Every word, every sentence, felt like a knife stabbing into Guo Lan, the mother’s heart, yet Liao Yamei still maintained that tone and demeanor of "I’m doing this for your own good."
"If Second Madam Shen doesn’t know how to speak, then say less. The more you say, the more your face will fall to the ground for others to step on."
Rong Qingqing spoke calmly and slowly, "But you did say one thing right, the Shen Family is indeed used to keeping idlers, and if we talk about the idlest, it’s you."
Liao Yamei had determined that Guo Lan’s temper was at most the silent treatment, so she came here often over the past six months to pick on her.
Every time she saw Guo Lan angry, Liao Yamei felt particularly at ease.
But Liao Yamei didn’t expect that the usually mild Rong Qingqing would be the first to pierce her with words while sitting there.
"Rong Qingqing, when did you become so ill-mannered? When elders speak, when is it your turn to interrupt?" Liao Yamei’s face turned cold.
Nowadays, whenever she mentioned or saw Rong Qingqing, she wished she could tear her apart.
If it weren’t for Rong Qingqing, Shen Xingwei wouldn’t have to be lying in the hospital and being scolded by the old man.
"Didn’t you see my aunt can’t be bothered with you? If I don’t deal with you, letting an elder be neglected would be truly ill-mannered."
Rong Qingqing had Shen Qiao push her over, continuing, "What do you want to talk about? Come, I’ll chat with you. My aunt has been taking care of me all day, she’s so tired she doesn’t want to talk."
"Oh, you wanted to talk about Shen Jue just now, right?" Rong Qingqing turned and said to Shen Qiao, "Go upstairs and call your brother down, tell him your second aunt misses him and wants to see him."
Although Shen Qiao didn’t know why Rong Qingqing suddenly wanted her to get her brother, she did whatever Rong Qingqing said.
"Rong Qingqing!" Liao Yamei suddenly jumped up as if struck by lightning.
Seeing that Shen Qiao was really about to call Shen Jue, Liao Yamei quickly called Shen Qiao back, "Since your brother is resting, there’s no need to call him down."
Shen Jue was taken by the old man at a very young age to be personally taught and nurtured.
He was never a person who was close to others from a young age.
Always with a stern face, his eyes like a scanner that sees through everything. When his gaze would land on her, Liao Yamei would involuntarily feel a bit nervous.
Especially after Shen Jue took over the Shen Group following his short-lived father’s passing, Shen Jue gave off an even stronger sense of decisive and unwavering authority.
Liao Yamei had heard her husband mention many times about the impactful actions Shen Jue had taken since holding a position at the company.
Even her husband often said that Shen Jue is increasingly resembling the old man in his younger days.
And yet, the person Liao Yamei feared the most at home was the old man.
Though the old man has mellowed with age compared to his younger days.
Thus, Liao Yamei has a sincere fear of Shen Jue.
Even if Shen Jue is currently down and out, having lost the qualification to hold power in the Shen Group, Liao Yamei still doesn’t enjoy facing him.
His eyes, like dead ponds, always kept her on edge.
Therefore, Liao Yamei only dared to vent her sharp tongue on Guo Lan, her sister-in-law, when Shen Jue was not around.
Shen Qiao glanced at Rong Qingqing. Seeing Rong Qingqing give her a nod to return, Shen Qiao happily ran back to stand behind Rong Qingqing like a little attendant.
"Qiaoqiao is very obedient." Liao Yamei gritted her teeth and sat back down, "Someone who didn’t know better might have thought you were Rong Qingqing’s maid."
Shen Qiao shrugged and ignored it.