Fu Qingyan was furious, but she didn't dare to show it in front of Jiang Can.
She was also afraid of Huo Zhixing; if he saw her, she would be in deep trouble.
So she glanced at Sang Qing next to Jiang Can and vented all her resentment on her.
"Heh, since you say so, sister-in-law, then I'll head back now and come see you another day! But you should be careful, sister-in-law, as you're further along in your pregnancy, you need to be extra careful in all aspects, especially by not keeping people of unknown background around you!"
"What did you say?" Jiang Can stopped in his tracks and turned around abruptly to look at her.
Fu Qingyan smiled slyly and deliberately looked at Sang Qing.
“If my sister-in-law needs someone to keep her company, I’m always ready! But some people, you don’t even know where they come from, and you dare to bring them home? They know a little embroidery and can pose as models, and you trust them?”
Sang Qing was stunned, her face suddenly flushed red, and she silently let go of Jiang Can's hand.
Jiang Can took her little hand back, gently squeezed it twice in his palm, and gave her a firm smile.
This scene involuntarily reminded her of when she first entered the Huo family. Unaware of her own identity, she was timid and humble like Sang Qing, and helpless when faced with Yao Manning's sarcastic remarks.
But Fu Xiuyu and Wang Meiyun gently held her little hand in theirs, telling her not to be afraid of anything, that her mother was there for her.
It is only because I have been rained on that I know I should hold an umbrella for others.
Jiang Can smiled faintly, pulled Sang Qing to her side, and told her in her heart, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you!"
Her gentle gaze held a hint of sharpness as she looked at Fu Qingyan.
"When did my cousin start interfering in my affairs?"
"Heh, what are you saying, sister-in-law? We're family!" Fu Qingyan stepped forward, trying to push Sang Qing aside, but Jiang Can saw through her plan.
Jiang Can quickly shielded Sang Qing behind her, startling Fu Qingyan, who immediately stopped.
I almost touched her stomach!
Now, her belly is carrying the treasures of the entire Fu and Huo families. If anything goes wrong, Fu Qingyan would die ten thousand times over!
“Cousin Qingyan,” Jiang Can curled her lips, “Are you really going to wait for your cousin to come back and kick you out if you don’t leave now? Huo Zhixing isn’t as easy to talk to as I am!”
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I won't stay here!" Fu Qingyan raised her chin. "But before I leave, I need to say everything that needs to be said, to give you a heads-up!"
"Heh, some people have unclear backgrounds and their identities aren't exactly honorable, are they?" Fu Qingyan glanced at Sang Qing. "People like that are capable of anything! Sister-in-law, it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family! Keeping her by your side is like keeping a time bomb, isn't it? She might hook up with your cousin when you're not looking, and then it'll be too late for you to regret it!"
"What, what did you say?!" Sang Qing couldn't take it anymore, her face turning red with anger.
However, having lived in Manchester for many years, his Chinese was limited, and he wasn't good at arguing back. He could only stare wide-eyed, panting heavily, his fists clenched tightly, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter, "You...shit!"
Jiang Can couldn't help but laugh.
When it comes to arguing in Chinese, Sang Qing should definitely not be the one to take the lead.
"My cousin just said... a traitor within the family?" Jiang Can's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong aura. "Heh, I think you're overthinking it. Sang Qing is neither a member of the Huo family nor the Fu family, so how can she be called a 'traitor within the family'?"
"Some people, however, always cry 'stop thief' when they're the thief themselves! Cousin Qingyan, the 'traitor in the family' you're talking about, shouldn't his surname be Fu?"
"You..." Fu Qingyan was speechless for a long time. "Sister-in-law, you're calling me a thief? I've been doing this for you with all my heart, how can you make such a false accusation!"
"Of course I'm not talking about my cousin!" Jiang Can smiled brightly. "Cousin, your surname isn't Fu! You only changed your surname after your aunt met your uncle, didn't you?"
Fu Qingyan opened her eyes wide, her face flushing red and then turning pale.
But she couldn't refute it.
She stared intently at Jiang Can, biting her lip, her heart filled with vicious hatred.
Jiang Can said seriously, "I don't know which kind of person my cousin was referring to. I only know that some people may come from humble backgrounds, but they have noble hearts and character. I like to keep such people by my side!"
"On the contrary, some people, who depend on others for support, have no sense of propriety and don't know when to advance or retreat. They do all sorts of despicable and vile things. These are the traitors who should be released!"
“Cousin Qingyan,” Jiang Can sneered, “am I right?”
Fu Qingyan gained no advantage and turned to run away.
"Close the door," Jiang Can instructed the housekeeper. "Next time you hear a dog barking, chase it away. Do you expect me to come out and start a fight?"
The butlers exchanged glances, barely suppressing their laughter.
This young mistress is getting more and more interesting; she can even curse without using any vulgar language.
"Betty!" Jiang Can chuckled, "Could you please make us two cups of milk tea?"
The housekeeper agreed and jogged into the kitchen.
Jiang Can was about to take Sang Qing upstairs to rest when Sang Qing grabbed her arm and whispered as if she had done something wrong:
"Sister...did I get into trouble?"
Jiang Can was taken aback. What was he saying out of the blue?
"That lady just now, she...she's a relative of yours, right?" Sang Qing asked cautiously. "I just insulted her..."
In her mind, it was because she had insulted Fu Qingyan that Jiang Can stood up for her and taught Fu Qingyan a lesson.
So the fault lies entirely with her. If she could have been more tolerant and not held a grudge against Fu Qingyan, Jiang Can wouldn't have offended anyone for her sake.
"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Can smiled. "That person..."
She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Where should I even begin? Her grudge against Fu Qingyan has been brewing for a long time, and even if I told Sang Qing the whole story, she probably wouldn't understand.
"Forget it," Jiang Can waved her hand, "Just remember to stay away from that person in the future!"
"Um!"
Sang Qing nodded seriously.
Jiang Can took her upstairs to drink milk tea, which was her usual taro boba.
The British butler wasn't very good at making this kind of milk tea. It was Jiang Can who, based on the taste of milk tea shops in her memory, experimented countless times before finally developing the recipe.
But it actually tastes pretty good!
Sang Qing liked it the first time she drank it.
"If you like it, I can have someone make you another one?"
"No, thank you!" Sang Qing smiled contentedly, leaning back in the recliner. "Sister Jiang Can, you're so kind! It's so comfortable here..."
"Then you can just stay here!"
"No!" Sang Qing looked at her seriously. "I've offended that young lady, and she might hold a grudge against you, right? I think it's better if I leave!"
"Do you think she'll stop holding a grudge against me just because you left?" Jiang Can shook her head.
Where did this silly girl come from? I remember when we first met, she said she wasn't a good person.
He's not a good person, yet he always thinks of others.
“Sang Qing,” Jiang Can looked at her, “seriously, you should have a home. Haven’t you thought about your future? Do you intend to live in that basement for the rest of your life?”
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