Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“Why should we call her down?”
Li Qin’s face changed when at the mention of that name.
She had made these dishes for Yuwei. That woman who had not even bore the Mo family a child was not fit to eat the food on the table.
“But…” Xia Yuwei still stood up. “Miss He had not eaten since this morning. She’s definitely going to be hungry, so I still think we should ask her to eat with us.”
She would only be able to agitate that woman to the point of submission if they had dinner together.
Li Qin looked warmly at Yuwei, sitting by her side.
She knew that her judgement was right, that girls from a family of scholars would be kind and understanding. If only her Yixuan had married Yuwei three years earlier, then their family would not have lost over a hundred million dollars.
“Alright then, let’s ask her to eat with us.”
Anyway, that woman would not last long in this house. It was only a meal, nothing to make a fuss about.
“Little Wu, please go upstairs to ask He Xiyan to come down for a meal.” She turned around and shouted a command at the maid nearby – Wu Xiaomin.
Xia Yuwei quickly brushed it off with a wave off her hands.
“Don’t worry, aunty. I think I should be the one to go and use this opportunity to apologize to her.”
“You did not do anything wrong!” Li Qin said firmly. She took Xia Yuwei’s hands in hers and looked at her warmly, “Don’t worry, Little Wei. He Xiyan, that woman tried all sorts of methods and tricks in order to marry into our Mo family. You don’t need to feel like you owe her anything.”
Li Qin said in a matter-of-fact manner. To her, this woman with average looks and a poor family background could have never stepped foot in the Mo family if she had not turned his head with her tricks. Therefore, she had always treated He Xiyan with disdain and scorn.
Xia Yuwei climbed up the stairs carefully, her hand never leaving her belly.
“Miss He…” She walked up to the guest room and rapped on the door lightly.
The door opened.
He Xiyan looked wearily at the woman in front of her.
“Come in,” she gestured at the leather chair and motioned for Xia Yuwei to sit.
Xia Yuwei entered the room but did not sit. Instead, she stood beside He Xiyan the entire time.
“I’m sorry, Miss He. I know what I did was wrong, but I really love Yixuan, I truly do. Yixuan loves me too, so….I hope you will give us your blessings.” Xia Yuwei did not beat around the bush.
She was kept waiting on pins and needles with every second that this woman did not sign.
He Xiyan shook her head, her face resolute.
“I won’t sign, Miss Xia.”
She called this woman Miss Xia, even as her eyes could not help but squeeze shut at the thought of Yixuan kissing this woman like he did with her, or even performing the most intimate act between a man and a woman with her. Her heart bled at those thoughts.
She heart had been ripped into shreds.
She curled her fists up tight, this was the only way she could rein in her anger and jealousy.
“Tell me, how much money do you want?” She looked at Xia Yuwei again, struggling to control the hatred reflected in her eyes. She knew that if she did not hold herself back, she would be like those wives in serial dramas who would beat up their husband’s mistresses.
Xia Yuwei’s eyes suddenly widened and tears spilled out immediately from her beautiful eyes. She cried at the drop of a hat, her tears even more believable than any actress.
“What are you talking about? Miss He, what do you mean by ‘how much money?” Xia Yuwei pretended not to understand what she had just heard. “I don’t want money. I just want to be together with Yixuan. I don’t need his money.”
She did not want money, all she wanted was this man. Once this man was hers, money would naturally follow!