Tyrant Son-in-law

"I don't want it. I want to rely on you." Huo Mengmeng wanted to hug Hu Yiming again, but Hu Yiming dodged her.    

"In the future, you will eventually get married and meet the person you are destined to meet. Mengmeng, I sincerely hope that you can be happy and stop spending all your time and energy on me."    

Hu Yiming could feel some of Huo Mengmeng's thoughts.    

"Older Brother Yiming, don't say that."    

Huo Mengmeng's tears fell like golden beans.    

Hu Yiming pinched his fingers and told himself not to be soft-hearted anymore: "I love Yihan. Unless I die, I will never change. I know how you feel towards me, but I only have feelings for you as your brother and sister can't be together forever."    

"It would be a nuisance to me if you kept doing this."    

"Mengmeng, thank you for helping me like before. I'm not worth it for you to pay any more."    

Hu Yiming wanted to say this to Huo Mengmeng a long time ago, but every time they started, Huo Mengmeng's eyes would turn red and the rest of her words wouldn't come out.    

This time, Hu Yiming finally made up his mind to say these words.    

Huo Mengmeng didn't know how long she had been crying. She felt her legs were numb and her tears were almost dry. Hu Yiming just stayed with her without persuading or comforting her.    

Finally, Huo Mengmeng had enough crying. She looked at Hu Yiming with swollen eyes and said hoarsely, "If it wasn't for Yue Yihan, would you say these things to me? Or perhaps you would like me?"    

"I will still say those words to you, and I will not like you. To me, you have always been my sister."    

Huo Mengmeng laughed bitterly, "I know Older Brother Yiming."    

With that, she turned around and staggered out. She coincidentally met Yue Yihan, who just came back from work. Huo Mengmeng looked at her with a bit of jealousy. Why did she get all of Older Brother Yiming's love?    

"Are you all right?" Yue Yihan asked.    

Huo Mengmeng ignored her and walked away.    

"Wife, you're back?" Hu Yiming said.    

Yue Yihan nodded and changed her shoes. "What happened to your cousin?"    

"Didn't I want to go to the provincial capital? She can't accept this."    

"What's there to not accept? It's not like we can't meet face to face."    

"That's right, I also advised her like that. However, she truly relied too much on me, so she cried so fiercely."    

"You siblings really have a good relationship."    

"Actually, I'm not related by blood to her." Hu Yiming said carefully.    

Yue Yihan's expression changed slightly before regaining her calm. "I've already guessed it."    

"Wife, I didn't lie to you on purpose. She and I grew up together, so our relationship is a bit deep, but I really treat her as my little sister!"    

"Yes, I know. Have you cooked yet? I'm a bit hungry now."    

"Wife, aren't you angry?"    

Yue Yihan retorted, "Why should I be angry?"    

Hu Yiming saw that Yue Yihan didn't seem to be angry at all. He felt relieved, but at the same time, he felt a little disappointed.    

When Huo Mengmeng returned to the bar, she ran into Zhuh Yang.    

"Oh wow, crying like this, you suffered at Hu Yiming's place?"    

Huo Mengmeng glared at her. "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute."    

"You look really pitiful." Zhuh Yang shook her head.    

"We're both people that can't get Older Brother Yiming. I'm pitiful, but how can you be better than me?"    

"Of course I'm forcing you. At least I won't cry." As she said that, Zhuh Yang's hand firmly wrapped around Yue Yihan's neck, leading her from the entrance of the bar to the bar counter.    

"Why did you let go of me?" Huo Mengmeng struggled with all her might, but Zhuh Yang's strength was too great. Her small strength was nothing in front of Zhuh Yang.    

Seeing that, Butler Mu hurriedly stepped forward in an attempt to save Huo Mengmeng.    

"Housekeeper Mu, do you believe that if you take another step forward, I'll kill her?" Zhuh Yang's other hand gently caressed Huo Mengmeng's cheek.    

Butler Mu immediately stopped what he was doing. Zhuh Yang was famous for her insanity, for being able to do anything.    

Walking to the bar, Zhuh Yang let go of Huo Mengmeng.    

Huo Mengmeng's first reaction was to run, but Zhuh Yang immediately grabbed her wrist and pressed her down on the bar.    

"Let go of me for what?" Huo Mengmeng roared.    

Many people in the bar were still thinking of being a hero to save the beauty, but when they saw Zhuh Yang's ice-cold expression, they all became terrified.    

"Ten glasses of scarlet Mary." Zhuh Yang said to the bartender.    

"Ten cups?" The Bartender was surprised. This wine tasted good, but it had a strong aftertaste. Normally, it would be poured in two cups. People like Zhuh Yang, who could drink three cups, were considered unusual in the Bartender's eyes.    

As for the boss who was lying on the bar counter, even if the bartender wanted to save him, he was helpless to do so. After all, Zhuh Yang's identity wasn't a simple matter at all.    

Very soon, ten cups of scarlet Mary were ready.    

"Have a drink." Zhuh Yang picked up a glass of wine and gulped it down in front of Huo Mengmeng.    

Huo Mengmeng shut her mouth tightly and refused to drink. She looked at Zhuh Yang as if she had seen an ugly man. She wanted nothing more than to kill her.    

When had she ever suffered such grievances?    

Zhuh Yang saw that Huo Mengmeng didn't appreciate his kindness so she sneered and punched Huo Mengmeng in the stomach. Huo Mengmeng opened her mouth in pain and poured the glass of wine into Huo Mengmeng's mouth.    

Because it was too sudden, some of the alcohol went into Huo Mengmeng's trachea, causing her to cough violently but her consciousness also started to float.    

The alcohol in the scarlet Mary's mouth was well-deserved of her reputation. Seeing that Huo Mengmeng had walked over slowly, Zhuh Yang poured another cup of wine into her mouth.    

This time, Huo Mengmeng was completely drunk. She didn't even need Zhuh Yang to fill her cup with wine. She just grabbed the wine cup and started to laugh and cry as she drank.    

"Why doesn't Older Brother Yiming like me? Zhuh Yang, why did you treat me like that?" Huo Mengmeng said drunkenly. As a result, her heart was filled with an unconcealable loneliness.    

Zhuh Yang fiddled with the wine cup in her hand with a nonchalant expression. There were many things she wanted to know as well.    

The next day, Huo Mengmeng woke up in her room. Her whole body was in pain as if it was crushed by a truck. Her consciousness slowly returned to the cage as she thought about how she cried while hugging Zhuh Yang yesterday.    

For a moment, the atmosphere was incomparably tense. Zhuh Yang was definitely making fun of her on purpose.    

However, she had gotten drunk once, and perhaps it was because of her crying, but Huo Mengmeng's mood was not as flustered as yesterday.    

On the other side, after Hu Yiming finished his discussion with Wu Tiehzhu, he just came out of Fleeting Group and saw Zhuh Yang driving a red sports car.    

Many girls were secretly taking photos of Zhuh Yang on the roadside. Zhuh Yang acted as if she didn't feel anything. With half her body leaning on the sports car, she walked towards Hu Yiming the moment she saw him come out.    

Today, she was wearing a low-cut halter top, sunglasses on her face, and Martin boots. Her hair was tied up casually and she exuded an indescribable valiance.