Chapter 399: Chapter 367: Is the Birth Mother Indifferent Like a Chrysanthemum? The Young Mistress Sabotages Effortlessly 7
Generally speaking, at this time, Ning Fu should be at home taking care of her skin.
Although she doesn’t make a deliberate effort to win over Su Qin’s heart, she values her own appearance, being a woman who deeply loves men. Therefore, her daily schedule is set in stone, and Su Zhiruan reckons, at this time, her dear brother should also be at home playing the piano.
When it comes to this, Ning Fu is quite hypocritical. She believes that a woman’s lack of talent is a virtue, adhering to the old ways, yet she never allowed the original host to learn any skills or talents.
But if you look at the original host’s brother, her beloved son, he’s skilled in all sorts of arts. At this point, he should usually be in the living room playing the piano, with his next step being to return to his room to study programming, and sure enough, when Su Zhiruan arrived at the front door, she could hear the stumbling notes of the piano from the living room.
She didn’t care but simply smiled faintly. Ning Fu might think that by not teaching her anything, she could suppress her, but she didn’t realize that the Su Zhiruan who had arrived now had lived several lifetimes, and the things she knew were definitely more than all of theirs combined.
After Su Zhiruan leisurely changed into slippers, she used her fingerprint to unlock the front door and walked in.
Her movements weren’t big, but opening a door inevitably makes a sound, and the aunt serving at the entrance saw her and gave her a look, then raised her finger to her lips, signaling her to keep her voice down.
But the aunt’s reminder was already too late, as Ning Fu had heard the noise at the doorway, furrowed her brow deeply, peeled off her face mask, and stood up to look at Su Zhiruan at the door, “You actually know to come back, weren’t you very eager to confront me on the street just now? I’ve taught you before that no matter what, you should always keep up appearances. And you? What have you done?”
Although Ning Fu’s confrontational words were delivered in a light tone, they were clearly targeted at Su Zhiruan, and upon hearing Ning Fu’s sharp words, her precious son stopped his piano playing and ran away.
At this moment, Ning Fu was only concerned with dealing with Su Zhiruan and didn’t bother about her precious son running away from the piano in disgust; instead, the servants and aunts hurriedly chased after the young master.
“Keep up appearances?” Su Zhiruan chuckled softly, then lazily placed down what was in her hands, “Indeed, Madam Su did manage to maintain decorum in the street just now, impulsively ready to push her own daughter to another man’s bed without discerning right from wrong. If that’s what you call maintaining appearances, then I have nothing to say!”
Ning Fu was so angry that even her finger pointing at Su Zhiruan began to tremble, but she quickly remembered her persona and lowered her hand, sitting back down on the couch. Her tone turned even colder, “How so!? Did I say something wrong? Aren’t you just this kind of person? Although I gave birth to you and earnestly taught you to maintain dignity and the propriety expected of girls, but you? You’ve thought of nothing but opposing me, never fulfilling filial duties, nor have you ever treated me like your mother!”
Perhaps the original host would have felt guilt and sadness after hearing these words, but the Su Zhiruan who came now had nothing to do with Ning Fu!
Su Zhiruan, with her arms folded leisurely, spoke indifferently, “Look at what you’re saying; anyone who didn’t know better would think you’ve been terribly distressed over me. Forget about letting outsiders speak for me, even if you let them experience a day of my life, they’d probably think this was a wilderness survival show.”
After listening to her, Ning Fu’s face instantly turned gloomy.
In her heart, she was very clear about her attitude towards Su Zhiruan.
The original host lived on the first floor of the villa, in a small room next to the servants, where it was very noisy early in the morning and late at night. Whereas Ning Fu, Su Qin, and their precious son lived on the second and third floors.
This alone made a clear comparison. The original host had many times suspected whether she was really born to this family or if she might have been adopted.
“What’s the use of saying so much? You’re nothing but a waste relying on clinging to men. Even if you told me about those things, I wouldn’t do them!” Ning Fu spoke indifferently, stroking the long nails on her fingers. She wouldn’t even look at Su Zhiruan, not sparing her a glance, “Your kind would do anything to climb the social ladder. The events of today alone are enough to prove your low character.”