"Is Shen Jue someone Rong Jiaojiao didn’t want, or someone she couldn’t have?" Rong Qingqing sneered, "Don’t mention Rong Jiaojiao to me. I’m already fuming, been holding it in all morning. I’m starting to regret being too polite to her this morning."
"You’re just too soft-hearted. She doesn’t even have claustrophobia, what good would locking her up for ten hours do? You should have locked her up for ten days to teach her a lesson, see if she’d dare to stir up trouble again."
Rong Ming held nothing but disdain for the antics of Rong Jiaojiao and Ma Li, the mother-daughter duo.
"After Rong Jiaojiao got engaged to Shen Xingwei, that woman Ma Li would attend various banquets every day, enjoying people praising her for having a good daughter and a good son-in-law. A mistress with an illegitimate daughter, even has the nerve to go bragging to those people."
"She only flaunts in front of people beneath the Rong Family’s status. She should try flaunting in front of people who are actually a match for the Rong Family," Rong Ming sneered, "she’s just a mistress who can’t even enter the doors of those respectable families."
Which of those reputable ladies matching the Rong Family’s status would look favorably upon Ma Li?
Yesterday, Rong Honghui took Ma Li to attend a banquet at the Zhao Family, and Mrs. Zhao didn’t even say a word to Ma Li.
"Forget it, it’s too late to regret now." Rong Qingqing smacked her lips, "I bet Rong Jiaojiao won’t dare to show her face anytime soon, she’s afraid of being laughed at."
While the two were talking, Shen Jue came over.
Seeing Rong Qingqing standing there talking with Rong Ming, Shen Jue’s somber expression improved a little.
At least she knows to wait for him here.
Rong Ming didn’t make a sound when he saw him. After receiving a glare from Rong Qingqing, he reluctantly said, "Brother Shen Jue." The rıghtful source is novel-fire.ɴet
Shen Jue glanced at Rong Ming and acknowledged with a hum.
"Thanks for looking after my sister at the hospital last night." Whatever else there was, Rong Ming was genuinely grateful to Shen Jue for that.
"No need to thank me." Shen Jue responded indifferently, not feeling that caring for his own fiancée required thanks from anyone.
He’s supposed to take care of his fiancée, who else should?
"Let’s go." Shen Jue said before moving forward with his wheelchair.
Rong Qingqing followed behind Shen Jue, glancing at his wheelchair, and sighed.
"Where did I leave that wheelchair I used before? Shen Manor is so big, using it as a means to get around isn’t bad," Rong Qingqing laughed to herself after speaking.
"Sis, how did you become so lazy? It’s only a five-minute walk," Rong Ming couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his cousin, with a side of slight disdain.
"Taking even one extra step is exhausting, you’re a boy, you don’t understand how delicate girls are." Rong Qingqing said, eying Shen Jue ahead, and quickened her pace to catch up.
A few minutes later, the three arrived at the villa where Old Master Shen and Mrs. Shen lived.
The butler had been looking over at the door several times already, and upon seeing the three finally arrive, smiled and said, "The soup is ready, just waiting for you. Both of the old masters asked several times why you weren’t here yet, they thought you weren’t coming."
"Why wouldn’t we come when there’s fish soup?" Rong Ming changed his shoes quickly and darted inside, "The fish at Grandpa Shen’s place are raised in the lotus pond, they grow up eating lotus seeds, no fish soup tastes as good as Grandpa Shen’s."
"You’re really something, like a sniffer dog, even during class you can come running," Mr. Rong patted his grandson’s head, "little glutton."