Anger (3)

The new love sat beside Rong Yan, tilting her head a little as she innocently said, "Sister Rong, I am Meng Daidai. You can just call me Daidai."

She used her acting skills that she thought were natural, but in Rong Yan's eyes, it looked horrible. She was caressing the earring on her ear, and with one look, one could tell that it was from the newest Givenchy collection and was a global limited edition item.

With her action, how could Rong Yan not tell that she was clearly showing off?

"Oh…" Rong Yan took a sip of the champagne, thinking that Su Yu should return and get rid of this Blur Meng1.

She really felt terrible sitting next to Liancheng Yazhi's new love.

If she took care of her, others would definitely think that she hadn't let go of Liancheng Yazhi. It would make her seem as if she was jealous of his new love.

If she didn't take care of her—f*ck. Looking at this woman, she felt heavily disgusted and wanted to slap her a thousand times.

Rong Yan was too lazy to care about Meng Daidai, while the latter was trying to read her.

As a result, the two fell into a very awkward silence for a long while.

It was not until Meng Daidai confirmed to herself that this woman, Rong Yan, seemed very easy to deal with. (Rong Yan, "Sister, did your eyes grow at your butt?") With that, she finally decided to take her next action.

Meng Daidai drank the fruit juice she was holding. After a few sips, she smiled sweetly at Rong Yan, looking really shy, cute, innocent, and naive. "Sister, stop drinking the champagne and drink some fruit juice instead. Master Ya said that it's better if girls don't drink alcohol."

Rong Yan laughed coldly. See, she was acting up.

Say, if you don't kill such a woman, it would be hard for even the heavens to tolerate her.

'Young Master Ya said…' Wasn't this reminding Rong Yan that Young Master Ya belonged to her now and that an ex like Rong Yan shouldn't think about him anymore? That Rong Yan should just go where she should go? That Rong Yan shouldn't think about anything else with how old and wrinkled she was while she, Meng Daidai, was still blooming nicely?

Rong Yan smiled coldly. What was this? These were all the things she had gotten tired of playing with in her previous lifetime.

Rong Yan rolled her eyes as she continued to drink her champagne. She glanced at Meng Daidai from the side of her eye, and she said, "Young Lady, I think it's better if you eat papayas."

Meng Daidai froze for a moment. When she realized what Rong Yan had said, her face flushed. Rong Yan was saying that her chest was flat and that she needed to enhance her breasts. Meng Daidai's eyes on Rong Yan flashed with ruthlessness.

Being flat-chested was her biggest flaw. She had tried everything but nothing helped, causing her to constantly fear that Liancheng Yazhi would get rid of her.

After Meng Daidai regained herself, she suddenly looked like she was about to cry. She timidly said, "Sister Rong, I'm so sorry. Young Master Ya only broke up with you because of me. I'm really sorry."

Rong Yan cupped her jaw as she asked, "Young lady, how old are you?"

Meng Daidai froze before she answered instinctively, "Nineteen."

Rong Yan's finger tapped her lips. "Oh, you're nineteen. Then everything that should have been developed should already be developed, right?"

"What does Sister Rong mean?"

Rong Yan smiled at her, pointing at her flat chest, and she said, "What I meant was I thought it was only your chest that hadn't developed well yet, it turned out that your brain hadn't, too."

Meng Daidai instantly stood up in anger. "You…"

Rong Yan interrupted her words. "Young lady, let me give you advice. Stop pressing gold against your face. If you press too much and your face becomes too yellow, you and Mr. Liancheng may end too2. Believe it or not, you'll be swept out of the doors tonight."

Meng Daidai hummed in disdain, shedding her shyness and timid demeanor as she pointed at Rong Yan angrily. She said, "Let me give Sister advice, too. Grab onto Young Master Su when you still have some beauty and capabilities. Stop thinking of what you shouldn't think of."