Chapter 838: Chapter 838: Rong Weiwei is Indeed a Rat That Only Knows How to Burrow
Rong Yan liked least of all when soone badmouthed Little Baby, and imdiately retorted with a sneer, “How my son is doing is certainly not for Mrs. Rong to critique. However, I do agree with that saying of yours, ‘The dragon produces a dragon, the phoenix a phoenix, the offspring of a mouse will dig holes’! Rong Weiwei is the best example, isn’t she? Right now, she seems to be reflecting in detention, though I wonder if she’ll manage to dig a hole and slip out.”
She hit Jiang iqi in her most painful spot, and with a simring anger, Jiang grabbed her and growled lowly, “Rong Yan, watch your tone! Weiwei is your sister! How can you talk about your sister like that!”
Rong Yan couldn’t fathom why she’d co here to say such things and, feeling very impatient, pushed Jiang’s hand away, distancing herself coldly, “Mrs. Rong, I thought we made ourselves quite clear last ti. What do you an by coming here now and saying all this? Did you not listen carefully to the recording you played last ti, or did you forget it after a night’s sleep?”
Rong Yan continued, “If you’ve forgotten after a night’s sleep, I’m sorry, but I rember it crystal clear. Every word Mrs. Rong said is sothing I dare not forget.”
She rembered it all distinctly, how Jiang iqi in the recording had called her a bastard and personally admitted she wasn’t her biological child, but a foundling picked up from a hospital. Jiang also declared she was unworthy of being a child of the Rong Family, nor did she deserve to be called Jiang iqi’s daughter. She had said that every ti she saw her, she felt utterly sick, that if it weren’t for the sake of Weiwei, she wouldn’t have tolerated her calling her mother…
And in the end, she had not forgotten to instruct Old Mada Jiang to throw all the fruits and nutritional products she left at the door into the trash because they were too dirty to be trusted, unsure if poison had been mixed in them.
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Jiang treated her like a pest, and now she was coming up to her, assuming the role of a mother.
Jiang’s expression beca sowhat unnatural as she listened to her, and her gaze shifted away. However, it quickly hardened as she looked at Rong Yan, “So what if you’re not my biological daughter? At least I raised you for so many years. I brought you up and gave you the chance to soar to success. If I hadn’t picked you up back then, you might very well have died in the hospital corridor. There’s a saying that the grace of upbringing is greater than that of birth. I painstakingly raised you, and just because I’m not your biological mother, you think you can turn your back on just like that? That’s no way to behave!”
Rong Yan finally understood where Rong Weiwei got her talent for twisting the truth, as she looked coldly at Jiang making a scene by grabbing her. From this close distance, she could see that Jiang had not been doing well recently; not only did fatigue show in the corners of her eyes, but notable wrinkles had also ford. In the past, Mrs. Rong, accustod to luxury, would never have tolerated such “unglamorous” marks on her face. Even if natural aging would inevitably cause them, she would have sought out the best beauty salon and dical treatnts to remove them.
But this ti Jiang iqi had co with wrinkles that couldn’t be concealed, showing just how much she had fretted over Weiwei’s predicant.
Rong Yan had long grown numb to her, not feeling the slightest ripple inside, “Is Mrs. Rong throwing a tantrum at ? Do you really need to repeat myself for you to feel better?”
“Fine. I’ll say it again. I don’t owe you anything, nor do I owe the Rong Family anything. You don’t need to keep using the fact that you picked up from the hospital to press . Even the greatest gratitude runs out one day; moreover, the gratitude you talk about is not as pure as you claim it to be.”
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