novelraw Chapter 431: She Envy That Lady!
Chapter 431: She Envy That Lady!
Leaving the Jiang Family, Zhao Xiyue was somewhat silent."Xiyue, what’s wrong?" Mrs. Zhao looked at her daughter with concern.
Zhao Xiyue replied, "Nothing, Mom, I have an event this afternoon, so I won’t be going home with you."
Mrs. Zhao was a bit displeased, "You’re about to get engaged, what event are you attending? Let me tell you, once you marry into the Jiang Family, you’d better be prepared to leave the entertainment industry."
"Fine, fine, I know, but isn’t the engagement still not set?"
Checking the time, Zhao Xiyue hurriedly said, "It’s getting late, I have to go now."
She got into her car and sped away like the wind.
Mrs. Zhao watched her leaving figure with a helpless expression, "This child is about to get married and is still so rash."
In the car, Zhao Xiyue didn’t feel relaxed at all.
The marriage plans were settled, yet she felt insecure inside.
If he knew about this, what would he think of her?
Thinking of this, she took out her phone and dialed a number.
It wasn’t long before someone picked up on the other end.
"It’s me," she said.
"What’s up?" It was his usual indifferent voice.
She raised her chin, "I’m here to tell you something. Today my parents have already gone to your house to discuss the marriage. Soon, news of our engagement will be made public."
"Is that so?" His tone was calm and showed no emotion.
Zhao Xiyue’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, did he really not care?
She bit her lip, suppressing her anger, and after a long pause she said, "Whether you like me or not, we are destined to be tied together."
Before the other side could speak, she hung up the phone.
She gave a self-deprecating smile, actually, she wasn’t as strong as she imagined. She was afraid of hearing any words of denial from him.
She leaned back in the seat, calming her breathing, and while driving, she browsed today’s news.
The incident of her splashing water on Mu Yan had been photographed and made the headlines.
The internet was speculating on the reason for the deterioration of their relationship.
Some people blamed her, some blamed Mu Yan.
She didn’t feel she was at all wrong, Mu Yan deserved it.
In fact, she should have splashed coffee directly!
She casually scrolled through the hot searches and saw "Anniversary Confession."
Last night, a wealthy person had booked ten of the most expensive billboard spots in Upper City to confess to his wife on their first wedding anniversary.
It was estimated that the cost of those three minutes could buy a three-bedroom apartment in the city center of Upper City.
Upper City’s housing prices are astronomically high, which goes to show the impressive value of the person behind it.
Zhao Xiyue’s lips curved slightly, surprised that there was such a romantic in their circle, huh!
Even if she married Jiang Jingheng in the future, she probably wouldn’t receive such treatment.
It’s so funny, she hasn’t even married, and she’s already envying that lady.
The red light ahead lit up, and she immediately hit the brakes, continuing to scroll through the news, not noticing a truck coming head-on.
With a "bang," she instinctively raised her head, but before she could see anything, her head hit the steering wheel, and she lost consciousness.
The sports car was knocked far away, and the cars behind were also affected, causing chaos and paralyzing the whole traffic.
At Jinxiu Villa, not long after Jiang Jingheng ended the call with Zhao Xiyue, he received a call from Yin Manqing.
"I do not agree with this engagement."
"I would love to see you all humiliated."
Jiang Jingheng didn’t want to hear Yin Manqing’s hysterical screams, so he hung up the phone.
He went to the kitchen to make a glass of juice for Mu Yan, intending to bring it upstairs, when he suddenly received another call from Zhao Xiyue.
This time, he directly hung up, but the other side kept calling.
Finally, as he was going up the stairs, he answered.
"What is it?"
"Are you a friend of the person of this number? She’s been in a car accident, could you come over..."
Jiang Jingheng’s expression was indifferent, "You have the wrong number."
Before the other side could speak, he hung up the phone and carried the juice to the bedroom.