C17

Are you a mistress

The sun was high outside, and it was already late in the morning. Good morning! What the hell!

She was impatient. "If you're calling to talk to me about this, then please hang up, or I'll hang up myself."

The other side chuckled, "Nanqiao, you're my wife now, why are you still so unromantic?"

Pausing for a moment, she then lightly raised her hand. "Today seems to be the day Mom's hospitalization fee is due. I seem to have forgotten …"

Ah, this despicable man. Nanqiao took a deep breath and tried to force out some sweet words of love. Only then did he snort in satisfaction and say, "Nanqiao, I have a surprise for you. Tonight …"

As he was speaking, he raised his head and saw her mother Zhang Fenglan stumbling into the room from the doorway. Her weak body could not support itself and she almost fell to the ground.

Nanqiao immediately hung up and hurried over to help. "Mom, you're already like this, why are you still running around?"

"Mom just went to chat with the patients in the next room. She's been staying in this boring room all day and is surrounded by death and white people. I'm so scared."

Nanqiao was extremely heartbroken. He felt both heartache and guilt as he said, "It's my daughter's fault. I won't be looking for a job anymore. I'll be accompanying you everyday, okay?"

"That won't do. You're still young, and you still have a lot of chances. You should go out and try it." "Although Little Yu took good care of our family and treated me well, we still owe him too much."

Zhang Fenglan was supported by the South Bridge as she borrowed the strength of the bridge to climb onto the bed. The South Bridge helped her adjust the bed, and even carefully took out a pillow to place on her back.

Her daughter was very sensible and obedient. Zhang Fenglan felt a lot more gratified. She had always felt guilty towards the South Bridge, feeling that she did not have the ability to give her a good environment to grow up in.

At first, Zhang Fenglan was so poor that she could barely keep the pot boiling, but she still wanted to send Nanqiao out of the country to study. Fortunately, Nanqiao also worked hard.

Zhang Fenglan wished that South Bridge wouldn't be like her, where it would be like this for the rest of its life.

"People always say that studying is better than marrying. South Bridge, Mom doesn't believe these words and doesn't want you to be full of thoughts about getting a golden husband. But Mom can see that Little Yu really does care about you …"

How could Nan Qiao not understand? She patted the back of Zhang Fenglan's hand and said, "Alright, mom, don't think too much into it. I will think of a way to return the favor to Yu Cen Ran. My family owes him, I will think of a way to repay him …"

How could she tell Zhang Fenglan that last night, she had already become Yu Cen Ran's wife — legally recognized by the law?

Nanqiao was a bit tired. She leaned her head against the back of the sponge filled sofa and thought of many things.

All these years, she had met Huo Ting abroad. Even if she couldn't marry Huo Ting in the end, she had never imagined that Yu Canggran would appear here.

He was tyrannical. His words could not be resisted. Forcing others to take them away made the South Bridge feel extremely powerful. However, she could not deny what Yu Cen Ran had done for her family.

In a VIP chair in front of a French window, a man leaned lazily against his back and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled up and filled the entire room.

At this moment, the door lightly knocked, followed by an assistant's voice: "CEO, may I come in?"

"Come in." He stretched out his long finger and cut off the ashes.

The assistant came in and came over respectfully. He stood still and handed over the documents sealed in brown paper and placed them on the black rosewood table. The man glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

"CEO, according to your orders, our people took these photos near Miss Xue's residence. But we lost them last night …"

The man did not say anything as he indifferently responded. The expression on his face was no different from before, and it was hard to tell the depth of his emotions.

However, the assistant didn't understand. If his CEO wanted to make a move on Xue Yuwei, he could just do it. Why did he have to be so lenient?

Yu Cen Ran could be said to be covering the sky with one hand in A city. She had immense power and connections. With him like this, killing Xue Yuwei would be as easy as crushing an ant.

What was he worried about?

"CEO, do you want to immediately send someone to find Miss Xue?"

This time, Yu Cen Ran replied very quickly. She told her assistant not to disturb Xue Yu Wei for the time being. Her lips curled up and a cold curve appeared on her lips, making it hard for others to guess her thoughts.

"The people following us should leave. Xue Yuwei is alert and can't scare them." Pausing, she continued, "Have your subordinates keep a close watch on the South Bridge, you can't let anything happen to her."

The assistant agreed. Since there was nothing else to do, he quietly left the room.

The room returned to silence, as if one could hear a pin drop. Yu Cen Ran sat in the silence with her hands crossed under her chin. Her pretty eyes were half closed, filled with endless temptation.

On the other side, South Bridge pinched the horn and looked at Zhang Fenglan who was sleeping. She was reluctant to part with her, so she left through the door.

When they were almost to the entrance of the hospital, the bag vibrated, followed by a familiar ringing sound. Nanqiao picked it up and saw that it was the butler. "I'm about to reach the door, don't rush me!"

"Miss Nanqiao, don't come out yet. Wait for Young Master Yu in the hospital." The voices were intermittent and it was very noisy there. Nanqiao frowned, she still didn't know what had happened.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and South Bridge reflexively shielded her eyes with her hands. She could hear the footsteps of many people moving quickly in her direction, and the sound of cameras taking pictures rose and fell.

There's media? What was going on?

Nanqiao was anxious and worried. She had never experienced such a big battle, so she was at a loss of what to do. She wanted nothing more than to break out of the crowd and kill her way out.

"Go away" South Bridge tiptoed. Seeing that the butler was being pushed to the periphery by the media, he was extremely anxious, and the car was a distance away from the two of them.

"Go away, don't pat me, all of you go away!" Impatient to the extreme, Nanqiao waved her hand to chase him away, but the reporter was not Yu Cen Ran, and would not look at her face.

Seeing how bad South Bridge's attitude was, the media reporters also began to become sharp.

"Miss Nanqiao, may I ask what is your relationship with the Yu Group?"

"Do you know that he has a fiancée?"

"Is Miss Nanqiao a mistress of Director Yu's?"

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South Bridge covered his chin and was in so much pain that tears were about to fall. However, the other party refused to forgive him. "I heard that before Director Yu, Miss South Bridge had dated the Huo Family's young master, Huo Ting, and there were even rumors about him, right?"

His words caused an uproar in the media. Everyone began to point and point, and the look in his eyes when looking at the South Bridge was even more contemptuous and disdainful. However, the reporter who asked the question still stretched out his hand very long, insisting on the South Bridge to answer this question.