"Sister, stop joking around. You don't have a recording. If you did, you would have released it a long time ago. Why would you wait until now?" Rong Weiwei's lips still bore a poised and generous smile, but her eyes were colder than the October wind, "Let go of me now or I'm calling security."
Tsk—
Rong Weiwei wasn't completely foolish, at least not that easily tricked. Rong Yan raised her eyebrow slightly, her beautiful eyes defiant, "You can try. I don't care. After all, it's not a recording of me moaning."
"..."
Her confidence made Rong Weiwei, who had been eighty percent sure, start to feel uncertain.
A thief is always a thief, even the most arrogant thief feels guilty, and Rong Yan knew she wouldn't dare to take that bet with her. Seeing her look of unwillingness and angry indignation, Rong Yan felt much better. She squeezed Rong Weiwei's chin a little harder, leaned in, and said, "Rong Weiwei, I came today not only to return the slap you gave me yesterday, but also to tell you that I'm back!"
"I'm going to strip away your fake exterior layer by layer, expose your filthy insides to the public, and I will pay you back, bit by bit, for everything you owe me!"
Perhaps it was the deep, icy coldness of her gaze that made Rong Weiwei's brow furrow slightly, a twinge of anxiety in her heart, "I don't know what you are talking about..."
Rong Yan looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, not giving a straight answer but suddenly said, "Oh, and just a friendly reminder, I see your forehead getting dark and your love palace overshadowed—a sign of wearing a green hat."
In her five years abroad, aside from working hard to earn money for Little Baby's treatment, she learned quite a bit, including fortune telling, in which she had never been mistaken.
A touch of green on Rong Weiwei's brow and darkness on her forehead indicated a string of bad luck was coming—so, she was just honestly reminding her.
"Watch out for a green pasture growing over your head~"
Rong Weiwei's cheeks showed signs of annoyance, reaching her limit of endurance, "Sister, Mufeng is not that kind of person!"
Rong Yan scoffed, neither confirming nor denying.
Ha ha ha, if Shi Mufeng wasn't that kind of person, he wouldn't have been seduced by her, doing the shameful deed with her in the restroom.
She had said about enough; whether Rong Weiwei believed her or not was Rong Weiwei's business, not hers. All she wanted... Rong Yan's gaze swept past the side.
Suddenly, she said, "The previous two slaps were just the interest. Now here comes the actual payback."
"What?"
Rong Weiwei was still angry at what Rong Yan had just said, her body suddenly lost balance, her ankle twisted, and she screamed as she tumbled out, smack onto the road. A car in front braked hard, missing her by just two meters.
No matter how mature Rong Weiwei was, the fear made her face pale, "Ah!!"
The paparazzi, initially unresponsive, caught up and shamelessly captured the scene of Rong Weiwei's embarrassment...
In the flashes of camera lights, Rong Yan bent down high above, locking eyes with the now terrified Rong Weiwei, and said each word deliberately, "Rong Weiwei, I'm back. Remember this from now on; don't try to be sneaky with me. Whatever game you play, I'll pay you back double. Do you understand now?"
"..."
The abruptly stopped car was still not far away, the media lights flashing painfully in her eyes. Rong Yan, resplendent in the lights, appeared like a devil claiming lives. With a buzzing in her ears, Rong Weiwei clenched her fists tightly, watching the person who had just sought revenge on her walk away triumphantly.
Rong Yan! She would be waiting!
Her bodyguards and assistant finally reacted, frantically rushing to help her up and shield her from the journalists' camera flashes.
In the distance at the mall, a young boy as delicate and pretty as a doll spotted a familiar figure passing by and suddenly chased after it with his little short legs as fast as the wind.
Mom!
It's Mom!