, cold voice came from the doorway, "I think you should sleep on the downstairs sofa."

Yang Chen was at a loss for words and saw Lin Ruoxi, who had just returned from the bank, walk in.

"So early. It seems you got everything done," Yang Chen said, leaning on the second-floor railing, smiling.

Lin Ruoxi didn't respond but instead looked around nostalgically at the furniture and paintings. When she saw a large framed portrait above the fireplace, her eyes reddened slightly. She walked slowly to the portrait and murmured, "Grandma, I'm back."

Seeing Lin Ruoxi's expression, everyone felt a bit sad. Finally, Wang Ma wiped her eyes and approached with a smile, "Miss, after so many years, you're finally back here. Go upstairs and take a look at your room."

"The old room?" Lin Ruoxi asked.

"No," Wang Ma said lovingly, her eyes filled with affection, "Miss, you're no longer the 'little miss.' The old room is too small and can't hold your things, so we've given it to Zhenxiu. You're now in your mother's old room."

"Mother?" Lin Ruoxi was stunned for a moment. In her memory, her mother was a woman who always wore a faint smile but rarely spoke, leaving her with only a vague impression.

She was like a lazy sunflower in the sunlight or a solitary plum blossom in winter. But undeniably, Lin Ruoxi inherited much of her beauty and demeanor from the woman whose memory was so faint.

Lin Ruoxi had always felt somewhat distant from her mother, Xue Zijing, and rarely dared to enter her room as a child. She always felt that her mother didn't particularly like her, making the room a mysterious place she avoided. She never imagined that she would now be living in that very room after moving back home.

Nodding slightly, Lin Ruoxi carried her bag gracefully up to the second floor. The wooden stairs creaked under her weight, and the sandalwood handrail exuded a faint, soothing fragrance that calmed her nerves considerably.

Upon reaching the second floor, she found Yang Chen standing in front of her. Lin Ruoxi took out the black Hades ring from her bag and handed it to Yang Chen, "Here, take it back."

"This thing is so useful, you don't want to keep it?" Yang Chen said with a smile, sure that Lin Ruoxi must have understood some of the ring's functions.

Lin Ruoxi shook her head, "It's not mine, I won't keep it."

"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine," Yang Chen shrugged with a smile but took the ring back anyway.

Ignoring Yang Chen's playful attitude, Lin Ruoxi, who had a lot of questions on her mind, suddenly found herself reluctant to ask him anything upon seeing him. She thought it might be better to wait for him to bring it up himself. With this thought, she walked towards the room her mother used to sleep in, a place deeply embedded in her memory.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Ruoxi pushed open the heavy door that had always been so mysterious and intimidating in her childhood, the door to her mother's room.