Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Rong Jiaojiao clutched the phone, her hands almost trembling with anger.
She returned to her room just as her phone rang; it was Shen Xingwei calling back.
Rong Jiaojiao looked at the phone, feeling a surge of jealousy.
Because he cared about Rong Qingqing, he couldn’t wait even a moment, urging her ?
After a long while, Rong Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and answered the call. Listening to Shen Xingwei’s anxious inquiry, Rong Jiaojiao used all her restraint not to lash out at him.
She mustered all her endurance to suppress the fire within her, then spoke with a gentle voice, tinged with helplessness.
"Xingwei, I can’t reach Qingqing either. I used the landline at home, and as soon as she heard it was me, she cursed me a few times before directly hanging up. When I called back, she wouldn’t answer."
Rong Jiaojiao’s voice was soft, "I know I owe her; even though her words were unpleasant, I won’t blame her or get angry."
Rong Jiaojiao intended for Shen Xingwei to see her magnanimity, but unexpectedly, Shen Xingwei said,
"Impossible, Qingqing wouldn’t curse anyone. I know her personality best; no matter how upset she is, she wouldn’t use those unpleasant words. If she’s angry, she’d merely stay silent and ignore people. Stop slandering her."
Rong Jiaojiao nearly fainted from rage.
Before she could think of how to argue back, Shen Xingwei impatiently added, "Forget it, I should know better than to ask you; it’s useless. I’m hanging up."
Without even a goodbye, Rong Jiaojiao heard the beeping sound on the phone again.
This time, Rong Jiaojiao couldn’t hold it in any longer and angrily threw her phone against the wall.
"Why! Why! Rong Qingqing, why don’t you just go die!" Rong Jiaojiao yelled, then sat alone in her room, recalling all the biases she’d faced since childhood.
That night, Rong Qingqing didn’t know how others slept.
Anyway, she slept soundly until morning, only to be awakened by a knock at six-thirty.
Early in the morning, it was Seventh Uncle at the door. Hearing that Old Master Shen, who slept little due to age, had learned that Rong Qingqing was expelled from Shen Manor by Shen Jue the previous midnight.
The matter was done by Shen Jue, but Old Master Shen couldn’t bring himself to scold Shen Jue first thing. So he sent someone to find out where Rong Qingqing ended up and arranged for the driver, Seventh Uncle, to bring her back.
"Miss Qingqing, the old master has spoken. Would you like to return to Shen Manor now? The old master is waiting for you to come back."
Seventh Uncle spoke with a smile, also secretly observing if Rong Qingqing was upset.
According to the security guards on duty last night, when Rong Qingqing was waiting for a car at Shen Manor gate, her mood seemed quite good; she was even able to browse funny videos on her phone, sometimes laughing aloud.
Though Rong Qingqing being expelled in the middle of the night was indeed a spectacle for the servants, the master’s instructions this morning made things clear to everyone.
No matter Shen Jue’s attitude, with Rong Qingqing’s status in the Shen Family, she’s not someone these servants can laugh at casually.
"Go wait for me in the car first; I want to have breakfast first." Rong Qingqing tugged at her shoulder-length hair; she wanted to put on some beautiful makeup and return to Shen Manor looking radiant.
And then infuriate Shen Jue!
Seventh Uncle dared not object, retreating and turning downstairs to wait obediently in the parking lot.