Chapter 535: Mrs. Huo, Stop Messing Around
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
After saying that, Old Madam Ye took a deep breath and smiled. “Ninth Master, this granddaughter of mine has always been like this. She has to compete with Anyao in every way… She just can’t bear to see others do well. Please don’t mind her, Ninth master.’
Huo Xiting smiled.
Yang Wei also smiled. “Beisheng, 1 know that you don’t like Anyao, but Anyao is your sister after all. How can you… 1 can’t…”
Old Madam Ye nodded. “Beisheng is a little too much. You don’t have to mock Anyao now if you’re jealous of her. Anyao still misses her sister and found her a good marriage.”
“Young Master Zhuo, since the Ninth Master is here, I’ll leave Beisheng in your care, Don’t let her offend our esteemed guests.”
Ye Beisheng listened to these words and every word was discreetly belittling her. She was afraid that Huo Xiting would leave a good impression on her.
Mrs. Zuo was still angry at Huo Xiting for interrupting Zhuo He, but she didn’t dare to say anything.
Zhuo He, on the other hand, was furious. “Ye Beisheng, didn’t you hear me? Come over here! Do you remember all the requests just now? If you remember, come home with me. Don’t embarrass me.’
“Didn’t Young Master Zhuo hear what the Ninth master said just now? Even he doesn’t dare to make so many demands of Mrs. Huo. How dare you?”
Zhuo He didn’t understand what he meant.
He thought that Huo Shiting thought that he had too many rules.
Ninth Master Huo may not have much demands on Mrs. Huo. What was the conflict between him and Ye Beisheng?
“Ninth Master Huo treats Mrs. Huo well because she’s a hundred times better than you!” Zhuo He sneered.
“Ye Beisheng, if I teach you a lesson, I’m teaching my own wife a lesson. The Ninth master can’t do anything about it. He may be good to his wife but…”
“Tsk.
A light sneer interrupted Zhuo He’s words.
Huo Xiting sat in the upper seat with a calm expression. “It seems that Young Master Zhuo is right to say that he doesn’t know what’s good for him.”
Zhuo He was about to go up and pull Ye Beisheng over.
After all, he had coveted Ye Beisheng for a long time. Now that Ye Anyao had finally agreed to sell Ye Beisheng to him, he was in a hurry to go home and enjoy it!
Unexpectedly, Huo Xitings simple words made Zhuo He’s face change.
President Zhuo and Mrs. Zhuo did not know why the Ninth Master was so impatient. The two of them carefully went forward to explain, “Ninth Master, you… Do you know Miss Ye?”
Huo Xiting looked up coldly.
President Zhuo suppressed his fear and smiled. “My son is just… He has an engagement with Miss Ye, so we want her to come to our house as a guest. This engagement was set by our Zhuo family and the Ye family. Miss Ye is the future young madam of our Zhuo family, so we won’t do anything to her.”
“Young Madam… The Ye Family wants you to marry into the Zhuo Family?” Huo Xiting asked as he chewed on the words.
Everyone’s breathing trembled!
Ye Beisheng looked innocent. “Yes, because Ye Anyao needed money, she sent me to a marriage alliance. I heard that Young Master Zhuo was personally picked by my sister. Ninth master, what should I do?
When Old Madam Ye heard the words ‘my sister picked it for me personally,’ her expression changed drastically.
“In order to gather more dowry for their illegitimate daughter, the Ye family wants to send Miss Ye to a marriage alliance. Very good…..” Huo Xiting said slowly.
Good? What was happening?
Finally, Ye Xingchongs expression kept changing as he said, “Ninth Master…
You, why do you care so much about my daughter’s marriage? Marrying Young Master Zhuo is already the best choice after weighing the pros and cons. You…”
“CEO Ye, why do you think I’m here?” Huo Xiting interrupted.
Ye Xingchong felt a pressing pressure that made it hard for him to breathe. His mind kept spinning, but he couldn’t understand. “Ninth master…. Aren’t you here for Yanling and Anyao?”
“Huo Yanling? Who p s that?”
Huo Xiting interrupted lightly, “Alright, Mrs. Huo, stop messing around..”
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