Old Mada Jiang seed as if soone had her by the throat; her arrogance was imdiately suppressed, her eyes widening in shock and fear as she stared at him, both frightened and hateful, "What do you want to do!"
"I’m just reminding you not to go too far. You’re not the only one who can be afraid."
"If you have the guts, co at ," she spat venomously, "Rong Nanfeng, you’re a grown man picking on us, a widow and orphan, sha on you!"
Rong Nanfeng, his expensive suit spattered with saliva, frowned in disgust, stepping back repeatedly to distance himself from her, wiping his collar with a wet wipe, and said coldly, "Who’s shaless, you or , that’s for you and Jiang iqi to know. My patience with you has limits, and you’d better not push too far. The way you bullied Yan’er in the past at ho... I haven’t settled that account with you yet..."
Old Mada Jiang’s voice was piercingly sarcastic, "Heh, you’re accusing us on behalf of Rong Yan, you have the nerve to say it. I just couldn’t stand that little bastard and dealt with her. What do you think you are? Back then, you didn’t even know she wasn’t your biological daughter, did you care for her? When you were unaware, you were busy romancing your mistress, caring for your illegitimate child outside. Now that you know she isn’t your seed, you suddenly pose as a father, doesn’t that disgust people? I don’t like her, but at least I’ve never pretended. No matter how well you play the role, you can’t change the fact that in your heart there’s only yourself and your beloved illegitimate child! Rong Yan’s heart is harder than stone; do you think playing the good father now will win you any favors with her? Dream on!"
The two exchanged barbs, revealing each other’s shortcomings.
Rong Yan, long numb to such scenes, pressed down her cap’s brim to hide her face, and with an apologetic tone said to the person next to her, "Mrs. Jiang, I’m sorry, it looks like I can’t accompany you to buy the necklace today."
What a place for the Rong family to cause a scene, right in front of the entrance to that branded store; if she went with Jiang Chenyue, Rong Nanfeng and the others would definitely notice.
She wasn’t afraid of the Rong family group, but she didn’t want to deal with them either.
"It’s okay."
Jiang Chenyue didn’t know how to comfort her, feeling an inexplicable heaviness in her chest.
She had looked into Rong Yan’s past and had heard from Rong Yan about her ancestry, but she had never witnessed firsthand the Rong family’s people.
What kind of people are these, the old one being a shaless scoundrel, and the young ones selfish and heartless, each only caring about themselves, not a single normal person among them.
She couldn’t help but grasp the hand of the girl next to her, offering silent comfort. She changed the subject proactively, "Last ti I invited you to my house, you didn’t co. You mustn’t refuse again today when you have ti, right?"
"Uh." Rong Yan paused, instinctively declining, "It’s not appropriate for to go to your house empty-handed, let bring a gift next ti when I visit Mrs. Jiang."
Jiang Chenyue held her hand tightly, refusing to let go, and said with a gentle face, "You don’t need to bring a gift. My ho is nearby, not far, just a few minutes away."
"I also have sothing I want you to give to the little guy, you’ve co all this way, co back with to get it."
Her expectant expression didn’t leave Rong Yan any room to refuse, causing Rong Yan to hesitate, "Mrs. Jiang, he is still young, don’t spoil him too much."
Jiang Chenyue understood her aning at a glance, and said with a smile, "They’re not valuable gifts. What I want you to give him are those ga disks I ntioned yesterday at dinner; they’re just sitting at ho, not worth much and taking up space. It would be nice to give them to him to play with."
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