375: I’m Bullying You Now; What Are You Going to Do About It?

I’m Bullying You Now; What Are You Going to Do About It?

Mrs. Yue was really fuming at that point. She had never uttered such cutting words in her entire life.1

Mrs. Helan however, had thoroughly irked her and even had the guts to say that kind of thing in front of her. Was she dead in Mrs. Helan's eyes? Daily minor squabbles were never taken to heart, but Mrs. Helan was courting demise by making such statements.

Yan Qingsi stared at Mrs. Yue in shock, thinking that the elder woman had already revealed her most ruthless side during dinner the other day. Yan Qingsi never expected Mrs. Yue to be even more ruthless.

All of a sudden, Yan Qingsi felt like tugging at Mrs. Yue's hands, just like how she held her mother's hand when she was younger.

Mrs. Helan turned around abruptly. "You… Say that one more time, Su Ningmei."

Mrs. Yue jerked her chin up. "Yo, not bad. That filthy, sniveling girl that followed behind me now knows how to order me around."

Mrs. Helan's angry face turned red. "Su Ningmei, don't use your status to bully other people!"

Chuckling, Mrs Yue responded, "My parents' surname is Su, but my son's surname is Yue. My family has the power and the prestige, and I have every intention of using it to bully you. What are you going to do about it? If you're so good, why don't we compare it with each other! You love comparing yourself with me, don't you? Come on then! Let's try and compare!"

Mrs. Yue looked at Yan Qingsi's slightly-agape mouth. The latter looked up at Mrs. Yue and unintentionally revealed her dependent expression. At that instant, Mrs. Yue felt the need to take a step up and no longer be the person she was in the past.

She was a proud woman since young. Both her and her husband's family were powerful and influential, so she never needed to shoot looks at others.

In the past, she was often worried that people would accuse her of wielding her position to harass others and therefore exercised restraint. She had never willingly divulged her own family background.

That had all changed—Mrs. Yue was finding it very enjoyable to use her power and suppress others!

It was especially so when she looked at Mrs. Helan's liver-colored face. Mrs. Yue felt—good!

Mrs. Helan was so angry that she began trembling. "You… You…"

Helan Xiuse detected the flaring tempers within the room and was so scared that she began crying. "Mommy, Big Brother's still injured, don't argue anymore…"

Mrs. Helan formed her hand into a fist and blasted, "I want to change rooms immediately. This kind of place is only fit for those low-class trash."

Yue Tingfeng responded lazily, "Tsk, I feel really uneasy after hearing your words, Mrs. Helan. Who are you talking about? Trash? Back then, who was the one bawling their eyes out to a piece of trash like me, begging me to help the Helan family weather through their crisis? Just like that, you're not admitting the truth?"

With her head hurting due to the anger, Mrs. Helan gritted her teeth and said, "I wasn't talking about you."

Yan Qingsi said slowly, "That means you're talking about me."

Unable to contain her hatred of Yan Qingsi, Mrs. Helan huffed.

Yan Qingsi smiled. "You're not the first person to curse me like that and you won't be the last. I don't give a sh*t, cause my skin's thick anyway. If you have anything to say, by all means, spit it out! Mrs. Helan is a dame who had hyaluronic acid injected into her face. I'd like to listen to how noble her words are."

Mrs. Helan's face was twitching rapidly from her anger. She opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Helan Xiuse. "Mommy, don't talk anymore. We've all been friends for so long. Why must we get angry over this? Calm down and just bear with it…"

Helan Xiuse wiped off a tear and stood up, saying, "Auntie Yue, Tingfeng, Miss Qingsi, I'm sorry. My mother was not intentional. She became too frantic after discovering that my brother was hospitalized. Miss Qingsi, no matter how you put it, my brother got hospitalized because he wanted to save you. Miss Qingsi, I beg you…"

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