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Old Madame Jiang heard the whispering discussions around her, her sharp face revealing a mixture of viciousness and triumph.
Intentionally raising her voice to satisfy the curiosity of the gossip-hungry crowd, she pointed at Rong Yan’s nose and demanded, “Speak! You, relying on Weiwei’s kindness to you as a sister and letting you get away with things, have turned the internet upside down, as if you wished to splash all of the dirty water onto them. Now why are you silent?”
“Rong Yan, with so many people here, I want you to explain clearly, are you pregnant or not? Who’s the child you carried behind Mufeng’s back five years ago?”
Cold mockery filled Rong Yan’s eyes, so deep that she didn’t even notice her fingernails digging into the flesh.
She had never imagined that her blood relatives could stoop to such wretched behavior, going so far as to cause such a scene over a role for Rong Weiwei and spouting every word and every letter with the intention of destroying her.
This was her own grandmother, more malicious and despicable than any stranger!
Kim Yien took delight in the spectacle, especially seeing Rong Yan’s pale face, cornered and speechless, her mood was particularly buoyant.
Unable to hold herself back, she scoffed from within the crowd, “Rong Yan, didn’t you hear your grandmother asking you? Why aren’t you speaking? Could it be that you can’t answer?”
Being unable to respond was akin to an implicit admission that everything Old Madame Jiang said was true, and that it was Rong Yan who had been in the wrong!
Kim Yien’s intentions were utterly venomous!
She all but had ‘schadenfreude’ written across her face, and even Rong Yan, however naïve, could see it. Looking at her, she asked, “Was it you who let people in?”
Kim Yien didn’t expect her to be so astute, but she wasn’t afraid. Even if Rong Yan had Director Levin supporting her from behind, what of it? She had board directors on her side! Who was afraid of whom? Having realized this, she straightened her back and with a look of pride met Rong Yan’s gaze, arrogantly saying, “So what if it was me? Your grandmother wanted to come in to find you, should I have stopped her? I’m not like some people who turn their backs on their family once they have a bit of support.”
“Oh, turning their backs on their family? Who is your family? I don’t recall you ever taking the Rong surname!” said the beautiful, calm woman with a cold laugh.
It took Kim Yien a moment to realize that Rong Yan was mocking the fact that she and Old Madame Jiang had no real relationship whatsoever, barely qualifying as an affordable grandmother. Her beautifully made-up face twisted instantly, turning the color of liver, and ignoring her agent’s attempt to calm her, she recklessly retorted, “Rong Yan, stop pretending with me! If you’re so capable, why don’t you explain to everyone here who the father of the wild child you conceived five years ago is?!”
At the mention of ‘wild child,’ Rong Yan’s beautiful face instantly darkened.
Yet, as if grasping a handle on Rong Yan, Kim Yien wore an attitude of supremacy, barely stopping herself from showing outright triumph as she said, “Wasn’t it because you had a wild child five years ago that you had to go abroad? What, you spent all these years overseas and still haven’t birthed that child?”
There it was again, ‘wild child’!
“Indeed. Since it was a child born out of wedlock and shrouded in controversy, why would you keep it? But they say even tigers do not eat their young, and yet you could cruelly have your own child aborted.
No wonder after coming back, you’d do anything to climb the ranks, constantly putting out notices to tie up and step on your own sister. Too bad, though, a crow is always a crow! No matter how much you try to whiten a crow’s exterior, it can’t change the glossy blackness within! If you’re truly guilt-free, then answer your grandmother, where is the little wildling you carried five years ago?”
Her speech was littered with references to a ‘wild child’.
Rong Yan’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and suddenly she took a large step towards her.