She looked at Rong Yan with great caution and asked softly, "Yan’er, can you forgive me?"
"I’ve been dreaming a lot these past few days, always about the past. You used to be so good, so obedient and sensible. You would save any little nice thing for me; it is I who wronged you. I made too many, too many mistakes, one wrong step after another, leading up to this day. This time I have truly realized my errors. Could you possibly forgive me?"
By the end, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
If Rong Yan hadn’t already known how cold and ruthless her heart could be, she might have almost believed her ’perfect’ performance.
But a performance was still a performance, and Jiang Meiqi wouldn’t have made such a spectacle of herself at the entrance of the pany, disregarding the pointing fingers of onlookers, if she truly meant what she said.
"I have no money," Rong Yan declared.
Jiang Meiqi’s crying came to a halt, covering her face and looking at her mournfully, "I’m not ing to you for money."
Indeed, she had e to Rong Yan for money, but she couldn’t outright admit it, could she?
To admit that would mean confessing that everything she had just said was in exchange for money, wouldn’t it?
Jiang Meiqi felt an oppressive blockage in her chest. While she didn’t know what to do, she also seethed with anger that Rong Yan had heard her talk of having no way out and yet was unwilling to lend a hand.
She thought she had hidden her angry emotions well, but in truth, having been pampered and manded all her life, especially in front of Rong Yan, she was really incapable of concealing her true feelings.
Rong Yan crossed her arms over her chest and created some distance, a layer of frost covering her indifferent face as she cooly asked, "Then, Ms. Jiang, for what purpose have you e crying and blocking my way at the entrance to my office?"
"I..."
Jiang Meiqi panicked a little, steadied herself, and reached out trying to grab her, "I just want you to forgive me; I don’t want you to be angry with me anymore."
She had e to a realization. She shouldn’t have opposed this little wench; with the backing of that man, she should have been smart enough to exploit the girl’s soft-hearted nature by playing the pity card.
If it hadn’t been for the fact that the little wench discovered she was not her real mother, things wouldn’t have escalated to where they were today.
She was too impatient back then, unable to bear seeing Weiwei suffer, too forceful with Rong Yan, even involving reporters, doing one stupid thing after another. Now looking back, she was full of regret! If she hadn’t offended that little wench, how could a timid and fearful man like Rong Nanfeng have ever divorced her? Even if Rong Nanfeng found out he had been fooled into fatherhood, for the sake of benefits, he would have certainly joined forces with her to curry favor with Rong Yan, trying to gain more from the Li Family... Her vision was too short-sighted, always thinking the little wench would never discover the secret of her birth, so eager to protect Weiwei that she shot herself in the foot and ended up in her current predicament.
Jiang Meiqi took a step forward, her weathered face softened with motherly tenderness, "Weiwei is already in prison, and I now realize it was her fault. I won’t blame you anymore for putting her there; let her reflect well in jail. I will make it up to you, Yan’er, just give me another chance, please let me pensate you, alright?"
Rong Yan, having seen genuine kindness from Lin Zhiya, couldn’t help but feel an extreme loathing towards Jiang Meiqi who couldn’t even feign it correctly. She took a sharp step back, not giving Jiang Meiqi any chance to approach her, her voice devoid of any warmth, "Are you perhaps thinking that once I forgive you, you can continue to bully your way through Capital City, using love as an excuse to coax me into buying you cars and houses, using the Li Group’s name, while you settle scores with Rong Nanfeng, and at the same time secure a safety net for Rong Weiwei’s release from prison?"
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