Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Wen Shan felt like she would need to start communicating with Le Tian using messages in a bottle if this went on, so she chose to keep quiet.
“Add me back on WeChat,” Wen Shan said stubbornly. This was the main reason she came over.
“If you have time to add me, why don’t you go and see your Papa Nalan instead? That woman’s skills are of high standards. Be careful, one day your Papa Nalan would really disappear,” Le Tian sneered, but Wen Shan heard the genuine concern in her firm reminder.
They both knew what kind of person Mu Qi was. She was shameless to the core, was there honestly any goodness left in her?
Probably not.
Wen Shan turned and leaned on the table, her back to Le Tian. “It should be quite unlikely. Nalan Chunbo is not the kind to be cheated so easily.”
“In this world, there is only one kind of person who will not cheat you, and that is Grandpa Mao on our Chinese Yuan. That person is the only man who will not betray you.” Le Tian finished tidying her table, took her phone and called a merchant to ask if the materials she ordered were ready.
Wen Shan did not refute Le Tian’s words, but she felt like Nalan Chunbo was not that type of person. Why would he be attracted to someone like Mu Qi?
He should not be attracted.
Wen Shan thought about, becoming unsure of herself.
Mu Qi did not study the same field as them. She had studied design and had earned full scholarships every time. Wen Shan used to say that God had given this woman intelligence, but also a greedy and filthy heart.
Her skill was evident.
Her tricks were endless.
But her integrity? It was nonexistent.
Wen Shan felt her confidence come back to her.
Mu Qi had made it clear on TV that she had her eye on Nalan Chunbo.
Ring, ring!
Wen Shan heard the doorbell ring, then turned around and saw that Le Tian was still arguing with the supply merchant. Sighing, she went to open the door herself. She pitied the supply merchant.
“I told you three days ago that I needed them yesterday. You told me that the materials had not arrived yet. It is already 3:30pm today and you’re still telling me that the materials have not arrived? Sir, are you trying to tell me that I don’t have the money to pay for them?”
Wen Shan closed the study room door and could still hear Le Tian growling. What a scary woman.
Ring, ring!
Wasn’t the person at the door tired of ringing the bell so many times?
Wen Shan quickly went to open the door. ” Who –” Wen Shan trailed off as she looked down at a small boy who was tiptoeing and leaning against the door, his tiny hand gripping the doorbell. He seemed to be around Ye Xicheng’s age, but he was a bit shorter.
Wen Shan stared down at him.
Ding Yuejia stared up at her.
“Hey kid, who are you looking for?”
“Who are you?”
They both spoke at the same time. The brat seemed like the rude type.
Ding Yuejia looked at Wen Shan up and down, then squared his shoulders, and stared up at Wen Shan defiantly. “I’m looking for Le Tian the swindler.”
Ouch.
Wen Shan turned to look inside. The woman in the study room looked exasperated. Wen Shan turned to the brat again. “Come in first, Le Tian is on the phone.”
Ding Yuejia struggled to pull his small luggage in. Wen Shan blinked. What was going on?
Was this brat moving house?
“Did you have to go all the way to the moon just to open the door?” Le Tian finished her phone call and exited the study room. She saw Ding Yuejia who was pulling his luggage inside and froze. Le Tian looked like she had just seen a ghost. “You little brat, why are you here?”
