"The wedding dress I'm wearing in this photo was designed by American designer Tate Marian. Every single diamond on it is a genuine diamond from South Africa, and it was embroidered stitch by stitch by five master embroiderers who spent seven days on it. It is priceless in the world."

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way. Tate Marian, you don't seem to know who she is. But you must know Princess Monri, who was married to the American prince this year. The wedding dress she wore was designed by a designer."

He Yunxin's face turned pale. What she hated most was not that Meng Jie said things that were unattainable to her and that she had never even dared to dream of, but the casual tone with which Meng Jie said them.

This tone is as if you're talking about a 20-yuan T-shirt from a street stall.

It made her deeply feel that there was a vast, insurmountable distance between them, a distance she could never reach no matter how hard she tried or what means she used.

He Yunxin tried hard to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, pretending to be indifferent at all, and replied casually, "Oh, so what, little sister? Aren't you still going to become trash that no one cares about and no one appreciates?"

As she finished speaking, her hand loosened its grip.

The wedding photo fell rapidly, accompanied by a loud "thud," and shattered on the ground.

Looking at the mess on the ground, He Yunxin finally felt a sense of relief.

She raised her chin, as if she wanted to point her nose at Meng Jie.

"Oh dear, little sister, I slipped. You don't mind, do you?"

That's what they said, but their voices were filled with schadenfreude rather than apology.

Meng Jie shifted her gaze from her face, glanced at the wedding photo on the ground that was now covered by shards of glass, and showed no emotion whatsoever.

"younger sister?"

She repeated the title, a playful smile on her face.

“Miss He, you’re joking. I, Meng Jie, only have two older sisters in this world. One is the executive director of the Meng Group, and the other is the wife of the chairman of the Dean Group. Where would I get a third sister?”

Upon hearing this, He Yunxin's smile vanished.

Meng Jie was mocking her own overestimation of her abilities.

Meng Jie didn't wait for her to react before turning around and leaving.

Just as she reached the door of the room, she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right, Miss He is right about one thing. It's such a waste to leave things that the original owner doesn't use! Since Miss He likes turning trash into treasure so much, I will definitely think of Miss He more often if I have any more of this kind of trash in the future."

"you!"

He Yunxin blushed with anger at her words, but couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

Meng Jie gave her a cold glance, then turned and left.

As I was going downstairs, I ran into Wu Fen, who was about to go upstairs.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Wu Fen looked her up and down with concern, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that nothing was wrong.

“Madam, doesn’t He Yunxin know her own status? How dare she move in! If you don’t like it but don’t want to say anything, I’ll go and kick her out. If the master blames me, it’s my fault. I’ll accept whatever punishment I give her.”

Meng Jie laughed when she heard this.

"You care too much about her. Why bother with all this for such a minor role? It's thankless work, and you're just giving her a chance to put on an act. Let her do whatever she wants."

"Her only goal is to make me feel comfortable. But my dazzling appearance in front of her every day is also making her uncomfortable. Let it be."

After saying that casually, Meng Jie went downstairs and called out to someone, "Go prepare the car, I'm going out."

As Wu Fen watched her graceful departure, her expression didn't lighten much; instead, it became even more serious.

"Madam, you make it sound as if you get pleasure from looking at her all day."

Meng Jie left the Yi family villa by car, but instead of going to the company, she went to an ordinary coffee shop.

While Su Yan went to the front desk to get her coffee, Meng Jie kept looking around, her expression unreadable.

While Su Yan was coming over, Duan Sisi whispered in her ear, "Your mother-in-law is truly remarkable! Seeing is believing!"

Su Yan corrected her expressionlessly: "She's not my mother-in-law anymore."

Without waiting for Duan Sisi's reply, she took the coffee and walked back to the table.

"I don't know your preference, Americano."

Meng Jie didn't even glance at the coffee in front of her, and said directly, "I don't need to know."

Hearing her blunt words, Su Yan showed no anger on her face. Instead, she chuckled and said, "It seems that President Meng doesn't like this kind of vulgar stuff."

Meng Jie gave her a deep look. "It seems you still have some self-awareness."

Su Yan continued, "So, President Meng came today to persuade me to leave Yi An?"

"It's not persuading, it's informing," Meng Jie corrected.

Su Yan disliked the word "notification" and frowned slightly.

She picked up her coffee, took a sip, and then asked, "Does Yi'an know that President Meng is here?"

Without even thinking, Meng Jie retorted, "It's just a notification, as simple as firing an employee. Does he even need to know?"

Su Yan nodded with a look of realization, then grabbed her phone to dial Yi An's number.

Meng Jie suddenly grabbed him, "I just praised you, are you so easily flattered?"

Su Yan looked at her expression now, which was completely different from her previous nonchalant attitude.

Su Yan leaned back comfortably in the booth, "I just think he needs to know about this."

"Since you have no self-awareness, there's something I think you should know."

Su Yan remained silent, signaling to Meng Jie to continue.

"Do you know who you are? A divorced woman with a child. You are not good enough for Yi An, nor are you qualified to be Mrs. Yi."

Meng Jie pronounced each word very clearly, as if afraid that Su Yan wouldn't understand.

Su Yan crossed her arms and rested her chin on them.

"So, does Mr. Meng mind that I'm divorced, or that I have a child?"

Before Meng Jie could answer, she immediately chimed in, "That's not right, Yi An also has a son. So it seems that President Meng is bothered by my divorce."

Meng Jie didn't say anything, which Su Yan interpreted as tacit agreement.

Su Yan said meaningfully, "So in President Meng's eyes, divorced women are just women who have been abandoned by men and are worthless."

She suddenly changed the subject, "But does President Meng know? In this world, there is another kind of woman. No matter what means they use, how much grievance they endure, or how desperately they hold on to their marriage, they still cannot change the fact that they have been abandoned by their men."

Su Yan curled her lips into a smile, staring intently at Meng Jie's changing expression.

"Mr. Meng, tell me, which of these two types of women is more pitiful?"