After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 477 - 328: _2

"Miss, son-in-law. Young Master Cheng, Miss Qiao, you’ve arrived. The old man and Young Master Tingzhou are playing chess in the study, and Young Master Tingzhou’s girlfriend as well as Young Master Yun Ye have also come."

Sitting in the living room, Tang Xi heard the joyful voice of the servant.

Her eyes trembled slowly.

If her guess was correct, Young Master Cheng, Miss Qiao were...

Cheng Yunlang and Qiao Jing.

It had been four years; they should have gotten married by now.

Tang Xi’s fingers tensed up for a moment, then she gradually clenched them again, telling herself in her heart as she once again returned to this place, that it was okay, there was nothing to worry about, just relax, she had to face whoever she was meant to encounter.

There had been no relationship before, and there would be no entanglement in the future.

She sat upright on the sofa, while on one side, Fu Yunye was sitting in a wheelchair, his face expressionless, his whole demeanor relaxed, like a tranquil pool of water, showing no interest in the newcomers. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

But Fu Jingrong, upon hearing of Fu Yunye’s arrival, was stunned for a moment, then her voice trembled with surprise, "Oh, Yun Ye has also returned? Tingzhou even brought his companion? Today really is a good da—"

She did not finish saying "good day."

Fu Jingrong, in her high-heeled shoes, walked into the living room to find Fu Yunye’s surprised expression still frozen on his face, causing her to pause. It was because she saw the slender and soft silhouette of the woman sitting on the sofa, her elegantly clear and fair face adorned with only light makeup, wearing a white blouse and black jeans, her hair draped over her shoulders.

There was a serene and tranquil air about her.

Fu Jingrong’s expression changed, as if she’d seen a ghost.

It was Qiao Jing who, unable to contain her emotions, let out a shriek first.

She gritted her teeth, her entire demeanor suddenly losing the grace of a wealthy young lady, "Tang Xi?? Are you Tang Xi?? You’re not dead?"

Cheng Yunlang’s gaze lingered foolishly on Tang Xi.

From the moment he entered the living room, his eyes had not left Tang Xi.

Could it really be her?

Tang Xi turned her head slowly, her gaze colliding with his, followed by Qiao Jing’s even more shrill cry, "Are you a ghost? Even if you’ve turned into a wandering spirit, you’ve come here! Yun Lang and I are already married, Tang Xi!! Just give up on your dreams!"

Qiao Jing was extremely emotional.

Her usual demeanor of a refined young lady was torn apart; she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, all her fur standing on end. She tightly clung to Cheng Yunlang’s hand, but she could feel his body stiffen, then slowly begin to withdraw his arm.

Qiao Jing became even more frenzied, gripping tightly.

"Security!! Security!! Where’s security!! Quickly kick this person out!!"

Fu Jingrong looked at Tang Xi and also knew she hadn’t died.

It was not a matter of any ghostly rumors, her face looking quite unsightly, for this woman who had "died" for four years had suddenly returned... Four years ago, because of this woman, the Fu Family was in turmoil, and she knew well the state Tingzhou had been reduced to because of this woman.

And her own son was enchanted by this woman.

Only after this woman "died" did Cheng Yunlang calm down and agree to marry Qiao Jing as arranged by the Qiao Family.

Fu Jingrong frowned, looking at Qiao Jing, "Jingjing!"

She called out her name, hoping to bring her back to her senses.

This was the Fu Mansion’s living room; what kind of decorum was this, shouting like that?

Like a madwoman, how unseemly!

Compared to the others’ frenzied emotions, the most composed was Cheng Yisheng. He looked at Tang Xi with a peaceful gaze that contained a hint of curiosity, as he actually had a favorable impression of Tang Xi. He thought she was a very clever woman.

The fact that she had now ’returned from the dead’ was quite interesting.

He patted Fu Jingrong’s shoulder, "Jingrong, today is a family gathering."

Fu Jingrong nodded, her emotions stabilizing. After all, she was someone who had experienced major events and seen the world.

Tang Xi had arrived, so the old man must have already seen her. Fu Jingrong reminded Qiao Jing a few words, and Qiao Jing looked at Tang Xi with red eyes full of resentment, but she stopped making a scene.

Fu Jingrong made an effort to ignore Tang Xi and walked over to Fu Yunye. Looking at Fu Yunye sitting in a wheelchair, her voice hoarse, "Yun Ye, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you."

Fu Yunye maintained basic politeness, but there was not much warmth in his voice.

"Aunt, indeed it’s been a long while."

"It’s good that you’ve returned. From now on, stay in North City. Your grandfather misses you."

Fu Yunye pondered for a few seconds, "I am indeed planning to stay for a while. I’ll visit you in a few days, Aunt."

Hearing what Fu Yunye said, Fu Jingrong showed a delighted expression, "That’s good, that’s very good."

Cheng Yisheng looked at Fu Yunye; their gazes met briefly, and Cheng Yisheng instinctively smiled, "Today truly is a day for reunion. Everyone’s here."

"A reunion?" There was a hint of coldness in Fu Yunye’s eyes.

At that moment, Fu Jingrong noticed the coldness in Fu Yunye’s eyes and suddenly thought of something, her expression changing as she pulled Cheng Yisheng’s sleeve, signaling him not to speak recklessly.

The two exchanged looks, and Fu Yunye noticed it all.

The corners of his lips carried a faint mocking smile.

Qiao Jing stared intently at Tang Xi, "Whether you are human or ghost, I won’t let you get close to Yun Lang!?"

Tang Xi raised a hand to rub her temples, finding this all too absurd.

This Qiao Jing, couldn’t she be a bit more normal?

Why did she assume that Tang Xi’s return was for Cheng Yunlang? Tang Xi really wanted to tell Qiao Jing that she truly had no interest in Cheng Yunlang; they were just colleagues, just friends. Now, after four years, they weren’t even colleagues, friends also... acquaintances as thin as water.

Cheng Yunlang was extremely emotional. He wanted to approach Tang Xi; he had so much to say. But he knew, now was not the time.

All those words had to be swallowed down.

However, knowing Tang Xi was still alive was the best news he had heard.

Qiao Jing clutched his arm tightly, nervously staring at Tang Xi, as if terrified of any exchange between the two, even a glance. At any such sign, Qiao Jing seemed ready to explode.