Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

“That’s more like it.”

Shang Ningluo raised her eyebrows proudly when she saw Yan Nuo let go of her arm.

However, she suddenly realized something. She turned around and glared at An Jiuyue unhappily, her anger rising.

“Who are you talking about? I’m going to marry Brother Jiyun in the future. How can I have anything to do with one of his subordinates? Don’t spout nonsense!

“Even if you’re going to be my sister in the future, you can’t ruin my reputation like this. We won’t be able to be good sisters in the future.”

An Jiuyue was surprised.

She had no intention of becoming good sisters with this lady in front of her, okay?

“Miss Shang, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

“What did I misunderstand?”

Shang Ningluo looked at her and asked in confusion. However, she soon understood.

“There’s no misunderstanding. I know you think you’re not worthy of Brother Jiyun and don’t want others to think you have anything to do with him.

“But Brother Jiyun has always been a man of his word. Since he married you, I won’t let him divorce you in the future. I’m here today to talk to you. I don’t mean anything else. I’m not here to provoke and show off to you. You don’t have to worry.”

Shang Ningluo thought An Jiuyue seemed to have low self-esteem, but it was alright. That way, she would not have to compete with her for Qian Jiyun’s favor—Qian Jiyun would belong to her alone.

Yan Nuo was silent.

He was right. She was a f*cking crazy woman.

She still wanted to marry the Master? Did he even know who Shang Ningluo was? When had she ever seen him when she came?

Provoke and show off?

He could understand what she meant by provoking her, but what was there to show off? To show off how she often pestered the Master, but he always ignored her?

An Jiuyue was confused.

She wanted to say that she would not be worried about this.

It was not that she had excessive confidence in Qian Jiyun, nor was it that she lacked attraction toward him. Rather…

She felt sorry for the confident young lady in front of her who thought Qian Jiyun would only ever marry her.

“Miss Shang, with your personality, you’re not even a little white lotus. Do you think I’ll be worried? Are you the one worrying?”

She took a step forward and looked at Shang Ningluo seriously.

Shang Ningluo was stunned by the question and stopped stamping her feet. Instead, she asked, “I… Why would I be worried?”

Why should she worry? And why was An Jiuyue so calm? It was not what Shang Ningluo had expected.

She said those things to test An Jiuyue’s tolerance. It would be easier for her to do something if An Jiuyue had a bad temper.

She also wanted to see if An Jiuyue truly felt inferior and lacked confidence in herself.

However, why did An Jiuyue not react at all? Shouldn’t she leap forward and lash out at her?