Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Who knew that as soon as the phone was set down, it rang again.
She thought it was Li Shengxiao calling again, and with a sense of dread, she went back to pick up her phone. As soon as she saw the caller ID, her beautiful eyes quickly filled with coldness…
The three words on the phone kept jumping on the screen, indicating that the caller was determined to make her answer.
She took a deep breath, held the phone to her ear, and spoke calmly, “Does Mrs. Rong have something to say?”
“Is this the tone you use to speak to your own mother?”
She would recognize that voice even if she turned to ashes.
Five years ago, it was this very voice that pointed at her nose and scolded her furiously—
—Rong Yan, if it weren’t for your father and grandmother, I would have really wished to strangle you, you curse!
—Whose bastard are you carrying? Can’t you stay out of trouble?
—Look at Weiwei and then at yourself. Both daughters, yet all you do is cause trouble and tarnish our family’s reputation. What else are you good for?
—Get out of the country this afternoon and never come back in this lifetime.
Back then, she had just discovered she was pregnant and came back from the hospital check-up, at a loss about what to do, when Rong Weiwei sent paparazzi to take pictures of her visiting the hospital, letting Jiang Meiqi know about it. Throughout the process, her mother didn’t even give her a chance to explain, instantly judging her as guilty.
She would always remember that moment when the pain in her body was nothing compared to the void in her heart, a void so deep that the wind could howl right through it.
Jiang Meiqi seemed very impatient to talk to her, not even willing to give her time for silence, and said directly, “Have you returned to the country?”
Rong Yan came back to her senses from the memories and frowned, “How did you know? Did Rong Weiwei tell you?”
“Hmph, you did sneak back, I knew you wouldn’t stay put overseas!” Her mother mocked her with a cold and disdainful tone no mother should have towards her daughter, “Weiwei has better things to do than to gossip about you with me. It’s because I know people in immigration, I had them keep an eye on your records and inform me the moment you’d come back. Otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark about your return.”
“Mrs. Rong is really afraid of me, what a pity I didn’t come back for you,” Rong Yan said coldly.
She simply didn’t believe that Rong Weiwei hadn’t mentioned her.
If Rong Weiwei hadn’t brought her up, Jiang Meiqi probably wouldn’t even remember she existed.
“Do you think I’d believe anything you say?” Jiang Meiqi was even more indifferent than her and, before Rong Yan could retort, said impatiently, “Your grandmother’s birthday is in a couple of days, and she has been mentioning you for the past two years. If it weren’t for your grandmother, I would send you back where you belong right now. Attend your grandmother’s birthday banquet next week! Someone will pick you up and bring you in, and remember, don’t say anything out of line!”
Not wanting her to ‘say anything out of line’ clearly meant she should come quietly, not telling anyone that she was the daughter who had caused the Rong Family to lose face, huh.
Her answer was met with a dial tone; the person on the other end had already hung up forcefully.
Rong Yan suppressed her anger as she threw her phone back onto the bed, her mood, which had just settled, becoming irritable again.
But the birthday party…
Her temples throbbed.
If there was anything in the Rong Family she still longed for, it would probably only be the warmth of the elderly.
In a week, it would be her grandmother’s 70th birthday. If her grandmother wanted her to go, there was no way she wouldn’t. But if she went, she’d have to face Rong Weiwei and a bunch of other unpleasant people. Sigh…