"Miss Qingqing, are you burnt? Are you hurt?" Nanny Zhao was red-eyed with anxiety; this was freshly brewed tea.
"Butler! Get them out of here! They are never allowed to step inside again!"
Shen Qiao was so furious she was about to cry, "I don’t ever want to see them again! Not even a glance!"
"This shabby place, who even wants to come here!" Liao Yamei stood up, arrogantly pulling Rong Jiaojiao along,
"Jiaojiao, let’s go. Staying in this place for too long just feels unlucky, such a bunch of jinxes!"
Rong Qingqing sat there with a cold expression.
She slowly pushed away Shen Qiao and the others’ hands, then slowly stood up, supporting herself with the wheelchair.
Under the astonished gazes of Shen Qiao and the others, she picked up the cup of tea that Guo Lan hadn’t touched and walked step by step toward the two who were about to leave.
Striding close, she reached out and grabbed Liao Yamei’s hair, pulling it hard.
Liao Yamei yelped in pain.
The next second, Rong Qingqing directly poured the entire cup of tea onto Liao Yamei’s face.
"A long time ago, someone told me that in this world, no one can make Rong Qingqing suffer any grievances."
"Especially not a mean and uneducated old woman like you!"
Rong Qingqing smashed the teacup forcefully at Liao Yamei’s feet, with a loud crash the ceramic shattered at her feet.
Liao Yamei screamed, standing there pale with fright.
"Ms. Liao, you just asked me to consider what my status is. Alright, let me tell you what status I, Rong Qingqing, have!"
"I hold five percent of Shen Group’s shares, I am one of the shareholders of Shen Group, and you, Ms. Liao, in Shen Group..."
Rong Qingqing curled her lips, enunciating every word, "Are nothing."
"No matter what, I, Rong Qingqing, am a rightful girl of the Rong Family; Ms. Liao, you’re not qualified to bully a legitimate girl of the Rong Family."
"I, Rong Qingqing, am different from illegitimate children. I don’t need to curry favor with you, so when you splash tea on me, I have the qualification and the nerve to return the favor in kind. Ms. Liao, do you understand?"
"If you had splashed this cup of tea on Rong Jiaojiao today, once it’s done, it’s done. Rong Jiaojiao would have to swallow that bitterness."
"But when it comes to me, Rong Qingqing, who the hell do you think you are?"
Finishing these words, Rong Qingqing stepped back and slowly sat back in her wheelchair, raising an eyebrow and quietly watching the two in a sorry state.
Afterward, her gaze swept over the butler and others who were dumbfounded, "Aren’t you going to get them out, or are you waiting for me to do it myself?"
The butler finally came to his senses, and without a word, gestured to the bodyguards, who promptly escorted Liao Yamei and Rong Jiaojiao out.
Rong Qingqing sat back in the wheelchair, feeling slightly dizzy with anger.
"Sister Qingqing, you were so cool just now!" Shen Qiao threw herself at Rong Qingqing, hugging her tightly,
"Especially when you said that last sentence, it was really awesome. Second Aunt’s face turned green."
"I saw Rong Jiaojiao’s expression was quite something too," Nanny Zhao chuckled heartily.
Quite the show, wasn’t it?
With each word Rong Qingqing said, it was like stepping on Rong Jiaojiao’s heart.
The identity of an illegitimate daughter is a lifelong pain for Rong Jiaojiao.
The thing Liao Yamei is most dissatisfied with about Rong Jiaojiao is also that Rong Jiaojiao is an illegitimate daughter.
Over the years, young people in the circle have also mocked Rong Jiaojiao for being an illegitimate daughter.
So, Rong Jiaojiao could never fit into this circle.