Mr. Qin, Your Mute Wife is a Full-Level Bigshot-Chapter 412 - : Fair, Beautiful, Long Legs

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Chapter 412: Fair, Beautiful, Long Legs

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qin Ruohanโ€™s charming thin lips suddenly pressed against Ye Caitangโ€™s red lips.

Before Ye Caitang express her surprise, Qin Ruohan straightened up and touched the top of Ye Caitangโ€™s head dotingly.

โ€œGood girlโ€ฆโ€

Old Mr. Qinโ€™s jaw dropped.

Wasnโ€™t his grandson aromantic and avoided women like the plague?

The servants looked at Qin Ruohan in shock as if they had seen a ghost.

Their young master took the initiative to kiss a woman.

Were they seeing things, or were they hallucinating?

They remembered very clearly that there was once a woman who wanted to seduce Mr. Qin and he kicked her into the crocodile pool without any trace of sympathy.

Ye Caitang was baffled. โ€œโ€ฆ?โ€

Why did he say that she was a good girl?

Qin Ruohanโ€™s deep and husky voiceโ€”which was very mellifluousโ€”suddenly rang in the air. It quickly answered Ye Caitangโ€™s doubts.

โ€œGrandpa, my wife just said that she would rather die than divorce me.โ€

Ye Caitang widened her big eyes in surprise.

โ€œWhat?!โ€

When had she ever said that?

Did the level of Qin Ruohanโ€™s lip-reading skills drop and he had misunderstood?

She hurriedly tugged at Qin Ruohanโ€™s sleeve, wanting to write on his palm.

Dear, you have misunderstood.

But before she could write on Qin Ruohanโ€™s palm, her whole hand was held by Qin Ruohanโ€™s large hand domineeringly and forcefully.

It was over. She could not clear her name now.

When Old Mr. Qin heard Qin Ruohanโ€™s answer, he slammed the table angrily and looked straight at Ye Caitang.

โ€œGirl, would you really rather die than divorce my grandson?โ€

Qin Ruohan said calmly,

โ€œGrandpa, my wife is timid. Donโ€™t intimidate her.โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t ask you. Shut up,โ€ Old Mr. Qin shouted at Qin Ruohan impatiently.

โ€œGirl, I asked you a question. Speak up.โ€

Ye Caitang glanced at the expressionless Qin the Satan beside her. After thinking about it over and over again, she pointed at her throat. She shook her head gently, indicating silently:

โ€œMy throat hurts. I canโ€™t speak for the time being.โ€

When these two gods fought, she did not want to be caught in the crossfire. She wanted to avoid lightning.

When Old Mr. Qin saw Ye Caitangโ€™s gesture, he glared at Qin Ruohan in shock and anger.

โ€œRascal, whatโ€™s going on? Why did you get a mute as your wife?โ€ Qin Ruohan poured a glass of warm water for Ye Caitang.

โ€œGrandpa, sheโ€™s not mute. She just has a sore throat and canโ€™t speak for the time being.โ€

Just as Old Mr. Qin was about to speak, a clear and graceful voice suddenly rang in the air.

โ€œRuohan, donโ€™t lie to Grandpa.โ€

โ€œI heard from Qin Shi that you married a good-for-nothing little mute.โ€ โ€œAlthough I donโ€™t know why you want to marry this good-for-nothing little mute, I hopeโ€ฆโ€

โ€œYou can think twice and take your marriage seriously.โ€

Si Manting held Old Mrs. Qinโ€™s arm and slowly walked into the living room.

Ye Caitang sized Si Manting up quietly.

She was dressed in a ladylike pink dress with luxurious jewelry adorning her neck and ears. Her chestnut-colored hair was permed. freewebnove(l).com

Standard, fair and beautiful long legs.

At the thought that Si Manting and Qin Ruohan were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, she felt an inexplicable ache in her heart.

Old Mrs. Qin looked at Ye Caitang critically. There was obvious displeasure on her face.

โ€œRascal, Iโ€™ve long heard that this little girl is still in high school, andโ€ฆโ€ โ€œSheโ€™s also an academically-challenged student who scores big fat zeros every year.โ€

โ€œThis little girl canโ€™t even compare to a strand of Mantingโ€™s hair.. Why must you marry her?โ€

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