Mrs. Helan got even angrier when she heard this. She threw out the arm that had a cast wrapped over it. That one fling knocked the bowl of chicken soup out of Li Jingyi's hands. "B*tch, b*tch… B*tch…" she snarled, "Get out of here. So long as I'm here—so long as I still live, don't even think about getting into the Helan family."
The chicken soup spilled all over Li Jingyi's arms. Her white, smooth skin blistered red immediately. The chicken soup had been kept hot and fresh very well.
Li Jingyi flinched at the burns, but she did not move from her spot. "Sis… I think I'll disappoint you," she said, voice trembling from the pain, "Because I… I'm already staying in the Helans' house.
"If you don't believe me… You can ask Mingde. Mingde even said that he'll help our child transfer schools tomorrow so that he can be like Fangnian. He'll study in the same school. Then he can be just as awesome as his brother. That'll be nice."
