Ding—
The elevator finally stopped on the B2 floor.
Susan raised her hand, pointing at the beloved ring as if purposely provoking Xia Zhiyun, "See the ring on my hand? This is the best proof that Mr. Ling loves . Xia Zhiyun, I hope you can show a little dignity. So what if your daughter won a championship? If you have the ability, why don’t you make Ling choose you over ?"
With that, she strutted out proudly.
Qiao Qianmo glanced over lightly and said to Xiyan, "Right now, Mrs. Susan holds much more weight in the hearts of the Ou Family than your mom does. Your mom has nothing to show for herself except so made-up story! Even if you win today, so what? You still can’t stop from confessing to Ou Jue. You still can’t stop Mrs. Susan from pressuring Wei Ou Jue to break up with you. You’d better take care of yourself."
After speaking, she casually followed Susan out.
Damn it.
These two, especially Susan, are just deliberately flaunting their arrogance because Mr. Ling isn’t here!
"Those two bitches, I’m absolutely not letting them off the hook!" Xia Zhiyun said furiously.
The truth is, Xia Zhiyun hadn’t been idle these days.
On one hand, she’s been eagerly waiting for Ling’s return.
On the other hand, she’s been working hard to gather every piece of evidence possible to restore or prove the truth about what happened back then.
But the events happened far too long ago, and back in those days, information and internet technology weren’t developed at all.
Finding witnesses or material evidence has proven to be incredibly difficult.
Xiyan looked at her phone—why hasn’t that mysterious person made a move yet?
Although it’s highly likely due to ti zone differences, the waiting was unbearably torturous.
After passing the stairs ca a small section of steps. When Xiyan and Xia Zhiyun walked over, they noticed Susan and Qiao Qianmo hadn’t left promptly.
Instead, the two were huddled together, whispering about sothing.
From a distance, it seed like they were discussing how the driver had suddenly stepped out for so reason.
Qiao Qianmo was lowering her voice, scolding the driver harshly and demanding him to hurry back imdiately.
Xia Zhiyun smirked, deliberately speaking aloud, "Sweetheart, where’s little Jue? Didn’t he say he’d co pick us up?"
"Oh yeah, he should be nearby waiting for us, right? Let give him a call." Xiyan said as she fished out her phone.
Both Qiao Qianmo and Susan froze in place, then turned their heads toward them.
Xia Zhiyun stretched lazily, saying, "Little Jue is so considerate as my future son-in-law, coming to pick up my sweet girl right away. That’s far better than so people miserably waiting for their drivers to show up!"
The contrast was far too glaring.
Especially when the man they loved personally ca to pick up another woman.
This pain—was far worse than losing to Xia Xiyan in a performance.
Qiao Qianmo’s expression darkened bit by bit, looking absolutely terrible.
Susan’s face wasn’t much better as she shot back, "Son-in-law? Stop flattering yourself!"
"Little Jue has already proposed to our Xiyan. It’s only a matter of ti before he’s my son-in-law, just like Ling—it’s only a matter of ti before he cos back and exposes you!" Xia Zhiyun stared coldly at Susan.
Perhaps this mother-and-daughter duo had always spoken with such unwavering conviction.
As if Ling could truly appear at any mont.
For the first ti, Susan felt a wave of fear surging from deep within.
Xiyan had already dialed the phone. "Hello? We’ve co downstairs. Where are you?"
On the other end of the line ca the sound of Ou Jue slamming his car door shut. "You guys?"
"Yeah, and my mom. I just happened to bump into her when I ca downstairs earlier."
Ou Jue: "There’s no parking near the elevator entrance, so I had to park a bit farther away. Stay where you are and wait for to pick you up."
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