Are all girls this delicate?
Cheng Yi almost cried from anger. She had been holding back her anger all night with nowhere to vent it, and now she couldn't hold it in any longer. She shouted, "He Jing, He Jing, He Jing, all you care about is He Jing. Don't I deserve to be cared for?"
He Jing was completely confused. When had he ever said she wasn't worth his attention? It was just that He Jing was someone he cared about more than He Jing herself...
never mind.
He should go to sleep.
He Ning frowned slightly. He had known Cheng Yi for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen her so angry. He parted his thin lips and asked, "Xiao Yi, did something happen?"
Cheng Yi squatted on the ground, burying her face in her hands and crying bitterly.
Why do they only ever see He Jing? What did she do wrong?
She just wanted to continue being their brother and sister, so why were they treating her like this?
The atmosphere in the entire living room froze instantly.
They were all boys, and none of them were good at comforting people. When the girl suddenly broke down in tears, they were all at a loss and just stood there dumbfounded.
He Chen was the first to react, stepping forward to help Cheng Yi up and gently and patiently coaxing her: "Fourth Brother has always been outspoken, don't take it to heart. Did you suffer any grievances at the ball? Tell us, and we'll see if we can stand up for you."
Cheng Yi threw herself into He Chen's arms: "Waaah, Sixth Brother..."
He Chen looked helplessly at He Zhou beside him.
In the He family, Cheng Yi and He Ning had the best relationship, followed by He Zhou.
They had seen He Ning's actions of distancing herself from the instrument these past few days, and now that she was crying like this, He Zhou should be the one comforting her.
He Zhou silently took out a tissue and wiped Cheng Yi's tears: "You can't dance, so your classmates laughed at you?"
"..."
That hit the nail on the head.
Cheng Yi froze in He Chen's arms. She remembered her performance at the ball and, forgetting all about crying, pulled away from He Chen's embrace and said, "No, Third Brother, am I pretty?"
She lifted her skirt and twirled in front of He Zhou, the pink dress making her look elegant and lovely.
He Zhou frowned and touched the material of her dress, his expression slightly darkening: "Is this a handmade dress by Master Charles?"
"Yes, how did Third Brother know?" Cheng Yi asked with a puzzled look. "Was the pink dress that Sister He Jing was wearing made by Third Brother based on the dress made by Master Charles?"
He Zhou remained silent.
We're wearing the same outfit...
No wonder Cheng Yi cried so hard; she must have been heartbroken to see someone else wearing a knock-off of the dress she had spent a lot of money on.
Moreover, that person is He Jing, who looks better in this dress and will definitely outshine her at the ball.
So what about He Jing? How did He Jing feel when she saw Cheng Yi's dress? Did she think that she had deliberately made a knock-off dress for her so that she would become a laughing stock at the ball?
"Oh right, Third Brother, I can dance!" Cheng Yi playfully held up one finger. "I dance much better than Sister He Jing!"
After he finished speaking, the living room fell silent again. The brothers looked at each other.
He Sui didn't believe it: "Impossible. He Jing is excellent at everything she does, so her dancing can't be bad."
"Fourth brother!"
He Yi, fearing that Cheng Yi would cry again, made a sound to stop her.
Cheng Yi said without changing her expression, "I really didn't lie to you, Fourth Brother. After I returned to the Cheng family, I enrolled in a dance class, and the first dance at the ball was taught to me by Yan from our class. He's a very good dancer; he taught me flamenco on the spot. Sister He Jing can't dance it, so..."
She's the one who made a fool of herself!
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