Xu Xiaoya couldn’t bear it anymore. "There are billions of people working in the world, it’s not just Yan Xixi. If she loves work and wants to strive for a career, isn’t that okay?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan scoffed, "Stop trying to pretty things up for her. If she really wanted to work, what was she doing all this time? Wasn’t she just messing around with San Shao and getting used by him? See? Now she’s made a fool of herself. She didn’t get any houses or cars. If she doesn’t work, she’ll starve."
"Zhou Xiaoxuan, how can you talk like that?"
"I’m just stating a fact. Did I say something wrong? San Shao never truly cared for her. Otherwise, with his wealth, he could have easily set her up with a coffee shop or a boutique, letting her be a comfortable and respectable owner. Why would she need to stoop to being a low-level office worker? Working nine-to-five, battling the crush on public transport only to arrive disheveled and weary, and for what little money?"
"I’m telling you, Xixi wouldn’t starve even if she did nothing."
"What did San Shao give her then?"
Remembering Yan Xixi’s instructions, Xu Xiaoya didn’t mention the boutique. Instead, she just smiled and asked, "Little Xuanyuan, when is San Shao’s wedding? Where will it be held?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⦿fire.net
Zhou Xiaoxuan pulled out an invitation and flaunted it. It was exquisitely crafted and incredibly luxurious. With immense pride, she said, "Have you ever seen an invitation ? I bet you don’t know about these. This is a status symbol; entry even requires an infrared scan. It’s incredibly prestigious! If my husband wasn’t on such good terms with San Shao, we wouldn’t have gotten one..."
When Xu Xiaoya saw it, the proof was irrefutable, and her heart immediately sank. Poor Xixi, she truly has no chance left.
After a moment, she asked cautiously, "Do you have any news about Huang Xiaojue?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan immediately became alert. "Xu Xiaoya, don’t get any wild ideas. Don’t be too greedy. What kind of person do you think Huang Xiaojue is? Is he some kind of refuse collector? San Shao gets tired of his plaything, so he throws her back to Xiaojue? Do you think Yan Xixi is that desirable? Dream on."
"What do you mean, ’refuse collector’? Zhou Xiaoxuan, don’t go too far. What has Xixi ever done to offend you? We were all classmates, after all. Do you really need to denigrate her ?"
"I’m not denigrating her. What standing does she have now for me to even bother denigrating her? She’s nothing more than a faded flower, a spent force. And now she’s actually thinking of going back to Huang Xiaojue! Xu Xiaoya, tell her to stop dreaming. Xiaojue already has a fiancée; they’re getting married soon. Why would he even look at Yan Xixi anymore..."
Xu Xiaoya was so furious she nearly fainted. She scoffed, "Huang Xiaojue isn’t that great either. Xixi isn’t interested in him."
"If she’s not interested, why are you asking about him? Did Yan Xixi put you up to this?"
"I was just being nosy. Xixi wouldn’t do something so trivial."
"Stop making excuses for her; you’re only making it worse. Tell Yan Xixi to get a grip on reality and stop trying to use men as stepping stones. She should be careful not to lose her balance and drown. A woman should have some dignity. Just because she couldn’t hold onto San Shao doesn’t mean she can just go back to Huang Xiaojue. Does Huang Xiaojue owe her something? Is he supposed to just wait around for her? Tell her to stop dreaming."
Xu Xiaoya said in annoyance, "Zhou Xiaoxuan, can you please stop being so hateful towards Xixi? She’s never done anything to provoke you, alright?"
Zhou Xiaoxuan, also enraged, shot back, "Hey, Xu Xiaoya, what’s with your attitude? I was just giving her a well-intentioned warning. Besides, I’m your client!"
"Well, I’m not serving a client like you anymore, is that clear? This crocodile skin, do you still want it or not? If not, then forget it."