Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 122: Car Accident

May Morgan scoffed disdainfully and deliberately bent over to say to the waiter, "It’s not good at all. He’s super strict with me, just like my dad."

"You’re not being grateful. Look at how handsome your husband is, and so wealthy. The key thing is that he cares about you so much. That’s really rare." The waiter finished speaking and couldn’t help but look back at Vincent Vance, thinking to herself how quickly such an excellent man got married. Ah...

"That’s because I’m pregnant. If I weren’t pregnant, he wouldn’t care so much about me." May Morgan casually picked up a bottle of olive oil, looked at it, and, thinking it might be useful, put it in the cart.

The waiter’s eyes were constantly on Vincent Vance’s face, having completely forgotten to introduce anything to May Morgan. Initially, May didn’t notice it, but later she did and couldn’t help but whisper to her, "Is my husband very handsome?"

"Very handsome. With a face like that, he could be a celebrity." The waiter marveled with a tut-tut sound.

"Right? Let me tell you, he’s not only handsome but also rich, an endless amount of wealth that can’t be spent in a lifetime."

May Morgan isn’t particularly pretentious, but she can’t stand other women staring at her husband all the time. What are they looking at? No matter how much you look, he’s not yours, hmph!

"Uh...then you’re really lucky." The waiter seemed to sense May Morgan’s anger, quickly retracting her gaze, awkwardly flattering her, although her tone held unmistakable jealousy.

"That’s true. You don’t know, my husband is so excellent. But when I married him, I didn’t like him at all; he forced me to marry him. Ah, but after marriage, it’s okay; he treats me pretty well."

May Morgan raised her eyebrows, deliberately speaking to the waiter.

At this point, the waiter looked at May Morgan with a skeptical look, after all, although May Morgan appeared pretty, she definitely wasn’t a stunning beauty. For someone as outstanding as Vincent Vance to marry May Morgan was already surprising, and now May said that, wasn’t it a bit too much?

"You don’t believe me? I knew you wouldn’t believe me, but that’s okay. Anyway, it’s not for others to guess about my marriage, right?"

May Morgan intentionally smiled at the waiter and then picked up the olive oil from the cart to check out at the cashier. As Vincent Vance saw she bought only one item, he couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Why did you buy just this one thing?"

"Afraid you’d be snatched away." May Morgan giggled, pulling Vincent Vance’s arm, taking her items and heading out.

The night breeze outside blew gently, with a warm and humid feeling brushing against May Morgan’s face, making her feel especially comfortable.

"You know, I think I can empathize with you a bit now." May Morgan snuggled her head against Vincent Vance’s shoulder, like a coquettish cat, making his heart soften for her.

Rap customer service agentd haircare, curious to ask, "What do you understand about me?"

"I used to think you were really petty, not even allowing men to talk to me, and even thought you had issues. But earlier at the maternity store, when I saw that waiter staring at you with her eyes, I felt uncomfortable in my heart too, so I deliberately said a few unpleasant words to trouble her a bit."

Vincent Vance smiled indulgently, suddenly bending over to scoop May Morgan up horizontally: "What you did was right. Your husband is only for you to look at; later, if they keep looking, gouge out their eyes!"

"Ugh, I’m not as cruel as you. I just think it’s enough to say a couple of sarcastic words. After all, when I see people staring at you, I feel uncomfortable. I wanted to buy more things, but thinking about you being ogled like a panda, I just feel bad for you!"

Vincent Vance’s face turned black with speechlessness, glaring at the cheeky girl in his arms: "What do you mean? Who’s the panda?"

The earlier part was affectionate and emotional, but the latter half wasn’t serious with him. If not for her pregnancy, being fragile like porcelain that can’t be touched, he’d really want to throw her on the ground and ignore her.

May Morgan chuckled, realizing her slip of the tongue, quickly lowering her head to explain to Vincent Vance: "I misspoke, is that okay? Who asked you to be so handsome?"

"Being handsome is my fault? Knowing I’m handsome, why not cherish me? Always making me suffer!" Vincent Vance shook his head exasperatedly, walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and settled May Morgan inside.

As he turned to close the car door, he suddenly saw a black private car rushing towards them from the side.

The car sped by quickly. By the time Vincent Vance sensed danger, the car was already near them. The vehicle clearly targeted them, and without saying anything, it crashed into their car.

Vincent Vance was still outside the car when the vehicle behind crashed into him with such force that it knocked him three meters away.

When he reacted, his car had already been pushed over ten meters by them.

Afraid May Morgan might be in danger, Vincent Vance hurriedly pulled out his gun and shot at the tire of the attacking car. His marksmanship had always been precise, and with a single shot, the front tire of the enemy car burst quickly.

With the tire burst, the car temporarily lost its balance and crashed straight into the big tree beside it. But the opponent’s driving skill was good; with a sharp brake, the car suddenly stopped stably.

After the car stopped, the people inside quickly opened the door and started approaching Vincent Vance and May Morgan.

There were four people in the car, and due to the darkness, it was hard to clearly see their faces. Vincent Vance, eager to protect May Morgan, wasn’t considering engaging them further. Seeing those people coming out, he quickly fired several shots towards them, with no idea how many he hit, but surely, he temporarily repelled their attack.

Taking advantage of the confusion among the opponent, Vincent Vance hurriedly opened the driver’s door and slipped into the car.

May Morgan’s leg was bleeding from the collision, weakly leaning against the seat, unable to move.

Seeing her leg covered in blood, Vincent Vance was filled with heartache as he comforted her: "Don’t worry, I’ll get you to the hospital soon."

May Morgan struggled to lift her head to look at him, forcing a smile at him: "I’m fine, don’t worry about me."

The more she tried to reassure him, the more Vincent Vance felt pained in his heart. The little girl was good in every way, except she was too strong.

Because he was worried about excessive blood loss for May Morgan, plus those people seemed to be approaching, Vincent Vance didn’t dare delay and quickly started the car, speeding towards those bastards.

Those people also had guns, but they weren’t as quick as Vincent Vance, nor as skillful. If Vincent didn’t use the car to ram them, these people would shoot at his car, with unimaginable consequences.