"I’m truly sorry Miss Cheng, but I can’t do it." Shen Mianmian pursed her lips, her tone was light yet earnest.
"Shen Mianmian, don’t be ungrateful." Cheng Xining was getting agitated, "Do you think just because you’ve seduced Brother Nan, you can marry into the He Family? Aunt Fu won’t agree to let you in, and neither will Grandpa He."
"Thank you for the reminder." Shen Mianmian stood up, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving."
The request Cheng Xining had made was one she couldn’t fulfill, and there was no point in continuing their conversation.
"The matter isn’t settled yet; who gave you permission to leave?" Cheng Xining pointed at Shen Mianmian and scolded, "Sit down."
"Miss Cheng, if you have anything else to say, please say it!" Shen Mianmian faced her.
Cheng Xining looked at Shen Mianmian’s composed face and then at her own furious expression; suddenly, rage engulfed her completely.
She grabbed the coffee in anger and splashed it right onto Shen Mianmian’s face, "It’s that vixen face of yours that has bewitched Brother Nan."
Shen Mianmian wasn’t expecting it and got the coffee splashed on her face. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with iciness.
Cheng Xining stepped back, startled, "What? You think you can hit me?"
At that moment, Cheng Feiyang was also stunned; he hadn’t anticipated Cheng Xining would splash coffee on anyone.
"Cousin, what are you doing?"
"Cheng Xining, have you lost your mind?" Coming to her senses, Yang Xiaoxi grabbed the coffee in front of her and splashed it at Cheng Xining. However, she missed Cheng Xining’s face, and it all went on her chest instead.
"You dare splatter coffee on me?" Looking at the coffee on her clothes, Cheng Xining felt repulsed. This outfit cost nearly five hundred, which wasn’t cheap. She had pestered her parents for a long time before they agreed to buy it for her.
And now, Yang Xiaoxi had drenched it in coffee.
Cheng Xining was both angry and annoyed, and she blamed Shen Mianmian for it all. Seizing the coffee cup in front of Cheng Feiyang, she hurled it towards Shen Mianmian.
A cold voice suddenly interrupted, and as the cup was thrown, He Nan blocked it with his arm. The cup smashed on the ground, and the shards sprung up, coincidentally scratching Cheng Xining’s face.
Cheng Xining, startled, felt some pain on her face. She touched it and found a thick liquid.
"Blood, my face is bleeding?"
Cheng Feiyang was first shocked by He Nan’s sudden appearance, then by the sight of blood on Cheng Xining’s face.
The blood on Cheng Xining’s face wasn’t much, but a facial wound was no small matter. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Cousin, I’ll take you to the hospital."
Cheng Xining ignored him and went to He Nan, grabbing his arm, "Brother Nan, I’m hurt; please take me to the hospital."
She looked especially pitiable, tears falling one after another.
He Nan watched her indifferently, his gaze chillingly cold, "Cheng Xining, who allowed you to do this?"
"Brother Nan..." Cheng Xining’s eyes held a grievous look, "I’m injured and bleeding. Can’t other matters wait until I’ve seen a doctor?"
"If there’s a next time, I won’t let you off." He Nan warned her with a grave voice and then turned to Cheng Feiyang, "Take her to the hospital."
After saying this, he wiped off the coffee on Shen Mianmian’s face and walked away with her.
Finally catching on, Yang Xiaoxi hurriedly followed. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to make a face at Cheng Xining.