Chapter 479: Talking Conscience with Her
“Do you think I’d tolerate you until now just because you’re Wei’s older sister?” Shi Mufeng looked at her with eyes that seemed to see her as nothing more than trash, like an ant he could crush at any moment, and through gritted teeth, he spoke word by word, “You better limit your wilfulness, because if one day I can’t stand it anymore, don’t blame me for making you look bad!”
Being brain dead is a disability in itself, and Rong Yan didn’t bother arguing with a disabled person.
But when the mad dog kept barking at her relentlessly, she could no longer endure it. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk, her beautiful face dripping with sarcasm, “Mr. Shi, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said you were born in the Year of the Dog, because not even a dog has skin as thick as yours. Really.”
Not even a dog has skin as thick as yours.
And she added a ‘really’ at the end.
The sincerity in her voice was undeniable.
Shi Mufeng’s handsome face turned a shade of iron blue, intensely dark with hints of purple, a grotesque sight to behold.
Rong Weiwei stepped in front of the man whose face had suddenly darkened, her watery eyes looking at Rong Yan as she defended him, “Sister, you’re going too far!”
Rong Yan had no interest in dealing with pretentious people. She looked at Weiwei emotionlessly, not giving an inch, “I am just that excessive, and it’s not like you’re meeting me for the first time today. You all know very well I’m ‘excessive’, yet you keep coming back to me. What do you call that behavior?”
“I remember now.” She glanced at Rong Weiwei’s pretentious face and spit out three words, “It’s called cheap.”
With everyone’s relationships so openly hostile, Rong Weiwei still called her sister, who was she trying to disgust?
It’s like disgusting went to light incense for disgusting’s mother, disgustingly awful!
“You!” Rong Weiwei’s eyes rapidly filled with tears, as if holding back with great effort, she then forcefully subdued the moisture back. Trying to be reasonable, she explained, “I know you don’t like me; ever since I came to the Rong Family, you felt I took mom’s attention. Even so, I’ve always wanted you to accept me. Over time, your misunderstandings about me grew, and no matter how I explained, you just wouldn’t believe me.”
Rong Yan’s temples throbbed as she took a deep breath, treating Weiwei’s words like Tang Monk’s chanting.
In front of Rong Yan, Rong Weiwei could still lie without any burden on her conscience, “But I still have to say, that thing with Mr. Huang has nothing to do with me.”
“That day I did bring him back to my place, but not for my own reasons. It was because during our conversation, Mr. Huang mentioned your affair with his son and I was worried he would reveal to the paparazzi that you two had a child, so I agreed to give him a sum of money in private.”
She said it without a blush or a skip in her heartbeat, as if she really did invite Huang Youde over to give him money for Rong Yan’s sake, afraid that Rong Yan’s ‘scandal’ would be exposed to the paparazzi.
Too bad, Rong Yan wouldn’t believe her in a million years. She looked at Weiwei and asked indifferently, “Are you done?”
“If so, please get out of my way.”
She was too lazy to even curse this man and woman; no matter what she said, they both had skin as thick as a city wall.
Rong Weiwei was even willing to say anything to whitewash herself.
Seeing Rong Weiwei patiently explaining to her while she maintained an aggressive attitude, Shi Mufeng’s frown deepened into a scowl as he confronted her, “Rong Yan, what kind of attitude is this? Don’t you have any gratitude? No, I should ask, don’t you have any conscience?”