Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 265 - 180: Mrs. Chapman Posts on Moments, Loughton Gets Angry [Third Update]

"You’re blaming me now? If you have the guts, bring someone home." Flora Loughton frowned, throwing the topic to Marsh Langley, "Langley, don’t you think so?"

"Yes, yes."

Marsh Langley nodded, looking calm and collected.

But from inside out, he was radiating an air of "I don’t want to get involved."

Pedro Langley said, "She was the one who went to the Scott family house first."

Flora Loughton was furious, her eyebrows raised, "If I knew you had your eye on the Scott family’s daughter, wouldn’t I have built a good relationship in advance?"

"..."

Hesitating, Pedro Langley admitted this was his fault.

"You’ve been running home every day recently, haven’t you been looking for the girl?" Flora Loughton started to lecture, "You can’t just put off pursuing a wife, delay a day or two, and other men with ulterior motives will seize the opportunity. Can’t you learn a thing or two from Langley?"

Getting angrier, Flora Loughton turned her head and shouted, "Langley!"

"Yes, you must be persistent and never let your guard down."

Marsh Langley nodded in agreement.

"You think because people think your mom’s mooncakes are delicious, it gives you extra points? Dream on! Those points are for your mom." Teacher Loughton continued her education, "If you were outstanding in every aspect, unparalleled, I wouldn’t say anything. Also, your temper..."

"Needs to change!"

Comrade Marsh Langley quickly chimed in this time.

Pedro Langley: "..."

"If it were any other girl, given how you are, it would be fine. Do you know who your rival is?"

Flora Loughton took a deep breath, "You are halfway into the entertainment circle; you should know Henry Chapman’s status in your circle, right? Dedicated, low-key, good acting skills, all these are bonus points. Among my students, over ninety percent are his fans. When they mention you, you’re just a capitalist controlling things with one hand."

"Loughton, your son has a good sense of values, millions at his disposal; he’s not as bad as you’re saying." Marsh Langley gave a light cough, still defending Pedro Langley for a couple of sentences.

Flora Loughton darted a look at him.

Marsh Langley immediately lowered his flags and changed his tune, "Well... only we know he’s excellent. In the public’s eyes, indeed, his reputation is not as good as Henry Chapman’s."

Sighing internally, Pedro Langley said helplessly, "How about I give you a few photos together then?"

"Why should I learn from others?" Flora Loughton turned her head smugly.

"..."

If you don’t want to learn, then why make such a fuss?

With Flora Loughton in a bad mood, whatever was said would earn a rebuttal, so Pedro Langley simply kept quiet.

During Flora Loughton’s continued "education," he idly sent the recording titled "Live Education by Loughton" that he just recorded to Nora Scott.

Unaware that she was being sold out by her own son, Flora Loughton carried on.

Finally getting a chance to "educate" her son, Flora Loughton avenged the years "being put down" by Pedro, and once she felt satisfied speaking, she waved her hand, signaling Pedro Langley to get lost.

Pedro Langley left in a state of indifference.

"Was it necessary?"

Marsh Langley poured Flora Loughton a cup of tea, handed it to her, letting her soothe her throat.

"Could it be unnecessary?" Flora Loughton took a sip of tea, moistening her throat before saying, "I recently heard from Butler Loxley that five or six years ago, he dated someone."

"Really?"

Marsh Langley was quite surprised.

They didn’t pay much attention to their son’s private affairs until their son got older; realizing he wasn’t messing around outside and yet had no partner, so Flora Loughton got concerned and later cautiously got involved.

"Do you remember, he initially planned to handle Victor Technology, but then, somehow, he suddenly handed it over to Camilo Nogueira and went off to manage Cool Ridge Media instead."

"Hmm."

Marsh Langley nodded, having a bit of memory about this matter.

Their family had three sons: the eldest was forced to inherit the family business, the second was a wanderer, and the youngest... chose to start his business independently, without using a penny from the family.

"During that time, he wasn’t behaving quite right, and we thought it was because of too much pressure." Flora Loughton sipped her tea again, "I coaxed Butler Loxley into telling me that he had just broken up at that time, and somehow changed his mind. You know, after that, he seemed like a different person."

"Yes."

In Flora Loughton’s words, her least troublesome son turned into a heartless startup machine.

"After all these years, he finally has an eye on someone, regaining some life, looking like a person again..." Flora Loughton sighed, "I’m afraid if he fails again, he’ll revert to how he was."

Marsh Langley gave a light cough, reminding, "You have too little faith in your son."

"Who doesn’t know he’s excellent, how many noble young ladies in high society have their eyes shine at the mention of him? But can love be so predictable? If someone doesn’t like you, not matter how excellent, they still won’t like you. See, didn’t his last relationship fail too?"

Flora Loughton rubbed her temples, looking worried, "And that girl... I always felt she’s unusual, very special. Not the kind of person you can win over by coaxing her, spoiling her, giving her whatever she wants."

"..."

Marsh Langley had no words to comfort her.

Flora Loughton grew more worried, "Now there’s a rival and the rival’s mother. One is the dream of countless young girls, and the other... just look at her social media postings, it’s almost like she’s directly saying ’we’ve got this girl under our wing.’ Such clever tactics. Once the girl’s impression of her goes up, wouldn’t her impression of Henry Chapman improve? The mother-in-law is the primary concern of girls considering marriage nowadays."

"Our family can also provide backing." Not like we can’t!

"That’s just copying others!" Flora Loughton glared at him, "That’ll lower our impression score."

Marsh Langley: "..." Does that really matter?

"Forget it, you just don’t understand." Flora Loughton waved her hand, muttering, "I’ll think of something myself."

"..."

Feeling somewhat frustrated at being dismissed, Marsh Langley decided to say nothing further.

*

Meanwhile.

Still in the car, Nora Scott noticed the audio recording sent by Pedro Langley and, while waiting at the red light, put on her Bluetooth earphones to listen.

"After they’ve met the parents, don’t you have any thoughts?"

Though it was questioning, the words couldn’t lose the soft and pleasant tone, gentle and smooth, with a bit of charm.

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow slightly, assuming Pedro Langley had sent it by mistake.

But the following conversations came rushing into her ears.

"Mom, even the parents took the initiative, why don’t you make any move?"

"You’re blaming me now? If you have the guts, bring someone home. ...Langley, don’t you think so?"

"Yes, yes."

...

"If I knew you had your eye on the Scott family daughter, wouldn’t I have built a good relationship in advance?"

"You think because people think your mom’s mooncakes are delicious, it gives you extra points? Dream on! Those points are for your mom..."

"... When they mention you, you’re just a capitalist controlling things with one hand."

"Why should I learn from others?"

...

By the end, Nora Scott couldn’t help but burst into a laugh.

"What is it?"

Beside her, Henry Chapman looked over curiously.

Putting away her smile, Nora Scott’s lips curled up, "Nothing much."

Just... discovered a little darling.