The fingers continued to scroll down, and at the bottom of the webpage, there was an interview with Xia An’an.
Reporter: I’ve heard that Lady Xia is also Miss Lin’s classmate. What’s your take on the disruption of Miss Lin’s wedding?
Xia An’an: Poor choice of friends. I hope Xiao Miao remembers this lesson and keeps her distance from those people in the future.
Reporter: So why were you publicly humiliated at the wedding, Lady Xia?
Xia An’an: After crossing the river, the Shen family burns the bridge, climbing up high and then not recognizing people, that’s all there is to it.
Reporter: So what you mean is that Miss Shen got Mr. Shi’s attention and came together with him through your connection?
Xia An’an: I can’t say much about that, but everyone knows my boyfriend is a shareholder at Emperor.
Reporter: Thank you so much, Lady Xia, for taking time out of your busy schedule to accept our interview. It’s been a pleasure working with you.
Having read the dialogue between the two, Shen Cheng couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
The thought of Xia An’an being interviewed with her face swollen up like a pig’s head made her laugh even more.
Having others learn a lesson, yet why can’t she remember it herself?
Telling brazen lies, isn’t that just asking for trouble?
They say birds of a feather flock together; she’s certainly seen that now.
Lin Xiaomiao and Xia An’an are simply cut from the same cloth.
Borrowing her connection? How shameless!
If there was an intermediary, it would be her gambling-addict Dad, right? What does it have to do with her, Xia An’an, at all?!
The room door was suddenly knocked on, and the voice of a maid came from outside, "Young Madam, are you awake?"
Shen Cheng gave a light hum in response and casually tossed the tablet onto the table.
With a loud bang, the maid outside trembled and immediately pushed the door open to enter.
Seeing Shen Cheng sitting on the balcony chair with her legs crossed, the maid was immediately shocked.
The next second, almost reflexively, she rushed to Shen Cheng’s side, "Young Madam! Why did you get out of bed? The doctor said you must rest in bed, or your body won’t recover well and you will have lingering issues."
It was only morning, but Shen Cheng had heard this more than ten times already. She glanced at the maid indifferently and started to slowly stand up, holding on to the chair.
But seeing this, the maid suddenly spoke up: "Young Madam, don’t move, let me help you!"
Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "I’m not disabled. Can’t I walk the most basic distance?"
The maid was anxious and fearful, thinking: If anything happens to you, it’s us who will be crippled! It’s us who won’t be able to walk!
Although Shen Cheng was displeased, she could not argue with the maid and had to let her help her back to bed to lie down.
During lunchtime, Nanny He brought in some ginseng chicken soup, and Shen Cheng just humored her by taking a few sips before going to sleep.
Perhaps because of the fever the night before, she slept very deeply, sleeping through the whole night.
She was utterly unaware that on that very night, more than twenty servants in the mansion were punished for her having gotten out of bed during the day.
Without exception, they all went to accompany Sweet Heart at the gate.
Wondering who Sweet Heart is?
The answer is Shi Yu’s pet dog.
Shi Yu tiptoed into the bedroom, where Shen Cheng was sleeping soundly.
He walked around to the side of the bed with his long legs, elegantly leaning against the wall, lips curled up in a casual observation of the seemingly lazy figure on the bed.
His gaze gradually moved downwards, settling on the area above her chest—
A button on her shirt had come undone, revealing the tender skin and enticing fullness underneath, which was slightly sexy.