What Zhao Dong asked Shu Lu to do was exactly the moral blackmail that Shu Lu was best at.
Wen Ying felt that this was nothing new: "And then?"
Shu Lu hesitated, "And he didn't say..."
Actually, I did say that.
But Shu Lu didn't dare to tell the truth now.
Zhao Dong was certainly not trustworthy, but could Wen Ying be trusted? Shu Lu felt very pitiful, like a small grass growing in a crack, with high walls on both sides putting pressure on the grass. She neither trusted Zhao Dong nor Wen Ying.
Wen Ying sneered: "Alright, I know you don't trust me, and it just so happens that I don't trust you either. What happened can't be treated as if it never happened. The relationship between our two families will never go back to the way it was."
Shu Lu's face turned pale.
Wen Hongyan's face was half green and half red.
Why can't we go back to the past?
As long as second brother Wen Dongrong continues to support them, mother and daughter, they can still be relatives like before!
At worst, I can go and apologize to my second brother.
As long as Wen Dongrong is willing to forgive, Wen Hongyan doesn't mind kowtowing a few more times.
Wen Hongyan's eyes darted around, but Wen Ying punctured her fantasy: "Aunt, don't let your imagination run wild. You probably know my dad's character better than I do. He came from the countryside to the city, from a poor student with nothing to having everything he has today. He's spent half his life pursuing 'respectability'. Whoever makes him respectable is his family. Can you make him respectable now? No!"
Anyway, Lao Wen was not there, so Wen Ying could slander him however she wanted.
Besides, Wen Ying’s criticism was not groundless.
Lao Wen has changed a bit now, but before... he really cared about "respect" the most!
"You can't make him look decent, but my mother and I can make him look good. If he chooses you, he will lose his wife and daughter. What do you think he will choose?"
Wen Ying deliberately looked Wen Hongyan up from head to toe with a look of disdain: "Aunt, I heard that your MLM business is doing well, but why do I feel like you haven't made any money?"
Wen Ying's eyes were like needles, piercing Wen Hongyan's entire body.
Wen Hongyan wanted to loudly refute Wen Ying and talk about her own "grand plans and great undertakings". After all, they were family members who knew their own business. If they could really make money, they wouldn't be living in such poverty, and they wouldn't throw a tantrum and try to return to Wen Dongrong's protection.
Wen Hongyan kept saying "you you you" for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Shulu was feeling depressed.
Wen Ying's words were so harsh.
Because it's unpleasant, it's very real.
Although Shu Lu is not very old, she has had many little thoughts since she was a child.
Wen Ying could have ignored them, so why did she take the initiative to talk to them and ask her what she wanted?
Could it be...
"Sister Xiaoying, do you want me to help you deal with Zhao Dong?"
Shu Lu thought she had guessed Wen Ying's thoughts, and immediately felt confident, "What do you need me to do?"
Wen Ying looked at Shu Lu as if she were a fool. "You want to help me deal with Zhao Dong? You think too highly of yourself! Do you have any education or ability? If they asked you to go undercover at Zhao Dong's company, you wouldn't even meet their recruitment standards. And don't even think about using a honey trap. Your tiny body can only fool the inexperienced boys in school."
Wen Ying's words were full of disgust.
Shu Lu tried to refute, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say a word.
The person standing in front of her was not the self-deprecating and dull cousin Wen Ying from before.
But it was Wen Ying, a beautiful and confident celebrity who ranked third on the list of richest writers last year and jumped to first place this year. One of her scripts can sell for 5 million yuan and she is studying at Aurora University.
Shu Lu broke down and burst into tears: "I wanted to be like you, but God didn't give me the choice!"
Shulu wanted a respectable 'father' who worked in a government office, not a drunken alcoholic.
Shulu wants a "mother" who works in a bank and has a very high salary, rather than her biological mother who believes everything others say, is easily deceived, and is lazy and good at doing things.
If she had such parents, she would be as confident as Wen Ying.
When Zhao Dong invited her to dinner at Jinjiang Hotel, when Zhao Dong gave her a brand-name bag, when Zhao Dong used those small favors to get her to help with things... she had the confidence to tell that old man Zhao Dong to get away!
But God is not fair, she has nothing.
Shulu really cried loudly.
The crying scared the passers-by in the hospital, and everyone looked at Shu Lu with sympathy.
Alas, you are crying so sadly, either your father or your mother has died!
Wen Ying ignored Shu Lu and said, "Come back to me when you figure it out," letting Shu Lu vent her emotions in the crowded place. Wen Ying looked up and waved at Song Shao who was standing by the window, pointing in the direction of the ward, and Song Shao nodded gently.
Wen Ying left.
Shu Lu was still squatting there crying.
Wen Hongyan was also crying.
Both mother and daughter felt pitiful and were bullied by Wen Ying.
"Xiao Wen handles these things very neatly."
A female voice sounded behind Song Shao. It was his mother Shao Bing.
Song Shao didn't know when his mother returned to the office, nor did he know how much of this family drama his mother had watched.
Song Shao made no secret of his admiration for Wen Ying's move: "Yes, very neat, she opened the abscess herself."
Shao Bing works in a hospital. The special working environment allows Shao Bing to see many kinds of "top-notch" people.
Not to mention others, even the Song family is not short of top-notch products.
Song Foxiang was a "love saint" when he was young. How could such a person be a good father if he can't even manage his marriage?
Even though Song Foxiang is now a daughter slave, he is willing to give everything for his daughter Song Chan.
When Song Chan was just born, Song Foxiang would pinch his nose and run away every time Song Chan changed her diaper. He thought Song Chan's diapers were too smelly, which made Song Chan's mother very angry. She cried many times during the confinement period.
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