“What’s with your attitude, Yun Xi? Could you just hurry and ask Miss Han? This is none of your business.”
Liang Xiuqin knew Yun Xi was not going to be easy to budge, but she did not want her to ruin her plans.
Yun Xi scoffed and turned to Liang Xiuqin. “So you brought me here to ask Miss Han for help, so she will talk to Second Master Jiang on your behalf?”
“That’s right, you wouldn’t help me, so why can’t I ask someone else?”
“Why don’t you just ask for their help? It’s not like you have any shame. Why bring me into this? You brought this on yourself, and now you need me to beg others for you? Don’t you think others might think you lack sincerity?”
“Miss Han would only do it if you begged. Who cares about sincerity. Do you get it, hurry up and do it!”
Yun Xi mentally added two more stars to the grade of shamelessness her mother was capable of.
She turned to have a good look at Liang Xiuqin’s face. Her ugliness was much more pronounced in this life than it had been in her last. It now revealed all of the ugliness inside her, and it was more bitter and harsh than ever.
As she inspected her mother’s twisted complexion, it was mind-boggling to her how much inner ugliness a person could possess. It was hard to understand how a person could carry so much dirt and grime under their skin.
This applied not only to Liang Xiuqin, who was standing beside her, but also to Han Wanling and Liang Xinyi who were watching her potential humiliation with eager pleasure.
“Mother, are you sure that if I ask, Miss Han will help?”
Yun Xi turned her gaze to Han Wanling, her pupils exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
“Why wouldn’t she? She’s the eldest daughter of the Han family? How could she go back on her word?”
To be truthful, Liang Xiuqin had no assurance and these words she said were only to comfort herself. And for Han Wanling, she could only hope that she would fulfill her promise.
Yun Xi glanced at Liang Xiuqin and ruthlessly reminded her of her position. “Why would Miss Han help you? Who are you to her?”
“Just because you asked for my help. You asked me to help you speak to Young Master Jiang.”
“Oh? But, Miss Han, are you sure you can move Young Master Jiang?”
“Why not? I was his classmate. He will listen to what I have to say.”
Yun Xi raised her eyebrows in a skeptical look and a small laugh escaped from her lips. However, Jiang Chenghuan, who had been listening impatiently behind a screen, walked out faster than Yun Xi’s lips could move.
“Who do you think you are to think I would listen to you?”
Jiang Chenghuan walked toward them casually, his hands engaged in rolling up his shirt sleeves. He stopped next to Yun Xi and shot a chilling stare toward Han Wanling. “Who are you even?” He asked in an icy voice.
Liang Xiuqin was not the only one dumbfounded by Jiang Chenghuan’s appearance. The faces of Han Wanling and Liang Xinyi turned white as paper at the sight of him. Their meeting had become a situation of veritable panic.
This coincidental encounter was hard to fathom. They definitely had not expected to bump into him here.
How long had he been there? How much had he heard? They wondered in a fright.
“I heard that your name is Han Wanling. I don’t seem to remember you as my classmate. Do I know you? The only people I listen to are my elders. Someone I don’t know like you shouldn’t bother humiliating yourself like this, pretending to know me? I truly don’t respect people like you.”
They had been classmates, but he had never known her. He had had many classmates, and many of them had tried to get close to him by citing this shared experience. He had been dismissive of all of them.
But since Yun Xi had been dragged into these events, he had had to intervene. He had no other choice.
“Young…Young Master Jiang…” Han Wanling stared at Jiang Chenghuan. His sudden arrival had made her mind go blank. With no backup plan, she had been exposed to extreme humiliation and she struggled to find the words to explain herself.
