Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue frowned. It was clear that she would have preferred not to see the two of them. Ha, she wondered when they came together.

Should she take it that fate was a very curious thing?

Miao Zifu stopped a little way off from where Yun Bixue stood, but Meng Xinyan continued to walk up to Yun Bixue until she was next to her. “Yun Bixue, can I talk to you in private?”

Yun Bixue sneered at Meng Xinyan in her mind. “I think you must have approached the wrong person. We’re barely acquainted with each other, and therefore I don’t have to listen to anything that you have to say.” Had she been too easy to push around in the past? Everyone seemed to assume that she was a saint.

“Yun Bixue, I understand that you’re resentful and you have the wrong impression about me. I only have a few things to say, and I’ll leave once I’m finished.”

Meng Xinyan looked very anxious, and concern filled her face.

Yun Bixue wanted to laugh. “Miss Meng, as Ning An City’s best debutante, please handle yourself accordingly. I’m just the eldest daughter of the Yun family who has fallen from grace. You don’t have to associate yourself with the likes of me.”

To put it nicely, Meng Xinyan was the best debutante. To put it bluntly, perhaps Meng Xinyan was, at the core, a home wrecker like her mother.

What’s more, whenever Meng Xinyan was together with Su Lenghan, they openly flaunted their happiness around.

It was obvious that Meng Xinyan was trying to provoke her. Her three-year-long relationship had been snatched away. She wasn’t unfeeling like a rock, and she had experienced helplessness and despair. But that was all in the past now.

Finishing her sentence, Yun Bixue wanted nothing more to do with Meng Xinyan, and she started to leave.

Meng Xinyan hurriedly grabbed Yun Bixue’s arm. “Yun Bixue, I only wish for you to stay out of Lenghan’s sight. You must know that we’re getting engaged. What’s more, aren’t you with Young Master Xie now? There isn’t any need for you to pester Lenghan any further, is there?”

Meng Xinyan said this all while looking at Yun Bixue’s eyes, wanting to confirm something—anything.

Yun Bixue’s patience finally reached its breaking point. Her suppressed anger at the Yun family house flared up in an instant. She said coldly, “Miss Meng, please let go of me. Your Young Master Su has nothing to do with me. Exactly when did you see me pester him?”

She wanted to get rid of Meng Xinyan, but the other woman held onto her tightly. Yet she didn’t want to resort to using force under the public eye.

“I saw it. He called you the other day.”

Yun Bixue felt a tinge of bitterness in her throat. She wondered if every woman turned humble in the face of love?

She could almost see her past self in the now anxious Meng Xinyan. She wondered if she had ever been as humble as Meng Xinyan.

During their confrontation, the area around the door became gradually crowded with people.

While Yun Bixue was thinking about the matter, she suddenly felt a pain in her arm.

She jerked her arm reflexively, knocking Meng Xinyan onto the floor.

“Xinyan, what’s the matter? You’re really something, aren’t you, Miss Yun? Openly hurting others in public… Are you really that jealous of Meng Xinyan? Su Lenghan may no longer like you, but Xinyan is innocent… ” Miao Zifu lashed out loudly at Yun Bixue, attracting a lively crowd.

“So it’s Miss Yun…”

“I remember, there was news of an incident that was buzzing around recently. There were rumors that Miss Yun found someone wealthy and became his mistress.”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t they clarify the truth later on television? She and Young Master Xie are a real couple. With Young Master Xie backing her, of course she can perform such vile deeds in public!”

—The lively commotion, coupled with all the photo-taking, once again pushed Yun Bixue to her breaking point.

Instead of becoming furious, Yun Bixue smiled. She looked at Miao Zifu as though she was looking at a clown, and mocked her calmly. “Miao Zifu, you do have some skills. However, I wonder if your efforts will pay off this time, or if you’ll end up going for wool and coming back shorn.”