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Chapter 72 - 72 071 Love Rival Comes Knocking Changling Strikes Back
Chapter 72 - 72 071 Love Rival Comes Knocking Changling Strikes Back
?Chapter 72: 071: Love Rival Comes Knocking, Changling Strikes Back (Second Update) Chapter 72: 071: Love Rival Comes Knocking, Changling Strikes Back (Second Update) Mr. Zou had another demand, which he emphasized, “After the divorce, the child must be mine.”
Xie Shang agreed, “Okay.”
Feeling surprised by the swift agreement, Mr. Zou was a bit incredulous, “Really okay?” Although he had heard that Boss Xie’s family were all heavyweight lawyers and that Ruyi Pawnshop could handle anything, he still questioned, “My wife is really tough, most men can’t beat her; are you sure you can help me gain custody?”
“Okay.”
Reassured, Mr. Zou let out a sigh of relief.
Xie Shang took off the USB drive, “Do you have a backup of this video?”
He looked up at Mr. Zou sitting opposite him.
The overwhelming pressure made Mr. Zou chill at the spine, and he swore immediately, “I don’t, I’ve deleted everything else, I swear.”
He didn’t have the guts.
If he had the guts, he wouldn’t always be beaten up at home.
*****
Dihong Hospital.
Wen Changling had just finished lunch, resting in the duty room.
A colleague came over to inform her, “Changling, someone’s looking for you outside.”
Wen Changling got up and went out. Upon seeing the person waiting outside, she frowned slightly.
She approached, “Miss Fang.”
It was the Miss Fang Jiyin, whom Jhiang Youyou had mentioned as toxic.
As if the previous complaint incident never happened, Fang Jiyin’s eyes were soft and her demeanor gentle and graceful, “It’s not convenient to talk here, can we go somewhere else?”
Wen Changling followed Fang Jiyin to a stairwell.
No one was around, and there were no cameras. Their voices echoed as they spoke.
Fang Jiyin was the first to speak; she seemed a bit impatient, although she hid it well, “Do you know why I’m looking for you?”
“I know.”
How obsessed was Fang Jiyin with Xie Shang? To what extent?
Jhiang Youyou described it like this, Fang Jiyin saw every woman who appeared beside Xie Shang as an imaginary rival.
“Then you should also know that I’m Xie Shang’s cousin, right?”
Wen Changling nodded.
She also knew that Fang Jiyin had no blood relation to Xie Shang.
“I heard you’re dating my Big Brother Si,” Fang Jiyin eventually got to the point.
Wen Changling didn’t intend to pretend ignorance, and without much expression, she acknowledged, “Yes.”
“What right do you have?”
These words blurted out from Fang Jiyin, filled with anger and resentment.
No one could sympathize with her, how devastated she felt when she heard the news, and how much she wanted to confront Xie Shang, why out of all the choices he had to pick someone as lackluster as her.
She actually lost to a deaf girl.
Realizing she had lost her composure, she took a deep breath and quickly adjusted, her tone becoming calm again, “Miss Wen, I don’t mean anything else, just wanted to remind you that you and my Big Brother Si are from different worlds. His family will decide on his marriage matters. You, with this,” she glanced at Wen Changling’s ears, “are not a match for him. The elders of the Xie and Su families will never agree.”
Wen Changling just listened, without anger or argument.
Fang Jiyin appeared to be understanding, attempting to appeal to emotions with her words, “I know these words are cruel, but as a woman, I still hope you can give it some thought. Since it’s a matter with no outcome, why waste time? Better to cut your losses early. After all, a young girl’s prime years are limited and can’t be wasted.”
Wen Changling found it very odd.
“Your complaint against me last time was because of Xie Shang, right?” She didn’t understand this superficial act, “So, what are you pretending now? You obviously hate me.”
The facade that she had been maintaining with clenched teeth crumbled in an instant; Fang Jiyin’s face turned hideously pale, the veins on her neck bulging.
“You’re quite proud, aren’t you? Proud to be Xie Shang’s girlfriend, are you?” she stood on the steps, looking down at Wen Changling, her gaze unapologetically scornful and disdainful, “Miss Wen, do you think you’re worthy?”
Like a chrysanthemum, she remained indifferent, not competing or scrambling.
The online comments and the rumors on Lotus Pond Street were equally unreliable.
Seeing Miss Fang’s fury and agitation, Wen Changling kindly reminded her, “Miss Fang, don’t get too excited. There are no cameras here; if you get sick, others might think it’s my fault.”
Someone chuckled.
Wen Changling looked up and saw a dark green skirt hem entering her field of vision.
“Sorry about that.”
The owner of the skirt came downstairs, walking leisurely without any embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping. The dress was beautiful, and so was its wearer; she had single eyelids, but her eyes were large, her lips full, and her smile radiant.
She came up beside Wen Changling, “Miss Wen, you don’t need to worry. If she gets sick, I can testify for you. I saw with my own eyes it was her going crazy, it has nothing to do with you.”
Fang Jiyin shouted in anger, “Guan Qingyu!”
Guan Qingyu turned her head, made a gesture of pushing her hands down in sync with a deep breath, “Don’t get excited, by no means get excited, you’re going to have an attack.”
Fang Jiyin had asthma.
She gripped the staircase railing, her breathing became heavy, and her face turned pale the moment Guan Qingyu appeared.
“Do you know me?” Wen Changling was sure; she had never met this Miss Guan.
“I’m Xie Shang’s classmate, and I’ve heard of you.”
Guan Qingyu was very curious about Wen Changling, her gaze unavoidably falling on her. She tried to restrain herself, not to appear too odd, and smiled amiably.
Gu Yihuan must have an interesting taste; she was clearly a pearl covered in dust, with an intriguing disposition.
A colleague called out to Wen Changling from outside.
Guan Qingyu waved her hand cheerfully, “Go ahead with your work.”
As the lunch break was over, Wen Changling had to return to work. She nodded to Guan Qingyu, ignoring Fang Jiyin, and left first.
After the stairwell door closed, Guan Qingyu’s smile vanished, and she looked at Fang Jiyin with poised tranquility, “You say she’s not worthy, then who is? You?”
Fang Jiyin responded off-topic, “I thought you’d be on my side.”
She and Guan Qingyu had known each other since childhood, and they knew each other’s thoughts well.
Guan Qingyu laughed dismissively, “Who’s on your side? Don’t flatter yourself.” Guan Qingyu was the prized granddaughter of the Guan Family, always confident and bright-eyed, “I’ve never considered you a rival. Even though I didn’t know what Xie Shang would fancy, I knew it definitely wouldn’t be someone like you. You’re way off.”
Having said that, she turned and left with her skirt swinging emphatically.
Fang Jiyin gripped the railing tightly, took out medicine from her bag, placed it in her mouth, and took deep breaths. After stabilizing her breathing, she opened her eyes, the corners red with anger.