Chapter 777: Chapter 777 Su Zixi, This Woman, Has Changed from Before
“Who are you?” Zhixi’s tone was icy.
“I… My surname is Li, with the given name Jiao,” the girl said, slightly ill at ease.
“Li Jiao,” Zhixi repeated with a light laugh, then turned to Li Bo, “You go take a rest. I’d like to have a few words alone with Miss Li.”
Li Bo hesitated for a moment, but remembering that this woman was sent by He Yirong, and would likely not harm the Young Mistress, he nodded his head and turned to leave.
“You can speak now,” Zhixi said to Li Jiao, her face almost expressionless.
Li Jiao seemed even more uncomfortable under her demeanor, her face flushed with effort before she finally managed to say, “Last… last night, Mr. He was with me.”
Zhixi’s hands suddenly clenched.
“‘With you’—what does that mean?” she asked, her smile tinged with sarcasm.
When Zhixi saw this girl, she guessed He Yirong’s purpose. After all, the He Family was like a thorn in Zhuo Yuwei’s side, and their troubles were not unrelated to her. Zhixi could understand why He Yirong despised her and wanted her to leave He Jingyao.
But surely, He Yirong did not think that by sending any woman to claim she had an affair with Jingyao, Zhixi would just believe it?
“It was… it was…” The girl’s face turned crimson, and it took her a long time to whisper out, “He took me… because he’d been drugged, I know he only mistook me for you, but he indeed…”
The girl’s words were jumbled, but the message was clear.
“Oh,” Zhixi murmured, lowering her eyes indifferently, “Is there anything else?”
Li Jiao seemed shocked by her reaction, at a loss for words for a good while.
Gazing blankly at Zhixi, Li Jiao couldn’t understand why she seemed different from what she had imagined. Mr. He’s preferred type of woman was supposed to be like her, but having seen Zhixi with her own eyes, Li Jiao felt that the woman before her was not quite similar to herself.
She was very beautiful—in a subtle and introspective way, extremely pleasing to the eye and not aggressive. She appeared to be a very gentle woman.
Yet facing her, Li Jiao involuntarily felt timid.
Feeling the girl’s scrutinizing gaze, Zhixi threw her a glance.
“There’s… there’s nothing more,” Li Jiao quickly lowered her head, exceedingly uneasy, “Mr. He just wanted to tell you that it wasn’t Mr. He’s fault, he… he did it unintentionally.”
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she choked up, “That’s about it, I… I won’t appear before you again, I’m… I’m sorry.”
After she finished, the girl left as if she had been greatly startled, setting down her cup and rushing out the door.
Zhixi watched her retreat, her pale face showing no emotion.
Li Jiao was still gasping for breath as she ran out.
She turned the corner and stopped in front of a black car.
A bodyguard opened the door for her.
Li Jiao got in, timidly called out, “Mr. He.”
He Yirong responded indifferently with a “Hmm”, turned to glance at her, “Did you tell her everything?”
Li Jiao nodded, “Yes, I said everything as you instructed me to. But…”
“But it seems like she doesn’t care, and doesn’t quite believe it…” Li Jiao recalled Zhixi’s reaction, “She didn’t seem surprised at all.”
He Yirong laughed lightly.
Su Zixi, this woman, is truly different from the past.