novelraw Chapter 1408 - 277: Lofty as Mountains, Lowly as Dust
Chapter 1408 - 277: Lofty as Mountains, Lowly as Dust
Wang Xue quickly got close to An Ying, telling her about Ye Yuwei’s life, with hidden provocations in her words. An Ying truly believed she was Yuwei’s good friend and had gained some affection for this girl.
"I was too emotional just now, don’t take my nonsense to heart."
Wang Xue smiled gently: "I understand, madam is just anxious about her daughter."
An Ying comfortingly patted her hand: "Really a considerate good girl."
Mo Pianpian pursed her lips, squeezed in and pushed Wang Xue aside, holding An Ying’s arm, she acted spoiled and said: "Mom, what are we having for lunch? I’m starving."
An Ying tapped her forehead: "You, you’re just a little foodie."
Mo Pianpian playfully stuck out her tongue.
Wang Xue’s gaze dimmed slightly, secretly cursing the little girl in her heart, approaching at this moment was too deliberate. Her eyes caught sight at the side, of that madam and Ji Yunya arm in arm, appearing very close, not noticing her at all.
Wang Xue felt puzzled and jealous inside, wasn’t Ji Yunya just a real estate developer from Jiangzhou? She used her stunning appearance to become famous online, though she has been relatively silent lately. As someone studying journalism, she’d never miss entertainment news, and she knew a bit about Ji Yunya, people praised her as the youngest domineering CEO of the contemporary era, combining intelligence and beauty. But to her, she was just a wealthy second-generation living off her inheritance, and she wondered how much money was spent on paid articles.
She was thinking this when she suddenly saw a handkerchief appear where the two had walked. She went over to pick it up; it was a pure white handkerchief with a plum blossom embroidered in the corner, fragrant and elegant.
What era is it that people still use such an old-fashioned handkerchief, and really think of themselves as the daughter of a wealthy family? Pretentious, Wang Xue thought disdainfully.
Looking at their backs, Wang Xue’s eyes flashed as she clutched the handkerchief and chased after them.
"Madam, please wait."
Zhuang Xiyue and Yun Ya stopped in their tracks simultaneously, turning to look.
Wang Xue quickly walked over, "Madam, you dropped your handkerchief, returning it to you."
Zhuang Xiyue’s gaze fell on the handkerchief in Wang Xue’s hand, her brow slightly furrowing.
"How can you be sure it’s mine?" Zhuang Xiyue didn’t take it but instead asked.
The eyes held a gentle smile, yet for some reason, gave a sense of being all-seeing.
Wang Xue felt a chill on her scalp but still tried her best to show a graceful and elegant smile. She had organized various school events and participated in debate competitions; both her conduct and speaking skills were impressive.
"This handkerchief is elegant and fragrant, the plum blossom embroidered on it carries a sense of proud integrity, very much matching madam’s temperament."
Truly a masterful flattery, An Ying liked this sort of thing, but unfortunately she didn’t, because her eyes weren’t blind.
Zhuang Xiyue smiled indifferently, giving an invisible feeling of untouchable superiority: "Oh, then you’re truly mistaken."
Wang Xue paused in surprise, then heard a graceful and crisp voice beside her: "Miss Wang, although what you said just now wasn’t wrong, I still want to say, this handkerchief is mine."
Wang Xue looked at the speaking girl, the sunshine suddenly intensified, prompting her to instinctively squint.
The film academy never lacked beauties; she had seen many at school, but she always disdained them because those women were just vases, relying on their looks and bodies to climb up. She was different; she depended on talent and ability to overwhelm those vases, which brought her more pleasure than simply overcoming them in looks and helped to ease her inferiority complex.
However, for the first time, she felt a deep sense of inferiority in the presence of a female peer.
She was like a snow lotus blooming in the clouds, fragrant, pure, unattainable.
She was like a loach struggling in a mire, humble, insignificant, cheap as dust.