Pampered By All In Different Planes

For a moment, Ning Fu's heart welled up with boundless hatred as she stared at the leaking ceiling. Her palm clenched tight, a ferocious expression spreading across her face.

Since Su Qin and she had divorced, Su Tianci had also indicated he wouldn't follow her. Her son, whom she had taken such pride in, had chosen Su Qin over her without any hesitation, never even considering his mother's feelings.

Ning Fu was haughty and proud. She felt that if she took the money and divorced Su Qin, to others it would appear as if they had divorced willingly. However, if she left without any money, it would seem as if Su Qin was at fault. Clinging to this belief, she had refused the property settlement after the divorce.

Previously, it hadn't seemed to matter much, but now, when she saw Su Zhiruan and Xie Yanshang walking together under an umbrella on the news, a storm of shock and fury surged within her in an instant.

She should have known!

She should have known there was something going on between Su Zhiruan and Xie Yanshang!

Realizing too late, Ning Fu remembered something else—if Su Zhiruan were recommended for admission, the school would surely require a parent's signature or notify the parent, but she had never received such a notice.

This meant that from the beginning, Su Zhiruan hadn't trusted her and hadn't intended to tell her about it. Instead, she had wanted to keep feeding her the idea that she needed to take the college entrance exam.

With that thought, Ning Fu couldn't bear it any longer. She sat up immediately and dialed Su Zhiruan's number.

After a few "beep beep" sounds, the call was answered.

"Hello?" Su Zhiruan's voice came from the other end of the phone, icy cold.

Ning Fu could faintly hear a man asking who it was not far from the other side.

"Ruanruan... Mommy saw the news," Ning Fu adjusted her hateful mindset, putting on a façade of maternal kindness as she spoke softly to Su Zhiruan, "Are you with young master Xie now?"

"Yes!" Su Zhiruan answered immediately, casually nodding in acknowledgment.

Sure enough, after her admission, Ning Fu's voice paused for several seconds on the other end.

Without guessing, Su Zhiruan could imagine how jealous Ning Fu must be feeling at that moment, and she certainly wished to take her place.

That was precisely the effect she wanted.

Wasn't Ning Fu always priding herself on being as indifferent as a chrysanthemum? With others around, she naturally couldn't accuse her directly; instead, she would pretend to wish her well generously. But Su Zhiruan knew all too well that the more Ning Fu showed her magnanimity and blessings, the more jealous and sad she actually was.

"When did you two get together? How come I didn't know?" Ning Fu gritted her teeth but still maintained a motherly tone, "Why haven't I ever heard you mention it before?"

"Oh, a long time ago!" Su Zhiruan said, glancing up at Xie Yanshang. She blinked, deciding to bluff a bit. After all, the real person was right there; she could say whatever she wanted.

So, under Xie Yanshang's gaze, she began to recount her made-up love story, "I wanted to tell you too, but I remember that day you were trying to push me onto some old guy on the street, asking me to sleep with him, and then you blamed everything on me. Later, after the police station incident, I didn't get a chance to tell you. It was that day that I got together with Yanshang!"

"Ah..." Ning Fu couldn't hold back, letting out an exclamation involuntarily. Her mouth agape, her nails nearly embedded in her flesh—she had never expected to be the one who facilitated this affair.

Additionally, with Xie Yanshang present, Su Zhiruan bluntly revealed Ning Fu's sordid deeds, leaving Ning Fu feeling dishonored. She couldn't lash out, only hold her anger inside, tormenting herself with it.

After Su Zhiruan finished speaking, Xie Yanshang's gaze fixed unwaveringly on her and her phone.

Su Zhiruan sat beside him, noticing him suddenly reaching out. However, she only gave him a glance—after all, she was holding the phone in her right hand, her left resting on her leg.

She continued the dialogue with Ning Fu on the phone, "It's fine, now you know too. By the way, how's the divorce going with my dad?"

Each word from Su Zhiruan was like a knife stabbing into Ning Fu. In Ning Fu's eyes, someone like Su Zhiruan was unworthy of comparison with her, even though she was her own daughter—nothing but an ordinary and inferior girl. Yet now, Su Zhiruan was living a life a thousand times better than hers and was with the Xie family's young master.