Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
To look like a poor person, Mrs. Gao didn’t wear any jewelry but a most humble-looking barrette before coming. That barrette was a gift from her daughter. It was expensive indeed, but only a few people in China knew about PORE as a brand. So, Mrs. Gao didn’t expect it to be recognized by a help.
“You… What are you talking about? I bought this from a street stall, it only cost tens of yuan,” she said.
“We can find out if it only cost tens of yuan on PORE’s official website,” Lusang curved her lips while saying, her eyes were filled with coldness. “However, no matter how much this barrette is worth, I don’t intend to forgive you. Because I hate people like you, who like to pretend to be poor and take advantage of your seniority the most.”
“Who are taking advantage of their seniority?” Hearing her, Gao Shengyuan immediately pulled a long face and said, “We’re kneeling on the ground to beg you, what else do you want?”
“Forgive you or not, that’s my own decision to make. Do I have to forgive you because you’ve kneeled to beg me?” Said Luosang blandly, “When those people dragged my hair and hit me, I asked them to stop, but did they? You claim to be innocent, can you prove that? You have no proof. If you can solve every problem by simply talking, what does the world need law and police for?”
“You…” Gao Shengyuan shivered in anger.
“I’m sorry, I think you’re not forgiven by her,” Nian Junting interrupted him, smiled faintly and said, “She’s right. If you’re innocent, you can tell that to the police, instead of me. And, I’m not the one who’s troubling you, your employees are. So, you shouldn’t come to me to make a scene.”
“Security, kick them out. It’s so early in the morning, but they’ve already ruined my good mood,” he then said to the security guards.
Before Gao Shengyuan and his wife said another word, they were dragged out of the front gate by security guards.
As Luosang wheeled Nian Junting into the elevator, Xiaosi quickly followed, said to her with great interest, “Sister, I really need to look at you with new eyes. If you’re four or five years younger, I’ll definitely chase you.”
Luosang smiled, remained silent.
Nian Junting also looked at her with surprise, said, “You’re just a carer, but how do you know so much about that barrette? You know where it is from, and even know its price so clearly.”
“I used to look after a patient who’s returned from Italy. She worked in the fashion industry and knew these stuff quite well. I’ve learned some from her.” Luosang had made up a convincible explanation long ago.
“So Gao Shengyuan and his wife aren’t as poor as they claim to be. They’re still rich, but don’t want to spend their money,” said Xiaosi while clenching his right fist to punch his left palm, “But I thought you’d forgive them. After all, most women are soft-hearted.”
“I don’t think I need to be soft-hearted to the ones who got what they deserved,” Luosang dropped her cold eyes and said. Before, she might forgive people like them, but after all that she had been through, her heart had become harder than anyone’s. “No matter how old they are, they’ve made mistakes, and they need to pay for that. And… if I forgive them, Mr. Nian would… punish me afterward, wouldn’t he?” She continued.
After she said that, the elevator became strangely quiet.
A while later, Xiao Si burst into laughter and said, “Haha, Tingting, your carer is so interesting. I haven’t seen such an interesting person around you for long.”
Nian Junting gazed at Luosang with a complicated look.
He didn’t want Luosang to forgive Gao Shengyuan, and he hoped she could understand. However, he now felt embarrassed when she said that out loud.
“Ah, but how do you know he doesn’t want to forgive Gao Shengyuan?” Asked Xiaosi.
Nian Junting also looked at her with curiosity.
Luosang took a deep breath and said, “I think… Mr. Nian is narrow-minded and bad-tempered, so he has no reason to forgive him…”
Nian Junting was speechless.