Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 167: Kneel on Durian for Me

There are many 24-hour supermarkets in City S, so buying durian is very convenient. Soon, a whole ripe durian was bought back. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

After the servant bought the durian back, she took it to the kitchen to open it and then placed it on a plate, sending it upstairs to May Morgan. Vincent Vance, enduring the smell, personally delivered it to May, asking her to enjoy it.

Speaking of which, durian pastry is really delicious, but the smell of durians, honestly...

Vincent, while carrying the plate of durian emitting a mature fruit aroma, felt dazed, as if he had plunged into a cesspit.

"Don’t throw away the durian peels later, I’ve got, like, big plans for them!" exclaimed May Morgan, munching on durian and instructing the servant happily.

The servant gave May Morgan a strange look and couldn’t help but ask: ’Madam, what are durian peels kept for? Can they be eaten?’

"Of course not for eating, but, well, they can be kept. Isn’t that right, honey?"

The eerie ’honey’ from May made Vincent’s right eyelid twitch; he sensed trouble brewing.

"Durian peels are so prickly, why keep them? Just toss them!" Vincent, thinking of his own comfort, hurriedly signaled the servant to clean up the scene quickly.

"Durian peels don’t just prick your hands, they can prick your legs too. Right, honey?"

The painful-sounding ’honey’ made Vincent’s left eyelid twitch as well; he was thoroughly entangled with this woman’s antics.

"I’m still the dignified president of Vance Group; could you please save me some face?" Vincent sighed helplessly, bending down to plead in May’s ear.

"Alright, I’ll save you some face but not dignity." May glared at him sideways, then turned to the servant: ’Aunt Warren, after you bring in the durian peels, you can leave. My husband and I need some private time.’

Aunt Warren’s face twitched slightly, giving Vincent a look of sympathy, as she stood there not knowing what to do.

If those durian peels really came in, her job might not be secure; but not taking them, how would she explain to the madam? Judging by the atmosphere, it’s feared young master won’t get away from kneeling on durians tonight.

Seeing the servant still standing by the door unwilling to leave, Vincent quickly signaled to her, admonishing: "Why are you still standing here? Didn’t you hear what Madam said? Go check if the durian peels are still there?"

Vincent’s remarks naturally implied Aunt Warren to lie when necessary. Aunt Warren, hearing this, suddenly understood, quickly responded, and left fast.

May also knew that, in the Vance family, Vincent had the final say. No matter how much she was pampered, she was an outsider, and once Aunt Warren left, she probably wouldn’t return.

Forget it, considering this jerk personally went out to buy her a pile of snacks, she wouldn’t make him kneel on durians this time.

"Bring me the red bean pastry to try." May Morgan, putting down the durian, ordered Vincent authoritatively.

Vincent needed to cajole his little ancestor; when this brat threw a fit, she truly didn’t recognize relations, so he quickly ran around like a domestic helper, fetching the red bean pastry for May while fluffing pillows to help her lie down and eat.

"You’re eating so dryly, shall I go down and get you a glass of juice?" Vincent mainly couldn’t bear the durian smell, wanting to get out for some fresh air.

May had long guessed his thoughts, deliberately patting the empty spot on the bed, signaling him to sit down for a proper talk.

"No, I’m not thirsty; I’ll ask Aunt Warren to bring it when I’m thirsty, no need for you to run around. Besides, you’re the president of Vance Group, no? Always serving me, this insignificant woman, what a loss of face, right?"

Vincent, his face darkened, looked at May, arguing helplessly: ’Didn’t I just say that casually? Could you stop using that as a point of argument?’

May finished the last bite of the red bean pastry, satiated, and started belching and debating with him: "It’s not me using this as a point, it’s you being too obsessed with this position, right? To preserve your presidency, you could even abandon your wife and child; what else can I say?"

Circling back again, Vincent sighed helplessly and decided to explain truthfully to May: ’Alright, I admit I asked someone to take your things, but you need to understand my difficulties. I have my problems, and my actions are all for your benefit, you know?’

May gave him a disdainful snort, turning her face away: ’Do you know what the biggest lie in the world is?’

"What is it?"

"It’s when someone tells you, over and over, that this is done for your own good!"

May glared at Vincent fiercely, her tone turning extremely disappointed: ’Vincent, since you claim it’s for my benefit, fine, I’ll give you a chance to explain your reasoning clearly, and today, if you don’t, I’ll show you what regret means.’

"Regret? May, how do you want me to regret? By going to Adam? Fine, great, I knew you can’t forget him!"

Earlier, when May jokingly said Adam was better than Vincent, Vincent was deeply affected; if he hadn’t wanted to avoid arguing indefinitely, he might have exploded long ago. Although he painstakingly tried to appease this woman, why did she keep harping on this matter?

Is this never going to end? After the eating and scolding, does she still want to ascend to heavens or what?

Seeing Vincent about to shout at her again, May suddenly sprang up from the bed, glared at him, and said: "Why? Do you want to hit me now? Did I say you’re better than Adam? I just asked you why you destroyed my evidence, and you bring up Adam? You’re simply confusing the issue."

"Me, confusing? When I went to Crestwood with all my might for you, nearly dying there, where was your Adam? Your handsome Adam was cozied up with Maxwell, dreaming away. May, you truly don’t recognize kindness; I guess I misplaced my feelings in this life!"

All pent-up anger reached its peak, Vincent finally couldn’t hold it anymore, pointing at May, suddenly realizing further argument was worthless, and decisively turned to leave, slamming the door.

He drove away from Zenith Villa, not looking back.

Watching his car depart from the window, May suddenly felt a bit of regret.

Did she anger him irreparably? It’s so late, why is he running out? What if he gets upset and goes out looking for someone else to do something he shouldn’t?

Standing hesitantly by the window for a while, the more May thought, the more uneasy she felt. It’s said men especially like to indulge themselves when mad; Vincent looks so handsome, what if he goes to a bar or somewhere and something untoward happens?

But she couldn’t go out now; who should she turn to to help bring Vincent back?