"You’re r-right... He only treats me like a...like a m-mistress now! I’m so...s-stupid!" Jiang Ying Yue sobbed.
The cook couldn’t take it anymore. She went to Jiang Ying Yue and hugged her. Jiang Ying Yue cried against the cook’s chest.
"No, sweetie. You’re not stupid. Your situation is just complicated but I’m sure the Young Master still loves you and Little Jun. It’s just that he and the Young Miss fought and you’re caught between them," the cook said, trying to comfort her.
Wei Lan snorted. "What are you talking about? Of cooooouuurse, she’s STUPID. If she wasn’t, she would’ve gotten that ring on her finger and made that piece of shit sign the marriage contract first before getting herself pregnant. That way, her son would have privileges as a legitimate child of the Long clan. And if she doesn’t want to stay married with that piece of shit anymore, she could divorce him at any time and squeeze alimony and child support from him! Then she would be FREE to do whatever she wants! That’s what I did because I’m soooooo smart!"
"That’s not smart. That’s being opportunistic and manipulative. Ying Yue is a good girl, not like you," Yi Mei thought to herself but didn’t dare say it out loud.
"I...I can’t do that! I l-love him...I love him so much that it h-hurts... I want to be with him and have a h-happy family together with our son...b-but I also d-don’t want my son and I to...to suffer from the Long elders and relatives when—IF we marry!" Jiang Ying Yue continued to sob.
Wei Lan curled her blood-red lip at Jiang Ying Yue’s loud cries.
"Look at all those muscles. You look like you could lift ten of me, but you’re actually so WEAK inside. Hmph!" Then she crossed her arms across her chest. "I don’t give a damn about that piece of shit you continue to love so STUPIDLY. But since you’re my daughter’s friend and you look so PITIFUL right now, I just caaaaaan’t stand back here and do nothing. Wipe your PATHETIC tears, girl! Get ready in five minutes. We’re going shopping!"
Yi Mei: "..."
The cook: "???"
"W-what...?" Jiang Ying Yue paused sobbing in confusion.
Everyone blinked several times, unable to comprehend the way Wei Lan’s mind worked. The atmosphere was tense, heavy and emotional, yet she wanted to go...shopping? Now?
When nobody moved after her instruction, Wei Lan became impatient. She released a long and dramatic sigh, then she started explaining things while enunciating each of her words, as if she was talking to a slow-witted child.
"Stop your pathetic crying! It’s terribly annooooooyiiiiiing! Get ready because I’m taking you shopping. You need some new clothes because those...those rugs are absolutely terrible! How do you expect that piece of shit to stay attracted to you if you don’t take care of yourself and make yourself beautiful? Just look at your skin! So rough! Ah, those dark circles and eyebags! Absolutely horrendous! And you act sooooo stiff! Is your spinal cord made up of a straight metal pipe or something? And oh my holy hairspray! That hair! Did a bird build a nest on it?!"
Even though Jiang Ying Yue wasn’t the type to care about her appearance, all of Wei Lan’s harsh and unfiltered criticisms made her self-conscious. She touched her hair and attempted to tame it.
Yi Mei and the cook felt sorry for her. The old witch was definitely back and she was bullying Jiang Ying Yue. Yi Mei already decided that she would tell the Young Miss everything that happened when she returned home from work tonight.
"Tell me, girl. How old are you?" Wei Lan asked.
"Twenty-six..." Jiang Ying Yue replied.
"You’re sooooo young but you already look older than ME!" Wei Lan claimed.
"Nonsense. You definitely look younger than your actual age, but there’s no way you look younger than Ying Yue," Yi Mei thought to herself, but of course, she didn’t dare say it out loud.
Wei Lan: "Girl, do you feel beautiful?"
Jiang Ying Yue: "No...."
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