Reborn Hot Wife

Rose Kinson’s clothes were completely soaked, and in no time, Yen Jia’s shirt was also drenched. However, despite this, he appeared even gentler, comforting her in a soft and soothing voice, saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

After crying for a while, Rose Kinson finally let it all out. She wiped her tears and said in a choked voice, “Thank you, I feel much better now.”

Yen Jia lowered his head and looked at his front. His white shirt had become transparent due to the water, but luckily, he was also wearing a white T-shirt inside that gave a slight chill.

He smiled helplessly and asked, “Rose, do you like Lord Gu?”

Rose Kinson’s movements froze for a moment, before nodding her head after a while.

Liking William had been a long-standing affair for her, which had never reduced even a bit over time.

Yen Jia didn’t say much, after all, there were too many people in the capital who liked William, and it wasn’t anything too strange.

“Go back and take a hot bath, and rest early,” he said.

As Yen Jia was about to walk towards the house, Mary Kinson suddenly spoke out in an unusually resentful tone, “I was supposed to be the one marrying Lord Gu.”

Yen Jia stopped in his tracks and was surprised by her words, turning to face her. She was soaked from head to toe, standing in the night, her face visible only by the gleaming pool water, with a disheveled appearance, but her eyes were bright, as if a flame was burning in them.

Seeing Yen Jia’s reaction, Rose raised her wet head and walked towards the house with determination, saying, “From now on, I will definitely marry Lord Gu!”

To her, it seemed like a matter of faith, a lifelong pursuit. She would eventually stand by William’s side and become his woman, even though he was already married to Mary Kinson.

Yen Jia watched as she walked straight into the house, his gaze complex with a hint of teasing.

Some people just like to be stubborn.

In the hall.

Xiaoqing had just said goodbye to William and left. As she entered the house, she saw Rose Kinson drenched in water, shivering as she walked upstairs.

“Rose, what happened to you? Why are you covered in water?” Xiaoqing asked.

Rose Kinson smiled and explained while walking away, “I had a bit too much to drink and fell into the water. It was too cold. I’m going to take a hot bath first, grandma.”

As she finished speaking, she disappeared from sight.

Outside the gate.

White Ben drove the car while discussing, “Isn’t it Rose Kinson’s doing?”

William sat in the back seat, his hawk-like eyes dark and bottomless, lost in thought.

Seeing William not responding, White Ben changed the subject. “By the way, the hospital said they might be able to contact Miao San recently. How’s your sleep lately?”

At the mention of sleep, William’s sharp brows lifted slightly, and he slowly lowered his gaze, not wanting to discuss the topic.

Sun Xiao no longer spoke and drove in silence all the way.

Monday.

Mary Kinson sorted out her mood and just arrived in the classroom when she saw Yang Feng sitting in her seat with his backpack, as if waiting for someone.

Mary Kinson greeted him with a smile, “Good morning.”

Yang Feng stood up, his height of over six feet complemented by a youthful and handsome face, as if the sunshine outside the window was embellishing him.

“Good morning. Is your sister feeling better?” Yang Feng asked.

Mary Kinson raised an eyebrow slightly, “She’s better now, she can go to school. Thank you for your concern.”

“That’s good.” Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried about Mary Kinson’s sister these past few days, afraid that the little girl would be traumatized.

He had failed in his duty to watch over her that day, which led to the incident that followed.

“By the way, the teacher asked the two of us to go to the electronic classroom for geology. Peking University is in charge of an archaeological project for the National Academy, and has called together some students who have excelled academically to investigate. There will be additional credits in the future,” said Yang Feng.

Mary Kinson furrowed her brows and said, somewhat bewildered, “I have no interest in this subject.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Yang Feng shrugged helplessly and smiled, “Neither do I, but we have no choice.”

So the two of them went to the electronic classroom for geology. As soon as they entered, they saw several classmates sitting in the front row, consisting of two men and two women. When Mary Kinson saw Mincent, she was slightly surprised.

Mincent saw her and stood up enthusiastically, “Goddess, you’re participating in this event too? It seems like we have a strong fate, it’s like heaven-sent destiny.”

With each word, he took a step closer to Mary Kinson, his eyes filled with admiration.

“I feel like we’re a match made in heaven. This is an opportunity that the heavens have given us, and it’s a chance for our relationship to grow even further. Do you understand?” he asked.

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Mary Kinson’s hand.

“Alright, it seems like everyone is here. I’ll be straightforward and won’t beat around the bush,” said the principal as he took out a file and briefly went over the contents. “This time, we’ll be going to the forbidden area of the W City border forest. The terrain there is dangerous, and the mist never dissipates. It’s been reported that there is a primitive ancient tomb below, which has already been detected by professional machines. You are the first batch of students to go on an archaeological expedition with the GJ team, so this is a very significant step in your lives.”

Upon hearing this, Mincent’s eyes lit up like he was listening to a story. “So it’s an ancient tomb. Are there lots of gold, silver, and jewels inside? If we find any, can we secretly keep them?” he asked.

The principal picked up a piece of chalk and smacked it against Mincent’s head. “Be serious. This tomb is too primitive, and the people of that era did not have gold or jewels. What are you thinking? If you continue to act up, you won’t be going on this expedition,” he scolded.

“But I can’t miss this opportunity!” exclaimed Mincent, as he looked over to Mary Kinson. “Even though there are no treasures in the tomb, there will still be a beauty inside…”

Yang Feng placed his hand on the table and clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. If he were to punch someone with that fist, it would probably cause half their life to be vanished. Under his threat, Mincent finally shut up.