"She has the nerve to seduce Brother Nan and isn’t ashamed, so why should I lose face?" Cheng Xining glared at Shen Mianmian, wishing she could stab her to death.
Shen Mianmian was helpless. "Miss Cheng, regarding this matter, I have nothing I want to explain. If you would like to have a talk with me, I don’t mind, but we need to schedule another time. Right now, I have something to do; I need to take this elderly gentleman home first."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Xining became even more furious and snapped angrily, "Just some old coot, why should his time be more precious than mine? Why should he be sent home first?"
Hearing this, Elder He couldn’t help but glance at her. In his presence, Cheng Xining was usually well-behaved and sweet-talking, but after all, he had watched her grow up and knew what kind of person she was.
In the past, he had only thought that Cheng Xining was overly spoiled, but today he realized that it was not just a simple matter of her being spoiled.
Shen Mianmian’s voice grew colder, "To you, your time might seem more valuable; to me, the elderly gentleman’s time is more precious. If you want to talk, you will have to wait until after I send the elder home. If you don’t want to talk, then forget it."
"Shen Mianmian, where do you get the audacity to talk to me like that?" Cheng Xining was so angry she almost jumped with fury. She had been coddled by everyone as she grew up; no one had dared to speak to her this way.
"Why can’t I talk to you ?" Shen Mianmian’s tone and attitude both became much more assertive. "Even though I was born in the countryside, I don’t think I’m inferior to anyone. Our country doesn’t differentiate between noble and lowly races, so, Miss Cheng, we are equals, even if you don’t believe so, but it is the fact."
She had always accommodated Cheng Xining, not because she was afraid of Cheng Xining, but because she had always thought Cheng Xining was Brother He’s first love, which was why she had been so considerate.
Now that she knew she wasn’t, there was no reason to indulge her.
"You..." Cheng Xining was so angry that her face turned red, but she couldn’t find the words to refute.
Seeing Cheng Xining speechless from the retort, Cheng Feiyang stepped in, "Shen Mianmian, my cousin was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Do you even know what that means? Do you have the nerve to compare yourself to my cousin?" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
"This is between Mianmian and your cousin, what’s it to you? Why are you butting in?" Yang Xiaoxi snapped back, blocking Cheng Feiyang’s mouth with the words they had used before.
Cheng Feiyang was left speechless by the comeback.
"Miss Cheng, if you want to talk, see you at ’Rendezvous You and I’ Café at five o’clock tonight. If not, then forget it."
Leaving those words behind, Shen Mianmian walked away with the elderly man.
"I’m so angry, so angry, why does Shen Mianmian get to talk to me like that?" Cheng Xining was almost crying with fury, pointing at Shen Mianmian’s retreating figure and bursting in rage. Finally, she turned her resentment towards Cheng Feiyang, "What were you doing? Shen Mianmian was so rude just now, and you just watched her walk away? Whose cousin are you, really?"
"Cousin, what could I have done? I couldn’t just hit her, could I? You know I don’t hit women," Cheng Feiyang felt wronged. He had already approached Shen Mianmian once for his cousin’s sake, and that ended up embarrassingly. So why was he to blame now?
"Who’s telling you to hit her?"
"Then what do you want me to do?"
Cheng Xining grew even angrier, too angry to speak.