Her face was ashen as she subconsciously dialed another number. She didn’t know when she had managed to morize this number, which she had never dialed before.
The person on the other end was overjoyed upon hearing her voice. "Xixi, where are you? I just went to your house to look for you and didn’t find you..."
Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I was on my way to the hospital with my mom when I got stopped at the XX intersection. Wan Donglin, you need to co now! Don’t keep waiting for a second! Please, help this one ti. After this, I’ll do whatever you ask..."
From the phone, she could hear Wan Donglin’s hearty laugh. "Alright, you wait there. I’ll be there right away."
「anwhile, Huang Xiaojue was forcefully dragged by his mother that day to have a al with Zhou Xiaoxuan’s cousin, Tongtong.」
This was their second face-to-face eting since the arranged date.
Tongtong was an all-around suitable match, which pleased Huang Xiaojue’s mother to no end.
Upon seeing the tall and handso Huang Xiaojue, Tongtong was smitten at first sight. After hearing from Zhou Xiaoxuan that Huang Xiaojue had been promoted to regional manager with a bright future ahead, she was even more satisfied.
That day, Zhou Xiaoxuan played host, enthusiastically inviting friends and relatives to play mahjong to create an opportunity for her cousin and Huang Xiaojue. She had known Huang Xiaojue since her first day of college. Back then, however, she was a chubby girl with a flat nose, and despite her best efforts, she could not win Huang Xiaojue’s heart.
Later, when she learned that Huang Xiaojue had always liked Yan Xixi, she was heartbroken and felt powerless.
She didn’t work after graduation. Instead, she used several hundred thousand yuan from her family to get plastic surgery in South Country. Half a year later, she had transford into a typical beauty with big eyes and a tapered chin, and she quickly reeled in her current wealthy husband.
After marrying into a wealthy family, she had finally given up on Huang Xiaojue, but she was still unwilling to see Yan Xixi win him over. Therefore, she tried every ans to introduce Huang Xiaojue to her cousin.
Huang Xiaojue’s mother was completely satisfied with the prospect of having a customs officer as a daughter-in-law and feared anything might go awry. As soon as she heard Yan Xixi’s incoming call, she decisively grabbed the phone from her son and hung up.
Seeing the argunt between mother and son, Tongtong tactfully excused herself to use the washroom and left.
Huang Xiaojue’s expression darkened. He quickly stood up and said, "I apologize, everyone. I have sothing to attend to and must leave now."
Huang Xiaojue’s mother grabbed him. "Son, where are you going?"
"I have... sothing I need to attend to..."
"Sothing you need to attend to? You think I don’t know what it is? It’s nothing important."
Zhou Xiaoxuan broke the tense silence, speaking bluntly, "Is Yan Xixi looking for you?"
Huang Xiaojue’s mother awkwardly demurred, "Well... actually, it’s not entirely..."
Zhou Xiaoxuan picked up a mahjong tile. She lifted it but then didn’t imdiately set it down. With a charming smile, she said, "Xiaojue, there’s sothing I’ve always been hesitant to say, but I can’t bear to watch you be fooled..."
Huang Xiaojue’s mother imdiately asked, "What is it?"
"Yan Xixi dropped out halfway through her junior year of university; you know that. But was it *really* because her family was poor? No! It was because she was lazy and indulgent, always looking for shortcuts to make quick money. Plenty of poor students take out student loans, they scrimp and save, and they all manage to graduate, don’t they? But *she*? She just quit halfway through! What do you make of that...?"
Huang Xiaojue said in a low, firm voice, "It was because of her mother."
Zhou Xiaoxuan chuckled. "You believe her lies? For her mother’s sake, she needs to parade around in fake designer clothes all day? Have you ever seen anyone like that? At my wedding, do you know how she showed up? Carrying an LV bag that was such a terrible knockoff, it couldn’t even pass as a high-quality imitation. We’re old classmates; we know each other’s backgrounds. Does she really need to be so vain? I was embarrassed for her..."
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