Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Sister, there’s been a misunderstanding. I didn’t know you would fall off the platform. I was trying to pull you in,” Rong Weiwei said.
She witnessed Rong Yan get hit by the car with her own eyes. How did the woman recover in just one night?
Rong Weiwei chewed her lip as unpleasant feelings filled her chest.
“You wanted to pull me?” Rong Yan saw through the act and laughed. “You’re wondering why I’m not dead, huh?”
Surprise showed on Rong Weiwei’s face and she put on a forced smile. “No. You misunderstand me.”
Rong Yan’s reputation was in tatters—she was nothing but a low-grade celebrity. Rong Weiwei was different—her future was bright and she had to protect her image when the press was around.
Tolerance.
She had to tolerate this.
“I even got Mufeng to look for you but he couldn’t find you in any of the nearby hospitals. The driver yesterday was a guy, right? Are you alright?”
Rong Weiwei would never pass on a chance to go on the offense. She was insinuating Rong Yan was taken home and had sexual relations with the man.
Rong Yan did not bother to entertain the woman. She raised her hand and slapped Rong Weiwei again.
Smack!
The slaps shocked the bystanders, especially the paparazzi. Once they regained their senses, the cameras and mics were quickly aimed at the commotion.
Click! Click!
The camera flash went off a number of times.
Rong Weiwei was slapped twice in public—she was at the end of her fuse. Rong Yan chuckled and squeezed the younger woman’s jaw. Rong Yan’s beautiful face was filled with pride and determination. “Rong Weiwei, do you know what I learned in the past five years?
“There’s no use in talking to fake people who are only kind as an act. Roll up your sleeves and get the business done. Don’t try to pull that crap with me again, else I’ll give you another slap.”
Embarrassed that she was being held down by Rong Yan, anger flared in Rong Weiwei’s eyes and she nearly lost it. She wanted to devour Rong Yan.
“Sister, we’re outside the Universal Studios. I have security with me. Please reign in your obstinance and barbaric tendencies.”
She emphasized the obstinance—there was a threatening undertone.
Rong Yan had waited for the paparazzi to be here before revealing the accident that happened the day before—she wanted the public to know. Rong Yan brushed aside Rong Weiwei’s threat and chuckled. She looked into the younger woman’s eyes and said, “Of course I know where I am, and I’m not blind, I can see that you have protection. I also see the press. Rong Weiwei, what do you think will happen if I broadcasted the recording I have of a 17-year-old you climbing onto Shi Mufeng?”
“You!”
Rong Weiwei’s expression changed and she swallowed the order for her bodyguard. She bit her lip as she glared at Rong Yan—shock and frustration evident on her face.
Rong Yan’s cap shielded her face from the bystanders. Only Rong Weiwei could clearly see the woman.
Had she not been suffering abroad for the past few years?
Why was her skin still so flawless?
In the entertainment industry, Rong Weiwei’s delicate and fair skin was her selling point. However, when compared to Rong Yan, she felt like a country bumpkin.
This moment reminded her of her first visit to the Rong family house. She had been ten when Jiang Meiqi brought her—there, she met the princess-like Rong Yan.
Rong Weiwei was bombarded with feelings of insecurity and admiration, to the point where she wanted to tear the older woman apart.