Xu Chenyu didn't know how he and Wen Xinya became friends. They were in the same circle, and they would always run into her when a group of friends got together to eat, drink and have fun.
Looking at her increasingly thin figure, no matter at any time or in any occasion, no matter how embarrassed or unbearable she was, she was always stubborn, lonely, proud and upright.
I watched as the makeup on her face became increasingly thicker, gradually covering up the amazing beauty on her face and making it become more and more dull. I watched as her eyes, which once flashed with pride, sharpness, and charm, became increasingly dim and turbid, and in the end, all that was left was that fragile and vulnerable persistence.
The more we meet, the more familiar we become.
"I heard that Cartier has many new jewelry models today. You can pick whatever you like. I'll pay for it today." It was a rare occasion that Wen Xinya came out shopping. Xu Chenyu was very happy and patted his chest with a proud look on his face.
Wen Xinya didn't say anything, but looked at the two people walking not far away.
Xu Chenyu took a closer look and thought to himself: Bad luck!
I actually ran into these two bitches.
"Heh—" a sarcastic and mocking laugh sounded. Wen Yuya had delicate makeup on her face, wore the latest Chanel skirt, carried a limited edition LV bag, and was adorned with Cartier diamond jewelry. She looked at Wen Yuya with disdain, "What a coincidence today."
"Xinya, I heard that Cartier has many new jewelry models. Are you here today to look at the jewelry too?" Xia Ruya looked frail and delicate, with a soft and beautiful smile. She stood beside Ning Yuya and greeted Wen Xinya with a smile.
Compared to Wen Yuya's high-profile brand-name clothes, Xia Ruya's dress was much more low-key, but Wen Wenya could tell at a glance that her clothes and jewelry were all privately made high-end products. Any one of them could make Wen Yuya look pale in comparison.
Wen Xinya felt extremely disgusted because everything the two people in front of her wore, used, ate, wore, and carried all belonged to the Wen family and were originally hers.
Wen Yuya's smoky eyes looked Wen Wenya up and down, and said disdainfully: "Cartier? Ruya, don't be ridiculous. Look at her... Is she worthy of such noble jewelry?"
Wen Xinya's expression was extremely indifferent.
Xu Chenyu was so angry that he wanted to yell, but seeing that Wen Yuya's expression remained unchanged, he had to suppress his anger, but he looked at Wen Yuya with a hint of unkindness.
Xia Ruya didn't know what to say for a moment.
Wen Yuya circled around Wen Wenya, with a look of sarcasm on her face: "Oh - everyone in the circle knows that you are just a vulgar, vicious, dirty and shameless idiot, a disgrace to the Wen family. How dare you still live in this world? Why don't you just die? Maybe after you die and go to hell and become a ghost, your short-lived grandfather can still protect you for a while."
There was a ferocious look flashing on Wen Yuya's beautiful face. Her bright red lips spoke extremely vicious words, and her eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty.
Although Mr. Mo is dead, his influence in the literary world remains.
There were also many people who were willing to help Wen Xinya out of their teacher-student relationship with Mr. Mo, so she had no choice but to allow this woman to continue living under her nose.
Xu Chenyu was furious and said, "You gossip, how can you say that? How are you more noble than Xinya? You are just an adopted daughter who is a burden, but you really think you are the eldest daughter of the Wen family. Do you know what people in the circle say about you?" He paused and stared at her with malicious eyes: "Everyone says that you are a daughter born out of wedlock with an unknown father and an unknown identity. Do you know what a daughter born out of wedlock means? It means a bastard born without a matchmaker."
He just couldn't stand the sarcastic face of Wen Yuya, the gossipy bitch, and the noble and elegant demeanor of Xia Ruya every time she faced Xinya, which was so hypocritical that it was disgusting.
After wandering outside for fifteen years, being taken back to the Wen family did not lead to a lucky escape from hell to heaven, but to an abyss from which there was no escape.
She was the eldest daughter of the Wen family, the only legitimate descendant of the Wen family, and the only granddaughter of the literary great Mr. Mo. Yet, she could not live as well as the two adopted daughters of the Wen family.
Wen Yuya's eyes widened, and she gnashed her teeth in anger: "Xu Chenyu, what qualifications do you have to say that to me? In the upper class circle, everyone knows that you are a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and Wen Xinya beside you is obviously a..."
She didn't know what kind of tricks Wen Xinya had given Xu Chenyu to make him protect her so much.
Humph, just like her slutty mother, both are seductive bitches.
Xu Chenyu interrupted her and said arrogantly: "What's wrong with me being a playboy? I am happy, why do I need you, a dead gossip, to gossip here? No matter what, Xinya is better than you, a dead gossip."
Wen Xinya stared at Ning Yuya's beautiful and vicious face. The image of her grandfather lying stiffly on the ground emerged in her mind. A surge of anger burned her rationality.
Being disrespectful to your grandfather is an unforgivable sin.
Wen Yuya was so angry at Xu Chenyu that her face turned red and twisted. She glared at Wen Yuya fiercely: "What are you looking at? Don't think I'm afraid of you."
Although Xu Chenyu is a playboy, the Xu family's family background is there. Even if she wants to kill him, she dare not really offend him.
Wen Xinya didn't say anything. Amid Ning Yuya's shouting, she slowly lifted her feet and took off her high heels in a leisurely manner...
Xia Ruya keenly sensed that something was wrong with Wen Xinya, and pulled Ning Yuya: "Yuya, Xinya is the daughter of the Wen family after all, you just... shouldn't have said that to her, don't you want to buy jewelry? Let's go!" Then, she looked at Wen Xinya again, her pale and delicate face, pure and noble: "Xinya, Yuya's words were a bit too much, I apologize to you on her behalf, please don't mind..."
Wen Xinya was barefoot and took a high-heeled shoe in her hand.
Wen Yuya shook off Xia Ruya's hand that was pulling her and said angrily: "Ruya, why do you have to apologize to someone like her? She is just like her mother, a lowly person who has been slept with by thousands of people and fucked by tens of thousands of people..." Embryo.
"Pa—" Wen Xinya rushed forward and swung the high-heeled shoes in her hand hard on Ning Yuya's face.
"Shh, good fight!" Xu Chenyu whistled at Wen Xinya and gave her a wink: "This kind of filthy and lowly stuff is only fit to eat shoe soles."
Mo Gong and Mo Yunyao are the rebellious tigers in Wen Yuya's heart. Wen Yuya is ignorant of the danger and deserves to be beaten.
Wen Yuya's delicately made-up face was slashed red by the hard soles of her high heels, and blood slowly flowed out from the corners of her mouth.