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Jiang Meiqi, seeing that he was truly angry, didnât dare to argue back with him, but she still didnât want Rong Weiwei to suffer any injustice. She continued to say, âI was just telling you not to blame Weiwei for everything; she doesnât know anything.â
âThen tell me, why did the Gao family suddenly collapse? I heard rumors that itâs related to your mother. What else could it be if not for her hovering around her all day?â Rong Nanfengâs complexion was still not good as he glared at her with questioning eyes.
Jiang Meiqi felt a stone pressing on her chest when she saw her husbandâs attitude, and even more so when she recalled Rong Weiwei mentioning the lost opportunities over the phone; it was unbearably heavy. Shaking her head in disdain she said, âYou donât only have Weiwei as a daughter. What about it, you might as well ask Rong Yan!â
âWhat do you mean? Is Rong Yan back in the country?â
Rong Nanfeng had been away on a business trip for a month and hadnât even made it back for his previous birthday party, so he was unaware that Rong Yan had returned.
With a sting in her voice, Jiang Meiqi said, âHmph! Of course, sheâs back. How else would the house be in such chaos if she hadnât returned?â
Rong Nanfeng furrowed his brows.
She continued, âThe Gao family got into trouble because they offended her. Sheâs important now, having connected with Mrs. Li. From now on, we have to be careful about what we say around her, lest we anger her, and who knows, maybe next time it wonât be the Gao family but us whoâs out of luck!â
Rong Nanfengâs frown deepened as he reprimanded, âDonât talk nonsense! Rong Yan is our biological daughter no matter what; she wouldnât do what youâre suggesting. As for Rong Weiwei, make it clearâsheâs just an orphan taken in by a friendâs family, not our daughter. Donât let her influence you to the point where you confuse who your own kin are!â
Jiang Meiqi hated hearing this kind of talk the most, and it made her feel uncomfortable. Unable to restrain herself, she retorted, âWhatâs wrong with Weiwei being sensible and well-behaved? After all is said and done, you just canât stand me. You want to quarrel with me as soon as you return. If you really canât stand it, you might as well not come back at all! Itâs not like you donât have another home outside!â
At her words, Rong Nanfeng looked at her as if she had eaten him alive.
Jiang Meiqi pursed her lips, her face taut, refusing to back down, âWhat, did I say something wrong?â
Unable to stand her harpy-like behavior, Rong Nanfeng brushed her off, âThink whatever you like! I have things to do, I wonât be back tonight. Take good care of your mother and Rong Weiwei, and donât cause me trouble!â
When Jiang Meiqi heard he wouldnât be coming back tonight, her face turned green with anger. Clenching her fists, she suppressed her rage and asked in a low voice, âWhere are you going tonight?â
Rong Nanfeng turned back to her impatiently, picked up his overcoat, âDidnât you just say it? Where am I supposed to go? Of course, as you wish.â
With that, he left without looking back.
Watching his retreating back, Jiang Meiqiâs face turned ashen with rage. She violently smashed the dining ware in the living room before sitting on the sofa, covering her face and crying.
The domestic staff, frightened by the argument, didnât dare to come out.
As soon as Rong Weiwei returned, she saw the living room in disarray and
Jiang Meigi sitting there crying. She quickly went over to comfort her, âMom,
what happened? Why is the house in such a mess? Whatâs going on?â
Jiang Meiqi, seeing her return, wiped away her tears, not wanting to divulge,
âYouâre back? Itâs nothing, just got something in my eye.â
Rong Weiwei, having been immersed in the entertainment industry for so long, could easily see through the lie.. Changing the subject, she asked softly, âMom, did you argue with Dad again?â