Xie Li was sold to a small mountain village as a child and was finally brought back to the wealthy Xie family after fifteen years.
A little country bumpkin flew into a wealthy family overnigh...
Ding Huizhu was stunned for a moment, then her expression calmed down.
If it were in the past, she would probably feel sorry for her upon hearing this. A rich young lady had fallen into poverty in a remote mountain village and endured more than ten years of hardship, which was indeed worthy of sympathy.
But thinking about Xie Li's current shameful state, I feel that there's always a reason why someone is pitiful.
She remained cold-hearted and unmoved: "Does being poor give you the right to be poor? Isn't that because of her adoptive parents?"
She didn't want to discuss this topic, nor did she want anyone to defend Xie Li.
He waved his hand and said, "Alright, if she wants to get involved with the neighbors, let her be."
She hadn't expected that after she sent people over, not only would Xie Li not return, but he would even dare to have someone beat Xie Shiyou.
That family truly lived up to their reputation as pig farmers; they were incredibly crude and vulgar!
Ding Huizhu said calmly, "Since she refuses to come back even after I sent people to invite her, then she doesn't need to come back tonight."
Then she turned around and went upstairs.
When someone from next door sent a gift, Wu, the housekeeper, dismissed it indifferently, clearly indicating that he didn't want to develop a closer relationship.
Of course, a nouveau riche is really not worth her effort to cultivate and maintain a deep relationship with.
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"The Second Miss actually knows to come back?"
In fact, Xie Li didn't stay in the next room for very long. Xie Shiyou had come once, so she naturally felt embarrassed to stay any longer.
Even though she was comforted that the Xie family had been notified and that they had visited to offer gifts and apologies, Xie Li still insisted on leaving as soon as it was nine o'clock.
Originally, Luo Zhihan wanted to come and see the person off in person, but he was inexplicably held back, so Xie Li decisively slipped away.
...She didn't want to be held back by Old Master Xu's excuses.
As soon as they returned to the Xie family's gate, they encountered a male servant who immediately began to mock them.
Xie Li thought for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"
As she spoke, she didn't stop, walking straight past the male servant, up the steps, and raising her hand to knock on the door.
The male servant was so infuriated by her dismissive attitude that he couldn't help but follow her up the steps.
"Don't waste your energy. Madam said that if you don't want to come back, then don't come back tonight." His tone was filled with undisguised schadenfreude.
Xie Li ignored him and persistently pressed the doorbell.
The male servant was furious: "I told you you're not allowed to go home tonight, are you deaf?"
The urgent ringing of the bell finally attracted the attention of the person inside. It was Butler Wu, who stood with his hands folded, looking at Xie Li with a distant and indifferent expression.
“As Madam has already explained to you very clearly, Miss, please reflect on your actions outside.”
"Only when you realize your mistake, apologize to Madam properly, correct it, and promise never to do it again will I let you in."
As he spoke, Butler Wu raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, clearly asking Xie Li to get lost.
Xie Li stared at him blankly, seemingly not quite understanding.
Seeing her expression, the male servant chuckled: "Sad? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"If you ask me, Second Miss, with your hopeless situation and your disobedience, you will never win Madam's favor. You might as well..."
Xie Li glanced at A Bin indifferently. She wasn't deaf; this male servant was just too noisy.
Her fingers were itching to move, and she had an urge to kill the person... Usually, anyone who dared to provoke her like this was dealt with by her immediately.
Unfortunately, this is the Xie family's residence, and she doesn't want to cause conflict, which would prevent her from continuing her studies.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out: "Why don't we just do something else?"
The voice was like the elegant playing of a cello, clear and graceful, instantly evoking a sense of goodwill.