Chapter 17: Domineering CEO’s Fierce Love

Ever since becoming a wealthy housewife, Yu Chunxia had spoiled her only son rotten. She believed her son was absolutely untouchable, that all the best things in the world belonged to him.

When the engagement with the Xia family was arranged, she even felt that Xia Lingyu wasn’t good enough for her son.

And she’d heard Xia Lingyu had a wild, domineering nature, bossing her son around even before the marriage. She’d long found Xia Lingyu insufferable. If it weren’t for Si Nanyan holding her back, as the future mother-in-law she would have put Xia Lingyu in her place ages ago.

It was only because she knew her son had designs on the Xia family’s assets, for the sake of his grand ambitions, that she’d swallowed her anger and not gone looking for trouble with Xia Lingyu.

But this time, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. That damned woman Xia Lingyu had actually called the police and sent her son to jail.

She knew the whole story behind the incident—it was nothing more than her son playing with a woman. As Si Nanyan’s fiancée, couldn’t Xia Lingyu be a little more magnanimous?

Such a narrow-minded and jealous woman—if it weren’t for the assets behind her, she would never consent to her son marrying someone like that.

In short, Yu Chunxia was furious about the situation. While finding ways to bail Si Nanyan out, she spent an entire night tracking down Xia Lingyu’s whereabouts, and now she had finally caught her.

Seeing Xia Lingyu sitting and eating with another woman filled her with indignant rage.

Her son was still locked up in jail, and Xia Lingyu could still stomach food?

Seething, Yu Chunxia stormed over, planted her hands on her hips beside the table, and barked, “Xia Lingyu, you still have the nerve to eat?”

Xia Lingyu had just managed to stir a faint romantic atmosphere at the table when this middle-aged woman suddenly shattered it.

She raised her head, narrowing her eyes to size up the intruder. The woman before her had a bulky figure, decked out from head to toe in designer labels but wearing them with no taste whatsoever. It was obvious she was a vain and vulgar middle-aged woman.

After a moment’s thought, Xia Lingyu finally recalled this was Si Nanyan’s mother.

Filled with displeasure, a cold glint flickered in her phoenix eyes, and she sneered, “Why wouldn’t I have the nerve to eat? Oh, and if you’re here to beg me to help your son, you can forget it right now. Also, please step aside; don’t disturb my meal.”

Yu Chunxia was incredulous. “You wretched girl, Nanyan is your future husband, I’m your future mother-in-law! It’s bad enough you speak to me like this, but you won’t even help Nanyan?”

Xia Lingyu said, “A big man like him naturally looks down on my help. Let him get himself out if he’s so capable. If he can’t get out before the Charity Dinner Gala, this engagement should be void. After all, I don’t fancy a man who’s done jail time.”

“You…” Yu Chunxia was so angry she choked, cursing, “Isn’t it your fault he’s in jail? If you hadn’t called the police, how could my son have ended up in there? You made him suffer like this, and you still have the nerve to talk about breaking off the engagement?”

No, she couldn’t let the engagement be broken—the Xia family’s assets weren’t in their hands yet!

Impatient, Xia Lingyu directly summoned the waiter and had Yu Chunxia thrown out.

Humiliated and furious, Yu Chunxia couldn’t lay a hand on Xia Lingyu, but then she spotted Xiao Luo beside her, and instantly remembered that another woman had accompanied Xia Lingyu to catch her son in the act, and had even slapped Si Nanyan.

Suddenly, she found a target for her rage. Pointing a finger at Xiao Luo’s nose, she screamed, “You slut, did you hit my son?”

Xiao Luo turned her head and smiled faintly. “That’s right. Your son’s skin is so thick, my hand hurt after that slap.”

She extended her right hand in front of Xia Lingyu. “Sister Xia, it still hurts.”

Xia Lingyu’s heart shuddered at the sound of that “Sister Xia.”

Her gaze dropped to Xiao Luo’s wrist—a circle of faint green bruises marked her fair, slender skin, left behind from the rope she’d used to bind her last night.

She had tied Xiao Luo up out of fear she might cause trouble, and honestly, at the time there had been a dark excitement bubbling inside her, a twisted thrill.

But afterward, guilt had flooded in.

How could she have treated Xiao Luo like that? She was a monster!

Xia Lingyu once again silently loathed herself, then reached out to gently rub the wrist, softly comforting, “There, there. When we get back, I’ll put some medicated liniment on it to reduce the swelling.”

She cooed and fussed over Xiao Luo, completely forgetting Yu Chunxia standing by.

Yu Chunxia’s face looked as if she’d eaten shit.

“You fox spirit…” She stepped forward, intending to slap the fox spirit’s face, but Xia Lingyu seized her wrist firmly.

Xia Lingyu rose to her feet, a full head taller than her. Her cold, gorgeous face, her beautiful phoenix eyes brimming with frosty disdain and impatience, her aura fully unleashed—the high-handed posture instantly cowed a street shrew like Yu Chunxia.

“You want to hit her?”

Under this oppressive presence, Yu Chunxia struggled to endure, but still said weakly, “She hit my son, so I can’t hit her?”

Xia Lingyu laughed lightly, tossing her wrist aside, and said, “Your son isn’t even worth a single hair of hers. Who does he think he is?”

Yu Chunxia turned red with shame. “What do you mean? You won’t help your fiancé but defend an outsider…”

She trailed off, as if suddenly realizing something, and her eyes widened as she looked at the two of them. “Xia Lingyu, you and this fox spirit, you two…”

Xia Lingyu cut off her incoherent words. “That’s right. I like this fox spirit.”

Not only was Yu Chunxia stunned, but Xiao Luo also looked at Xia Lingyu in some surprise.

Xia Lingyu gazed deeply at Xiao Luo, no longer hiding the affection in her heart, a rare tenderness flowing from her eyes.

So what if she admitted it? The fox spirit had probably already figured it out anyway, which was why she’d been teasing her like that this morning.

She had never liked a woman like this before. She was truly beyond hope.

Yu Chunxia was so furious she could explode. Xia Lingyu actually liked women, and was cuckolding her precious son.

She shrieked, “Xia Lingyu, how can you do this and face my son?!”

Such a shameless question was laughable.

She thought it perfectly normal for her own son to fool around with women, but when Xia Lingyu liked another woman, it was a betrayal of her son. What audacity. No wonder they were mother and son—both equally thick-skinned.

The corner of Xia Lingyu’s mouth curved. “Has what your son did in the past ever been worthy of me? Just a rotten cucumber. You act like I’m so desperate for him.”

Yu Chunxia couldn’t stand anyone insulting her son, and in a rage she reached out to claw Xia Lingyu’s face. “You loose woman, don’t forget you still have an engagement with my son…”

Xia Lingyu’s patience ran out. In an icy voice, she said, “Madam Yu, if you keep this up, I’ll immediately announce the breaking of the engagement… Waiter, take her away!”

Yu Chunxia had been making a racket, and the staff had long been waiting nearby. Two waiters stepped forward and dragged Yu Chunxia off.

Yu Chunxia struggled and cursed as she was hauled away, railing that Xia Lingyu had no sense of feminine virtue, that Xiao Luo was a shameless fox spirit seducing a woman…

Curious gazes from around the restaurant turned their way. Some people whispered among themselves, murmuring quietly.

Xiao Luo had lost her appetite. She set down her cutlery and lowered her head in silence.

Suddenly, Xia Lingyu reached out and tightly grasped her hand.