Because Lang Hongyue is out, nobody responds to Lang Jia scolding. She becomes so angry and decides not to leave. She invites some friends to have fun at a bar.

“Who are you angry with?” A powerful local bully loves Lang Jia for a long time, but he also never imagines being with her because of Lang Jia’s identity.

Given that keeping a good relationship with Lang Jia could benefit him, he always helps her out of trouble warm-heartedly.

“Leave me alone,” Lang Jia has drunk a bottle of wine and becomes drunk. Now she stammers a little.

The local bully pours Lang Jia a glass, “You can tell me. If someone bullies you, I will help you take revenge.”

“Who dare bully me?” Lang Jia shakes her head, “Except the woman at my house. Who does she think she is…”

Despite that Lang Jia has drunk and she doesn’t provide a complete story, the local bully finally puts the fragmentary information into a whole story.

“Fuck! She dare beat you! You say, how do you want to revenge on her?”

Lang Jia spits at him, “Revenge? My grandpa will kill me.”

“What about simply frightening her?” The local bully suggests, “We won’t really hurt her. I simply want to help you release your anger.”

Seeing Gungun sleeping well in the bed, Yan Hua sighs. This is Lang Ruoxian’s apartment. What makes Yan Hua feel strange is that it seems to be prepared for a girl in terms of the decoration style.

“What about eating something outside?” Yan Hua hasn’t notice when Lang Ruoxian has already stood at the door.

Yan Hua kisses Gungun and follows him to the dining room, “The bruise on Gungun’s face must have been pinched,” she corrects, “I previously thinks Lang Jia beat him, so I slap on her face.”

“Forget it,” Lang Ruoxian hands the chopsticks to her.

Four dishes and a soup are served on the table. In spite of not so much, they are delicate.

“I ordered these at a nearby hotel,” Lang Ruoxian tastes a spoonful of soup, “You live here, and you can go back when Grandpa calls you.”

Yan Hua tastes some fish, “At most she is going to be scolded. How can I expect more?”

“If Lang Hongyue knows this, Lang Jia is possibly at most blamed. But if Grandpa knows, maybe, she won’t return to China in the following two years.”

“Really?” Yan Hua is suddenly inspired by Lang Ruoxian’s words.

Lang Jia now returns at least once a year. Lang Hongyue has already made her cautious. Yan Hua becomes more alerted after Lang Jia comes home, because she is worried she will do something bad on Gungun.

“I will try hard to make it happen,” Lang Ruoxian says, looking into her eyes.

Yan Hua is frozen for a moment, and feels a little hot on her face.

“Thank… Thank you.” She lowers her head and keeps silence for a minute. And then she smiles widely to Lang Ruoxian, “Does this mean we are not enemies.”

Lang Ruoxian eats some vegetables, and says: “We are originally not.”

The two suddenly fall into silence. At first, she thinks she possibly has no appetite for the food, but after eating for a while, a bowl of rice has been eaten up by her. She moves slightly and contributes this to the tasty food.

Yes, That’s it.

“Even though we are family, I am the safest one in the family,” Lang Ruoxian pushes the bird’s nest soup to her, seeing she eating up the rice.

“You probably forget I have even told you that Lang Hongyue wants to use Gungun to get the right of inheritance from the second branch, and then she can become the biggest shares holder,” Lang Ruoxian’s voice could be heard clearly at the house.

Yan Hua interrupts, “Don’t your parents and you care about who will be the heir of Lang Family?”

“If you mean the successor of the Lang Consortium, I certainly care about,” Lang Ruoxian curls his lips, “But what I want is not the present Lang Consortium.”

“What do you mean?” Yan Hua is confused.

Lang Ruoxian stands up, “You will know in the future. Now what you need to know is that I don’t want to use Gungun as my leverage. On the contrary, for my interests, I will try my best to prevent Lang Hongyue from using Gungun and you.

Yan Hua understands this. When she looks at the back of Lang Ruoxian, a scene appears in her mind.

“Don’t believe him. He simply uses honey-sweet words to cheat you!”

“Believe him! What he says is true!”

Lang Ruoxian’s apartment is a loft. He goes upstairs slowly and looks down at her, “At least you should ask yourself, have I done something bad to hurt you or Gungun since we met?”

No…

Yan Hua sees Lang Ruoxian coming into the bedroom, and sits alone at the dining room for a long time.

“Mommy!” Gungun finds himself at a different place the next morning, and looks around curiously.

Yan Hua finds Lang Ruoxian’s message for her in the living room.

“I have to go to work. There is a supermarket nearby. If you feel bored, you can go there to buy something. I will have lunch with you at home,” Yan Hua puts down the note, seeing two insulated barrels on the dining table.

She opens them, and finds that one is for wontons and the other is for chicken porridge. Somehow she no longer feels so upset like yesterday. She eats up the breakfast prepared by Lang Ruoxian with Gungun. Looking up at the clear sky, she decides to go to the supermarket as Lang Ruoxian suggests.

She buys too many things and has to call a taxi home. The taxi driver is kidding to her that he can’t bear to earn Yan Hua’s money because it is so close to the destination.

“Be careful!” Yan Hua sees a car suddenly rushing out of an alley and the taxi driver hits brake immediately, but the car still runs towards them. The driver is scared and turns the steering wheel sharply, with the attempt to avoid it. However, a car runs fast towards him from behind.

The two cars collides with a big bang

Yan Hua holds Gungun tightly, and hits her head into the dash. She feels a great pain on her forehead and the blood flows across her eyes.

“Ah…” Gungun looks at her and begins crying.

The driver is fine. He turns around and says nervously, “Please don’t move. You get injured and now I call the ambulance.”

Lang Ruoxian rushes to the hospital as soon as he answers the call. He is so regretful for his negligence. He thinks it is safe for Yan Hua to live at his apartment and does not assign his bodyguards to protect her. Why does she come across a traffic accident?

“Please pay attention to not dipping water these days,” the doctor at the emergency room handles her cut.

Lang Ruoxian rushes in nervously and Gungun shouts immediately. Lang Ruoxian holds Gungun and looks at Yan Hua, “Are you OK?”

“Your wife’s cut is not so serious and she is no need to stitch. But it will take about half a month to heal,” the doctor automatically thinks the three people are family based on their good-looking appearances.

“Please take good care of her. Don’t scratch the cut when it begins to heal, or a scar will be left.”

Lang Ruoxian nods with a serious look on his face, “Thanks, doctor. I will pay attention to this.”

The “fake” family leave the hospital. Lang Ruoxian walks Yan Hua carefully get on the car. His serious expression amuses Yan Hua and she even plays jokes with him.

“You see, I seldom go to the supermarket and got injured this time.”

Lang Ruoxian puts Gungun into the kid’s seat. Gungun kicks his legs and stares at Yan Hua’s forehead.

“Don’t worry, Gungun. Mommy is fine!” Yan Hua strokes his head.

Lang Ruoxian is about to start the engine, the cellphone rings.

He answers it and speaks something, and then turns around to look at Yan Hua.

“What’s up?” Yan Hua notices his facial expression is strange.

“The car that hit you deliberately is Lang Jia’s friend.”

Lang’s mansion.

Lang Hongyue walks back and forth at the living room with her hands on her waist, and meanwhile scolds Lang Jia who is sitting on the sofa.

“Stupid! Why do you beat Gungun?”

“I didn’t beat him,” Lang Jia replies in an aggrieved voice, “I just pinched him.”

Lang Hongyue angrily pats her breast, “Is there any difference between beating and pinching? How did I tell you? You are going to leave, why do you bear grudge against a baby?”

“Yan Hua slapped on my face!” Lang Jia argues back loudly.

“You even asked someone to hit her outside!” Lang Hongyue really wants to slap on her face, “Do you know what did you do? Fortunately, Gungun is OK and Yan Hua is also fine. Or do you think your grandpa will spare you?”

Lang Jia says angrily: “Mom, I have said many times I didn’t ask anyone to hurt her. It is totally their opinions and is not related to me!”

“So what?” Lang Hongyue pats the table, “They said you instigated them to hit her. You have been involved in this.”

Lang Jia feels very aggrieved, because she really forgets what she said when she was drunk.

At night, Lang Hongyue receives Lang Cha’s call, He asks her to send Lang Jia abroad. And without his permission, she will not be allowed to come back in the next few years. Lang Hongyue cares so much about her daughter and pleads for forgiveness, but in vain. What she can do is to send the crying Lang Jia away.

“This is coincidence,” Lang Ruoxian tells Yan Hua the truth that these guys simply wanted to warn her. But the driver in the car behind was a little drunk and the car was out of his control. Then he hit her.

“So, it is bad luck that I came across a traffic accident…” Yan Hua now sits in Lang Ruoxian’s car. They head to Lang’s mansion.

Lang Ruoxian originally hoped she could live in his house for more days, but unexpectedly, Lang Cha sent Lang Jia abroad as soon as he knew what Lang Jia did.

“But Lang Hongyue will hate me even more,” Yan Hua shakes her head and she doesn’t care about this.

Maybe when a gambler owes a large deal of debt, he will not care about owing something more. Yan Hua’s mindset is possibly like this.

After Yan Hua gets to Lang’s mansion, Lang Hongyue is indeed not friendly to her, but Yan Hua has no time to care about this. She is worried about her injury every day that a scar may be left on her forehead.

Especially when the injury begins to heal a week later, she is more careful and is afraid of scraping the scar off carelessly.

Lang Ruoxian sees her rabbit-design hair band on her forehead and considers it very cute, but it looks strange that a hair band around her forehead.

“Are you ill?” Lang Ruoxian thinks Yan Hua is like the ancient people who are ill and like to tie a strip of cloth around their heads.

“I am afraid of scraping the scar off,” Yan Hua touches the hair band.

“It doesn’t matter, after all…” Lang Ruoxian can’t continue to say, because he notices Yan Hua glaring him.

Lang Ruoxian puts down the tea cup silently and has a cough, “I say you need to pay attention to this. Don’t leave a scar.”

Waiting for Yan Hua to go upstairs, Lang Ruoxian feels a little relieved. The woman is so tough that he dare not speak. Indeed, what women care most about are their faces.