Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Yang June stopped in her tracks and hesitated for a few seconds twisting her head to give him a mischievous smile, “Yang June.”

Wang Boyce remembered her name, Yang June.

On that day, Yang June was friendly to him, but from the next day, the moment he moved into Yang’s house, Yang June changed and became hateful towards him and targeted her at every turn.

He could actually live without living at Jan’s house, but by some miracle, he actually liked living there and liked being on pins and needles with her.

During those years Wang Boyce lived in school and seldom came back. Once when he was bored, he sent a birthday card to Yang June with a few words on the back: Suddenly I would like to see you play the piano again.

Yang June wrote back quickly: better not let me bump into you or I’ll whip you into shape with my lyre.

In all those years, Yang June never had him on her mind, but he had a crush on her.

Yang June’s stubbornness when she sat at the piano, the scene when she cried on her bed, the way she sat quietly in the garden painting when she was usually so angry with him, all left deep memories in Wang Boyce’s young mind. It’s not often you see a girl like that, but it happens to be at the age when they are in love with each other, and it all comes as a matter of course.

But no matter how hard he tries, Yang June’s heart always has only Shen Mufan in it, so how can he be willing?

As the moon fades and the sky appears fish-belly white in the distance, there is a sudden sound of a distant car at the entrance and a luxurious Cayenne car pulls into the villa, driven by none other than Wang Boyce.

Wang Boyce entered the main house, the sound of ‘thud’ footsteps coming closer from downstairs, Yang June instantly had her chills up, she still hadn’t figured out how to face Wang Boyce.

Before she could prepare herself, Wang Boyce had pushed the door in, and a faint surprise flashed across his face when he saw her, then turned and began to remove his jacket, shirt, and trousers … from his body.

Yang June hung her head, consciously avoiding his naked body, and stood behind him and whispered, “Wang Boyce, I want to talk to you.”

“Okay, let’s talk in bed.” Wang Boyce turned to look at her, carrying a gust of booze.

He’s been drinking.

It’s hard to communicate with a man who has been drinking.

Before Yang June could refuse, she was taken into his arms by the back of her neck, his embrace strong and firm, crashing into her. But none of that was the point, the point was that his lips had pressed down and kissed her dominantly.

A gush of wine instantly spread between her lips and teeth, and she instinctively tried to refuse, only to be pinched tighter by him. In her ears was his extremely cold taunt, “It’s already mine, what’s the point of hiding?”

Yang June fought to break away from his dominating lips and said angrily, “Wang Boyce, will you please tell me why this is happening?”

“I’ll tell you, and I’ll take my time before I tell you …” He let go of her and rolled over her to the other side of the bed. The lean chest rose and fell.

Yang June hadn’t expected him to let go and had been expecting him to force himself on her like he had yesterday morning. She was grateful for his withdrawal and, fearing he would regret it, scrambled to get out of bed, smoothing out the clothes he had messed up.

Turning back, he saw him staring fixedly at the ceiling, his eyes listless and his lips dry, perhaps from the wine he had drunk.

Yang June walked over, gazed at him and asked, “Do you want some water? Or something to eat?”

Wang Boyce looked at her sideways, her eyes still red, and it was hard to imagine her asking that calmly under the circumstances. He thought she would hate herself and hate to kill herself, dying of hunger and thirst.

Yang June, she’s the nicest, always has been!

However, what could kindness do? It won’t stop his determination to torture her!

“I want water.” He said faintly.

Yang June turned around and got a cup of warm water from the water fountain, bent down, lifted his upper body with one hand and brought the cup to his lips. wang Boyce’s lips just touched the cup before he looked away, “The water is too cold.”

Yang June walked back to the water fountain to refill some hot water and once again passed the cup to her lips.

“It’s too hot.” He said again, his face unmistakably flat, half-apologetic.

He tries to spite her, but it’s not that easy because Yang June is not only kind, she’s also patient. Most importantly, she’s willing to do this for him, even though he just hurt her!

She went back to refill the cool water and this time Wang Boyce didn’t say another word and finished it in one gulp.

Lying on a bed with their backs to each side, such was the distance that should belong to them.

Yang June couldn’t sleep, but still lay motionless and pretended to sleep. She knew Wang Boyce couldn’t sleep either because he just tossed and turned from the moment he laid down on the bed.

She felt Wang Boyce get up and after a rummage in the drawer pull out something that sounded like medicine. Then the sound of water being poured from the dispenser and the sound of him swallowing pills.

Yang June didn’t know what pills Wang Boyce had swallowed, but she knew that even after taking them, Wang Boyce still hadn’t fallen asleep. When the clock hand pointed to 7:30, he got up, washed up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yang June pulled open the drawer and caught a glimpse of the freshly opened box of tranquilizer-type pills.

Sitting at the breakfast table for the first time as The Wang Family’s daughter-in-law, Yang June was more squirmy than nervous. Leng Qing Shu was just like her surname, her whole being was cold and not half warm, and she said insulting things from the moment she saw her.

Yang Carina was also cold, even Yang June only faintly glanced at her with contempt when she greeted her.

Yang Carina is pretty, tall and well-proportioned, and has been in the entertainment industry for a few years. She is currently only a third-rate star in the entertainment industry due to her simple personality, not knowing how to make a name for herself or hype herself.

The atmosphere was stiflingly thin as everyone munched on their breakfast.

Leng Qing Shu took a sip of milk and scowled at Wang Boyce reproachfully, “Where did you go last night? When did you come back? Looking so haggard.”

Wang Boyce didn’t pay any attention to her and continued to eat his breakfast slowly and deliberately.

Leng Qingshu’s questioning, which he didn’t think it was necessary to respond to, had never been this ignorant attitude. And Leng Qingshu apparently got used to it a long time ago, following up with, “How is the preparation for Teng Tian’s acquisition? Gotta hurry up a bit, don’t let other companies acquire it.”

While the chairman of The Yang Family is Wang Boyce, Leng Qing Shu has also been stepping in.

“President Zhu of Teng Tian is still on vacation abroad.” Wang Boyce said briefly.

Leng Qing Shu was about to say something else when Wang Boyce put down his cutlery and got up to leave the restaurant.

Yang Carina grabbed a sandwich and chased her out, “Brother, are you going to the office? Give me a ride.”

“Where are you going? Where are you going to sell smiles again?”

“Nasty, people catching up on announcements, how is that selling smiles?”

“Catching an announcement is not selling a smile?”

“Not …”

The siblings argued and left.

Wang Boyce is not on good terms with his mother but dotes on his only sister, but he has always been against Yang Carina becoming a star because he does not want her to be tainted by the complicated environment of the entertainment industry.

And The Wang Family is not short of money and doesn’t need her to go out and show her face.

Yang Carina has a great interest in acting and refuses to give up on her uneven path to stardom.

Wang Boyce and Yang Carina both leave, and Yang June puts down her dishes and prepares to bolt, but is stopped in her tracks by a clear cough from Leng Qing Shu.

Leng Qing Shu said faintly, “Since you have nothing to do, help Aimee put away the dishes.”

Aimee on the side was about to say no, when she was blocked back by a glare from Leng Qingshu.

All these Yang June saw in her eyes, and also understood that Leng Qing Shu was using this to make things difficult and insulting for herself, she did not want to get into trouble with her mother-in-law just after she started, as she did not say a word and started to clean up the tableware on the table.

For days on end, Wang Boyce returned after midnight, and each time he did Yang June would be extra nervous. Slender bodies curled up under the covers, listening to him enter the bathroom to take a shower, to catch water in a porcelain cup, to take one of those pills out of the drawer that would help him sleep.

Yet with all the pills, he still tossed and turned all night.

It had only been a short week since I saw him at the wedding, and he had lost a whole lot of weight and his spirits were getting worse, obviously caused by the lack of rest.

All this, Yang June saw in his eyes.

The Wang Boyce I remember has been cold, sunny and gentle, but never this disheveled.

These days, she has nothing to do, she has googled the harmful effects of these drugs on the human body, she fears that if this continues Wang Boyce’s body will sooner or later span out.

It’s 2 a. m. and Wang Boyce hasn’t returned.

When Wang Boyce doesn’t return, Yang June’s worries don’t stop, lying in bed, smelling his scent, her mind can’t help but wonder why Wang Boyce hasn’t returned, is he sleeping peacefully in some woman’s bed? Or was he drunk in some bar again? Or had something happened on the way back?

She shook her head hard, forcing herself not to think about the bad stuff.

In fact, she should hate Wang Boyce for ruining her wedding and taking her back to the Yang residence by force, but while she hates him, she is more worried about him, perhaps because she knows how Wang Boyce once felt about her.

Wang Boyce once spent four years abroad giving research drugs so she could wake up from her slumber.

And the man she hung on to after she woke up was always Shen Mufan.

Pushing the light button on, the bright light in the room stung her eyes and she squinted slightly at her eyelids, taking a moment to adjust before glancing at the clock on the wall, it was so late.

On the second day of the wedding, she went to see Lim Keith to pursue the reason for his escape and was told that Lim Keith’s family had gotten a large sum of money from somewhere and had moved their family out of state.

She knew the money must have come from Wang Boyce to The Lim Family, and came home to see the bedroom redecorated, the curtains, the wardrobe, the bed … everything that could be changed.

Aimee tells her it was Wang Boyce’s orders, and she wonders why Wang Boyce would do this, because it’s to show her that the bedroom already belongs to both her and him? Maybe.

Seriously, with the new bedroom replacement, it was slightly less awkward for her to live in.

Scanning around the bedroom, Yang June heard a cell phone ring, calling her at this hour, could it be Wang Boyce in trouble?