"Can a woman like that compare to Yun Ya? There’s simply no comparison, Miss Shao, you should get your eyes checked." Zhuang Jingmo said with a faint smile, though not overtly forceful, she exuded an undeniable aura. Shao Rongrong frowned and awkwardly smiled.
Liu Cuiying quickly tried to diate, "Rongrong isn’t good with words, I hope Miss Ji doesn’t mind. Miss Zhuang is right, can Shen Xi’er compare to Miss Ji? One is the moon in the sky, and the other is just mud in a stinky ditch. Putting them together is sullying Miss Ji."
These words were quite unpleasant to hear, as if she couldn’t stand harsh words and needed to be coaxed with sweet talk.
"Ms. Liu, you’re joking, we’re all the sa. No one’s superior or inferior. Though Shen Xi’er’s reputation isn’t great, everyone has a hard life, and we shouldn’t speculate without understanding. Everyone deserves respect. Is it necessary to belittle others to elevate ? If word gets out, wouldn’t that put in a bad place?" Yun Ya said with a smile, her bright eyes as black as obsidian, leaving Liu Cuiying montarily stunned before realizing the aning of her words, but she was left speechless.
Yun Ya’s words were so full of reason, leaving no room for rebuttal. To think she, a university professor who lectures on principles every day, was being lectured by a young girl. How could she save face if word got out? Her expression was a bit stiff, though she restrained herself from reacting.
Shao Rongrong felt as if she had been slapped, watching the effortlessly elegant and beautiful girl. Jealousy burned fiercely inside her, and without thinking, she blurted out, "Who do you think you are to lecture my mom? My mom is a university professor; do you think it’s your place to remind her?"
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, a soft smile forming on her lips, looking so serene. In stark contrast to the irate Shao Rongrong, everyone present, who was not a person of insight, couldn’t help but shake their heads internally.
What does being a university professor an when her daughter displays such poor manners? She cannot compare to the daughter raised by a rchant family.
Looking at Ji Yunya, whether it was Old Master Zhuang, Old Madam Zhuang, Zhuang Qingyan, or Huo Rendong, they initially had a good first impression of this girl and now appreciated her even more. When you begin to appreciate soone, objectively, you already start accepting her presence, which is entirely different from rely liking her.
Whether in conversation or deanor, she could be given a score of 100. Huo Rendong admitted that even when his most proud daughter stood beside her, the first person to capture his attention was the girl radiating brilliance.
She was like a pearl, constantly emitting an irresistible glow.
The sound of a "slap" was so clear, and the living room instantly fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Shao Rongrong covered her face, looking at the woman across from her in disbelief. Her mom usually wouldn’t touch a hair on her, and now she had slapped her.
"Rongrong, how have I taught you? Shouting in front of elders, is this your upbringing? Whatever Miss Ji says is reasonable, how could you be so rude? Apologize to Miss Ji imdiately," Liu Cuiying said sternly, continuously signaling to Shao Rongrong with her eyes.
Yun Ya almost wanted to laugh. Was this Liu Cuiying here to make a joke? Educating your daughter should be done at ho, right? This is the Zhuang family, with all the elders present. What does she an by ’whatever Miss Ji says is right’?
This Shao Rongrong is at too low a level, so easily goaded into losing control, making her unenthusiastic.
Shao Rongrong bit her lip and reluctantly said, "Miss Ji, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have spoken without thinking. I hope you can forgive ."
Yun Ya graciously smiled and said, "You weren’t wrong, Ms. Liu just made a big deal out of it. Being yourself is just fine."
See how considerate and understanding she is? Liu Cuiying thought to herself that her daughter simply wasn’t a match.
"Alright, alright, Professor Liu, if you’re going to educate your daughter, do it at ho. In public, you should leave so dignity for the child too." Zhuang Xiyue said coldly, unable to stand Liu Cuiying’s deanor, which was more like that of a commoner than a university professor. Her daughter raised to her sa mindset was not presentable.
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