She knew in her heart that getting angry wouldn't solve the problem, and the most urgent thing was to find a way to handle the matter properly.
Xia Wan wondered what Qiao Qiao's expression would be if she heard her godmother's words. Would she be indifferent, or would she feel a little guilty?
She imagined Qiao Qiao's indifferent or embarrassed expression, and a pang of sadness shot through her heart. It was truly heartbreaking that their once-friendly friendship had deteriorated to such a state.
Sun Hui calmed down a bit after hearing Xia Wan's words, but her tone was still full of anger: "Wanwan, you're just too kind. We can't let this kind of person off easily. By the way, you'd better go to Director Qi's house and meet him, so that this kind of thing won't happen again! Director Qi is very close to your godfather, so if you ever need anything from him, don't hesitate to ask."
As Sun Hui spoke, she carefully considered Director Qi's character in her mind, planning the details of Xia Wan's visit, and thinking about what gifts to prepare: "Bring some local specialties, like the dried fruit we make ourselves, and hand-woven handkerchiefs. Pick a good day, don't go empty-handed, and be polite. First impressions are very important."
Xia Wan frowned slightly, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of hair by her ear. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Godmother, I'll be visiting Director Qi in a few days. The reason I'm making this call is actually to ask you to remind Godfather to tell Director Qi in advance, so as not to affect their relationship."
A hint of worry flickered in her eyes, fearing that this matter would negatively impact the long-standing friendship between her godfather and Director Qi.
She knew that the friendship between her godfather and Director Qi was deep, like a tree that had weathered storms but still grew lush and verdant. However, this matter was not honorable, and she feared that it might create an irreparable rift between them, causing cracks in this tree of friendship.
"Yes, you've thought of everything. Don't worry, your godfather will handle it," Sun Hui said, her tone tinged with relief, proud of Xia Wan's thoughtfulness and attentiveness.
She felt that Xia Wan had really grown up; she could think calmly when faced with problems and knew how to consider the bigger picture.
Sun Hui silently thought to herself that she must remind her husband to handle this matter properly and not let Xia Wan suffer any injustice. She wanted to protect Xia Wan like she would her own child, creating a safe and peaceful environment for her.
After chatting about everyday things for a while, Xia Wan hung up the phone.
She put down the receiver, sighed softly, and slumped her shoulders slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
Her mind was still replaying the conversation she had just had with her godmother. The words flashed through her mind like movie clips, containing warm care, angry scolding, and worries about the future.
Recalling the conversation on the phone, a self-deprecating smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. She thought to herself: Why does what I just said seem to have the potential to make me seem like a hypocrite?
Mingming held Qiao Qiao in contempt, feeling that her behavior was excessive, that she would stop at nothing for her own benefit, that she would take advantage of her godfather's connections and use his name, which was utterly unreasonable.
However, he still pretended to be magnanimous and tolerant in front of his godmother, just to avoid making her too angry and not to show the dark side of his heart.
She felt like an actor wearing a mask, trying her best to play the role of a sensible and tolerant person on the stage of life.
Xia Wan chuckled self-deprecatingly and walked out of the post office.
The sun had become quite intense, shining down on her body without reservation, making her feel warm, but she couldn't feel any warmth at all. Her heart was filled with worries about the future and helplessness about interpersonal relationships.
She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the street. Everyone was busy with their own lives, with different expressions on their faces.
There are commuters rushing to work, their brows furrowed and their steps hurried, as if driven by the whip of life;
There was a mother leading her child, her face full of tenderness, her eyes brimming with love for her child—a selfless and pure emotion.
There were also elderly people sitting in the doorway basking in the sun, their eyes peaceful. The years had left deep marks on their faces, but they had also given them a sense of calm and composure.
She took a deep breath, lifted her foot and walked towards home, ready to face the next challenge in life. She didn't know what the future held, but she told herself that she must face it with strength.
As she passed by a shop window, she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her eyes held a hint of weariness, yet also a determination, as if she were saying goodbye to her past naive and innocent self, or as if she were mustering the courage to embrace the unknown path of growth. She knew that the road of life was still long, and she had to walk it bravely.
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