Completely putting on an air of arrogance.
Absolute confidence.
Of course, the big shot has every reason to be confident.
Ye Xisi chuckled lightly and made a gesture, "OK, OK."
The tense standoff between the two young n seed to ease sowhat.
Xiyan felt deeply relieved.
When leaving with Ou Jue, Qiao Qianmo still maintained her pitiful posture, slumped on the ground, sobbing into her hands.
As they passed her, Ou Jue paused slightly in his step, his gaze fixed ahead, his voice low, "Aren’t you going to get up?"
Qiao Qianmo’s sobs abruptly halted. She raised her face to look at the aloof young man, her tone filled with evident surprise, "Are you concerned about ?"
Regrettably, the young man remained calm, his eyes still fixed forward, not sparing her even a glance as he mocked, "I just don’t want soone holding the title as my cousin to embarrass themselves in public."
After speaking, he left along with Xiyan.
Xiyan turned her head back to glance...
Oh, Qiao Qianmo’s face turned an ashen shade in fury.
Indeed, she thought her sche was clever, she thought she could sow misunderstandings between Ou Jue and Xiyan.
But who would have thought—trying to trick others only led to exposing herself.
Tears dripped onto the restaurant’s carpet one after another.
Qiao Qianmo’s hand tightened gradually on the edge of the carpet.
She refused to believe it.
Her bond with Ou Jue, spanning more than a decade, couldn’t compare to Xia Xiyan’s re year?
Over ten years—how many "ten years" does one have in life?
It was her, Qiao Qianmo, who accompanied Ou Jue all the way to this point.
Why could Xia Xiyan just co and steal him away as she pleased?!
It was really... so frustrating!
Why couldn’t Xia Xiyan just drop dead!
After Xiyan and Ou Jue left, the faint smile on Ye Xisi’s face gradually faded.
He stared at the backs of Xiyan and Ou Jue, lost in thought, as if pondering sothing.
Only when he heard Qiao Qianmo’s sobbing did he snap out of his reverie, crouching down, "Very sad, huh? Why are you so fixated on things that don’t belong to you?"
Qiao Qianmo struggled to climb to her feet, furiously wiping away her tears, "Get lost! What does this have to do with you?!"
"Xiyan’s business is my business. You, ah, are destined not to win against her."
Qiao Qianmo grabbed her bag, "Who says I’m destined not to win against her? What would an outsider like you know?!"
From a young age, she had always been exceptional, and Ye Xisi’s words instantly enraged her.
Turning around, she took out her phone from her bag and directly called Susan.
A round of tearful complaints followed.
After hearing Qiao Qianmo’s words, Susan exploded, "I’m furious... Xia Xiyan, that little tramp, is exactly like her mother! How dare she?! Clearly, Ou Jue’s fiancée was supposed to be my child with Mr. Ling! What does Xia Xiyan even count as?!"
Just ntioning Xiyan’s mother was enough to fill Susan with rage.
If it weren’t for Xia Zhiyun refusing to lend her money back then, the Su Group might not have gone bankrupt.
The hardship she endured in her life—all of it was caused by Xia Zhiyun!
"Waaa, Godmother... Ou Jue says if it weren’t for the ties of blood, he wouldn’t even spare a glance. Now that he knows we don’t share any blood relations, does that an from now on, he won’t pay attention to anymore?"
Qiao Qianmo cried her heart out, completely disregarding her image, snot and tears streaming freely.
"Not pay attention to you?" Susan sneered coldly, "Just wait and see—I’ll make sure Xia Xiyan cries as she rolls away from Ou Jue’s side!"
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