The capitalis Young Mistress Shu Ying, who died miserably from being sent down to the countryside, has been reborn.
At this moment, her uncle's family is plotting against her. Most of the...
Over time, no one was willing to put up with someone's cold shoulder anymore, so their impression of Shuying wasn't very good.
Ye Zhanying was indeed present at Xie Zhiyan and Shu Ying's wedding.
While other brides are all happy and have a grand wedding, Shu Ying's face was indifferent, without even a smile.
Seeing this, Xie Zhiyan's friends felt somewhat aggrieved.
On the second day of their marriage, Ye Zhanying was the first to return to work. She went to say goodbye to Xie Zhiyan, but Shu Ying's expression remained indifferent.
She glanced through the window and punched Xie Zhiyan in the arm: "What's wrong with your new wife? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a funeral! On such a happy day, you have to wear such a long face. I've told you long ago that you're no good as a wife, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, it's like you married a goddess to be worshipped!"
Ye Zhanying pouted somewhat reluctantly: "Look at the people we hang out with, who has she ever smiled at? She's a young lady from a scholarly family, how could she possibly be interested in someone like us who has no knowledge?"
Xie Zhiyan glanced back, nodded in Shu Ying's direction, and then smiled at Ye Zhanying with a worthless expression.
"That's just her personality. You don't understand her. When she's expressionless, she seems unapproachable, but she's kind-hearted. If you have the chance to spend more time with her in the future, you'll naturally understand. She's just not good at putting on airs and is wary of strangers. Don't have too much of a problem with her. Shuying is very smart; she can tell. Otherwise, you'll be miserable on your own."
Ye Zhanying's eyes widened at that moment; she had never heard Xie Zhiyan say anything so biased before.
"Can't you use your brain? I think she's completely bewitched you. What do you mean we shouldn't have too much of a problem with her? Xie Zhiyan, I think you're the kind of guy who values women more than friends. Yes, everyone knows she's your wife, but I don't think you should be too happy yet. Your brain isn't that heavy, and you might get played like a fool!"
The words spoken back then still echoed in her ears, and Ye Zhanying gently patted her face with one hand.
He might as well slap himself to death.
When she looked up again, Shu Ying had already gently put Xie Zhiyan down.
Now, with Xie Wanying as a comparison, it's actually Xie Wanying who's getting in the way.
Xie Wanying had just been refuted, and her eyes were red, looking like she was about to cry.
"Ye Zhanying, how dare you talk to me like that? Have all the things Uncle Ye taught you gone to waste? I've treated you like a little sister since I was little, and I never expected you to think of me like this. You're really heartless!"
Ye Zhanying rubbed her arms and unleashed her full fury: "Don't you know how old you are? You're almost thirty and you're still acting all cute with other people! Do you think you're so adorable? Your brother is injured like this, and you still come over dressed in bright red and green, your makeup looking like a ghost. You have the nerve to say that others have ill intentions. What kind of good intentions do you have?"
From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever dared to speak to Xie Wanying like that.
Her family doted on her and never said a harsh word to her.
Ye Zhanying ruthlessly tore off her modesty, and Xie Wanying's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.
"you--!"