Ou Lan wanted to give Gu Manli another kick.
But before she could strike, Zhan Moxiao grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.
When she turned around, she collided with his intimidating, ink-dark eyes.
“Ou Xiaolan, you’re really a disgrace, disgracing me, Zhan Moxiao!”
Master Xiao was utterly contemptuous.
He didn’t oppose fighting; in his younger years, he had fought countless times.
But to strike someone from behind when you have the upper hand—was that the dignity and valor befitting a woman associated with Zhan Moxiao?
This little goblin he brought home needed some serious training, until she could face her enemies and defeat them utterly.
Yet Ou Lan was furious.
Since when did fighting need dignity?
Killing the opponent was the ultimate goal.
Damn, who cares about your face, and who asked you to force a marriage and thrust that big face onto her!
Of course, she only dared to grumble in her heart.
Under his overwhelming pressure, she obediently stood straight, bowing her head humbly like a scolded little wife.
Zhan Moxiao turned to Ou Chenghai and said, “Father-in-law, I’ve moved Xiaolan into Ailan Castle today.
You don’t have any objections, do you?”
Being called “Xiaolan” almost disgusted Ou Lan to death.
Damn it, who gave you the right to be so intimate?
But of course, Tycoon Master, do as you please.
Even if she had the courage of three bear hearts and leopard’s galls, she wouldn’t dare question you.
The honestly-lived Ou Chenghai, especially upon seeing Zhan Moxiao, lost all his temper and smiled even more benevolently.
“Son-in-law Xiao, Lanlan is naive.
Please be patient with her.”
Ou Lan, “…”
Damn, under strong power, there’s no such thing as familial affection!
…
Zhan Moxiao’s residence, Ailan Castle, was naturally located in the affluent Northern District of the Capital.
This trip to fetch his wife spanned the whole city, from the farthest north to the farthest south, and then back.
The intense chill of the air conditioner filled the car, and Ou Lan wished she could compress herself into dust, continuously thinking about how to annul this ridiculous marriage.
Zhan Moxiao was a natural ice sculpture, sitting with dignity.
Though no longer a military man for many years, he still exuded a soldier’s stern righteousness.
He slyly observed her from the corner of his eye, unnoticed by the girl.
Heh, the little goblin seemed really scared of him, didn’t she?
The high-end bulletproof black sedan arrived at the gates of Ailan Castle and drove straight in.
Ou Lan felt as if she had entered a medieval royal palace.
Damn, the richest man’s home was nothing if not majestic.
Moreover, she felt an overwhelming aura envelop her.
She involuntarily straightened up, maintaining a stiff demeanor all the way until the car stopped in front of the grand, white castle.
Zhan Moxiao, once the renowned War King, bore his aura as his castle did, every brick and surface cold and uninviting, everything about the place as stern and solemn as the man himself.
Dressed in a black suit, a bodyguard respectfully opened the car door.
Zhan Moxiao elegantly stepped out, and Ou Lan hurriedly followed.
The last of the sun’s rays disappeared; dusk was upon them.
Beneath the magnificence of the building, Ou Lan couldn’t help but start cursing internally again.
Zhan Moxiao, this freak—what a palace-like castle, and look what he’s turned it into!
Planting rows of cypresses that look like they belong in a graveyard, pruning them as if they’re soldiers at a ceremony—would it kill him to plant some flowers or raise some fish?
Forget it, what kind of refinement can one expect from a thug like him?
While cursing internally, she cautiously tried to sneak a peek at him, but as she turned her head, she found him already standing toweringly in front of her.
He was a full head taller than her, his oppressive aura overwhelming.
“Ah!” Ou Lan instinctively stepped back.
Good lord, she wondered if he was trying to scare her to death.