767: A Vicious Woman (8)

A Vicious Woman (8)

"Yeah… when you left with your parents… Chu was depressed for a really long time."2

Mrs. Qin began making things up so that Song Yishi would believe her…

The truth was, men were late bloomers, and when Qin Chu was eight, he really didn't know what love was.

"Mrs. Qin… never mind, don't say stuff like this. Qin Chu's already married, what if his wife finds out what you said?"

"Wife? I will never acknowledge that wife of his. You know, Shi, that woman's mother was a shameless mistress who failed to take down Huo Zhenghai's wife. Then, she ran away with his driver and gave birth to a boy. She's really messed up. Think about it, how will I ever be able to accept a woman with a background like hers… Chu's an idiot, I don't know what that woman fed him."

"Mrs. Qin, let's not talk about this, here, I brought these scarves from Italy. I wasn't sure what color you liked, so I bought all three."

Song Yishi took out the scarves; Mrs. Qin became as happy as a clam as soon she saw that they were from a name brand…

"Hurry up and get Shi some bird's nest soup."

The maid quickly carried out a bowl of bird's nest soup.

Mrs. Qin then held Song Yishi's hand and said, "Shi, since your parents aren't home yet, why don't you stay here for the time being?"

"No, it's okay, I can stay at my uncle's."

"Come on, listen to me and stay here. My husband is in the States, he's not on my side anymore… I don't know how that little b*tch managed to do it, but I'm furious at him. I'm the only one living at home right now, and I get really lonely. Plus, if you're here, maybe Chu will come back more often. What do you think?"

"I can't do that, Mrs. Qin… I can't live here, really."

Song Yishi was a woman who knew her place; even if Mrs. Qin liked her, she would never do anything degrading.

Mrs. Qin couldn't push further upon seeing Song Yishi's determination…

"Shi, you're not leaving this time, right?"

"Yeah… I told you on the phone that I've come back to spend time with my parents. They're not that young anymore, and my dad is retiring in three years. Then, I'm going to travel around the world with them."

"Haha… what a good kid… if you came back earlier, Chu… never mind, let's not talk about that."

"Mrs. Qin, take good care of yourself. Your health is the most important thing."

"I will, you're such a good kid. You're the best."

Song Yishi's return to the country reignited Mrs. Qin's barely-alive will to fight.

After comparing Huo Mian to Song Yishi, Mrs. Qin felt like the latter won by a landslide…

In terms of looks – Song Yishi was 170 cm tall and looked at sweet as Ling Chiling.

In terms of education – Song Yishi was a straight 'A' student who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts of Florence, majoring in ink wash painting.

In terms of family – Song Yishi was the only daughter of C City's Mayor Song.

In terms of temperament – in Mrs. Qin's eyes, Song Yishi was perfect…

But she forgot a simple fact – perfect people didn't exist in this world.

If someone seemed too perfect, it only meant that she was good at pretending.

She probably had a deadly flaw that people wouldn't be able to see right away.

Huo Mian wasn't perfect, but she lived the way she wanted to, like a real person.

Song Yishi, on the other hand, lived like a painting, and played dress-up and pretend.

Qin Chu was reading a book on the bed while Huo Mian leaned on his shoulder and played with her phone.

"Sis, are you there?"

"Yeah." Huo Mian replied immediately when she saw Zhixin had sent her a WeChat message.

It was already 10 PM; Zhixin rarely messaged her this late at night.

"Have you talked to Yue lately?"

"No, why?"

"For the past two days, she's been avoiding me and refuses to see me. She doesn't even reply my WeChat messages that often. When I call, she either doesn't pick up or hangs up after a few sentences."

"Did you guys get into a fight?"

"No, it would be better if we did… that's why I'm confused, I don't know what's wrong with her." Zhixin was so anxious that he began sending his sister voice messages.

"Calm down, let me talk to her first."

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