She looked at Ye Lu with a mocking expression, then spoke in a overtly sarcastic tone, "Well, well, we have the forr Young Mistress Shang gracing us with her presence!"
None of the guests had recognised Ye Lu initially, but at her words, they all gasped quietly.
Staring at Ye Lu with a strange, ridiculing expression, she continued. No newspapers had reported about the proposal ceremony, but the upper class was like paper that couldn’t hold fire. Already, Ye Lu had beco the headline news of the entire elite society.
Ambiguous relationships with the young masters of three financial groups, and an ever-increasing jumble of rumours that ca from nowhere were spreading far and wide.
The rumors had done so much to tarnish her reputation, casting her as a manipulator of n, an upstart who was code for extravagance, lust, licentiousness and promiscuity.
"Yuan Jiayin, I didn’t co here today to argue with you. I just want to say a final goodbye to the old gentleman and mourn him in peace. Please step aside." Ye Lu did not want to cause a scene at the old man’s wake.
"Mourn him?" Yuan Jiayin sneered, "Who doesn’t know that you’ve recently been involved in scandal after scandal, dragging the Shang family’s na through the mud and aggravating the old man’s illness? Do you really have the gall to show your face here? Are you not afraid that the sight of you might make him leap out of his coffin?"
"You..." Ye Lu’s face darkened. This woman was clearly trying to humiliate her, but arguing with her wasn’t why she had co. Nor did she wish to waste any ti on her. "You have no right to stand in my way. I’m here to see Shang Jingchen. You’re in no position to stop . What do you think you’re doing parading around at the Shang family’s wake?"
Yuan Jiayin proudly held up her hand to show off her ring, laughing arrogantly.
"I’m already married to Jingchen, officially making the current Young Mistress Shang. And this ring is my authority. I am the lady of this house now. If I want you to leave, you leave. Get out, or I will have security throw you out."
Ye Lu was shocked as she looked at Yuan Jiayin’s finger. Shang Jingchen had actually married this woman.
She felt a pang of regret for Old Sir Shang.
Despite all his attempts to stop it, Shang Jingchen had still brought this scheming woman into the family. The peace in the Shang family would be disrupted from now on.
Now that Yuan Jiayin was behaving so arrogantly, it seed unlikely that Ye Lu would get a chance to bid the old gentleman goodbye.
She had just turned around to leave when she heard Yuan Jiayin ridicule her, "Disgraceful! Having such a dirty woman here taints my father-in-law’s wake."
A few rich ladies close to the Shang family crowded around her, flattering her.
"Young Mistress Shang, don’t get upset over soone like her. I’d say, with her cunning, she’s bound for a fall sooner or later. I don’t believe Young Master Gu would marry her. Maybe he’s just playing around."
"Can I not be angry? My father-in-law was healthy. He wouldn’t have passed away suddenly if not for the shock of her scandals. Ah, just thinking about it makes upset." Yuan Jiayin put on a sad face.
The rich ladies stood aghast, "Are you saying that she’s responsible for Old Sir Shang’s death? My God, how cruel!"
Yuan Jiayin feigned sincerity, speaking quietly, "Well, we can’t say that exactly. It’s just that on the day the old man died, this woman happened to be in our house. We don’t know exactly what happened. You really shouldn’t spread this around. It doesn’t exactly paint our family in a good light."
However, she was secretly amused. These rich ladies loved to spread gossip during their mahjong gas. In a few days, the rumour would spread throughout high society, and everyone would believe that Ye Lu had caused the death of Old Man Shang.
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