"Sister, I didn't do it, you've misunderstood me, I really don't know why you fell from the platform, I... I was trying to catch you."
She had seen with her own eyes that she got knocked out by the car, so how come she was fine after just one night?
Rong Weiwei bit her lower lip, feeling aggrieved.
"You were trying to catch me?" Rong Yan sneered as if she could see what was going through her mind, "Are you perhaps thinking, 'why didn't the car kill me?'"
Rong Weiwei was startled and forced a smile, "I didn't, sister, you've got it wrong."
Rong Yan had long been discredited, a washed-up eighteenth-tier celebrity, but she was different, with a promising future. Now, with so many reporters around, she couldn't let them capture a scene that would reflect poorly on her image!
Endure!
She must endure!
"I even had Mufeng go to the hospital to look for you, but all the nearby hospitals were searched, and they didn't find you. The person driving yesterday seemed to be a male driver, sister, were you alright last night?"
Rong Yan knew; if it were not for her nature to strike back, she wouldn't be Rong Weiwei. Was this an insinuation, suggesting that she had been 'picked up' by a man last night and had spent the night XXOO with someone?
Rong Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with her. She lifted her slender wrist and slapped her face with another backhand.
"Slap!"
This slap caused a commotion among the onlookers, especially the paparazzi, who snapped back to reality and frantically used their cameras to take continuous shots at the two of them.
Click-click.
The flashbulbs were popping non-stop.
Rong Weiwei had received two slaps in public, her face could barely hold up. Rong Yan sneered, pinching her chin, her gorgeous face full of pride and defiance, "Rong Weiwei, do you know what I've learned while I was abroad these five years?"
"To deal with those who are good at masking their true intentions with sweet words, don't waste your breath talking to them—just roll up your sleeves and get to work! In the future, spare me your old tricks, or else, I'll have to respond like I did just now, with a backhand to your face!"
Her chin was humiliatingly lifted by Rong Yan, and Rong Weiwei felt a flash of anger, nearly losing control as her eyes glared at Rong Yan, as if she wanted to devour her!
"Sister, this is outside the HuanYu Company, and I have bodyguards with me. This is not a place for you to behave recklessly!"
She gritted her teeth and stressed the words 'behave recklessly', blatantly reminding and threatening Rong Yan.
Rong Yan, from the moment she had waited until now, had done so intentionally to retaliate in public for yesterday's push. She completely disregarded her words, scoffed and looked into her eyes, saying, "Of course, I know this is outside the doors of HuanYu, and I'm not blind, I've seen your bodyguards. But I saw not only the bodyguards but also the reporters. Rong Weiwei, what do you think would happen if I played the recording of your moaning in Shi Mufeng's bed at the age of 17 in front of the reporters?"
"You."
Rong Weiwei's complexion changed drastically, and she clenched her lips tight. Her intended action to call the bodyguards also ceased, as she stared at Rong Yan, shocked and furious.
Rong Yan wore a visor cap, and although other people couldn't see her face clearly, she could see it very clearly.
Weren't there rumors that she had lived miserably abroad these past years?
Then why was her skin still so good?
Rong Weiwei took the most pride in her fair and delicate skin in the entertainment industry, but compared to Rong Yan, she felt like a country bumpkin.
This brought back the memory of when Jiang Meiqi was brought into the Rong Family at the age of ten, the first time she saw Rong Yan, dressed like a little princess in the grand villa.
That feeling of extreme inferiority coupled with envy, so intense she wished she could tear the other person apart!