Zhang Min used to be good friends with Han Siyu’s mother, Wen Qin, but their backgrounds were completely different. One was like a lofty cloud, while the other was as humble as dust.
On the day Wen Qin married Han Guanghong, Zhang Min was so envious she almost went mad. She swore that anything Wen Qin had, she would seize at any cost.
Wen Qin couldn’t be above her in the past, and now Wen Qin’s daughter also couldn’t bully Zhang Min’s daughter.
It seemed that Han Yaxin was so angry that she completely forgot that her pregnancy report was still in Han Siyu’s hands, and in a rash move, she took Zhang Min to the hospital without a second thought.
They had no idea which ward Han Siyu was in, and with the hospital being so large, they couldn’t search room by room. Unable to find Han Siyu, they could only confront Han Xi.
The two took the elevator to the floor where Han Xi worked; Zhang Min barged into the office with an aggressive demeanor, her eyes filled with viciousness, unlike her usual grace, shouting like a shrew from the streets: "Han Xi, hand over your sister to me. Look what she did to my daughter!"
Han Xi was instructing a nurse when she saw Zhang Min storming in. She frowned and turned to the nurse beside her: "You can leave now."
The young nurse looked worriedly at the fierce Zhang Min and whispered, "Doctor Han, should I call security?"
"No need, it’s alright."
Hearing Han Xi’s assurance, the nurse then left.
After the office door closed, Han Xi leisurely looked up at Han Yaxin’s injured face, a faint smile on her lips: "Is it serious?"
"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Min had an impulse to tear Han Xi apart.
Han Xi stood up and walked to Zhang Min’s side: "If your daughter hadn’t provoked my sister, would she have been beaten?"
Zhang Min’s face turned pale, agitated by the fearless attitude of Han Xi: "You wild girl, with a mother who gave birth but didn’t teach, today I will discipline you on behalf of your dead mother."
No sooner had Zhang Min’s spiteful words fallen, before she could move, her delicately made-up face was slammed with a fierce slap.
"Zhang Min, who gave you the audacity to mention my mother?" Han Xi’s bloodthirsty eyes radiated a chilling menace.
Zhang Min, realizing she was slapped after a delayed reaction, charged at Han Xi in a frenzy.
The door behind suddenly burst open, and Han Siyu swiftly grabbed Zhang Min’s hair, yanking it viciously, with an intention almost to kill.
Earlier, she had heard from nurses in the corridor that a mother and daughter were causing a scene in Han Xi’s office, claiming the daughter was beaten by Doctor Han’s sister. Han Siyu didn’t need to think twice to know it was Zhang Min and Han Yaxin, so she rushed over, afraid Han Xi might suffer a loss.
The door that had just been violently pushed open rebounded and slammed shut again with a "bang."
Zhang Min’s scalp was in severe pain from being pulled; she gritted her teeth and loudly warned: "Let me go immediately, or I’ll definitely tell your father. See how he’ll deal with you two then."
Han Siyu’s somewhat bewitching features wore a cold smile: "It turns out, a slut begets a little slut; all her actions as vile as the other’s. You probably still don’t know the good deeds your daughter has done, do you?"