In terms of age, Lu Yao is older than Jian Beibei. But the servant at home calls her Miss Jian Beibei and calls her Second Miss.
After Lu Yao heard the voice, she paused, then took off her earphones and hurried to the door. Just opened the door. Then I heard Jian Beibei's voice that was about to explode with anger: "Why are you touching my things? Do you think you have entered our Jian family's house? You can touch everything in this house?!" "
Lu Yao instinctively frowned. How many days did it last
She followed the servant downstairs. During this period, the servant whispered to her: "It seems that the lady's clothes are damaged. She said it was the wife who did it."
Come down from the second floor. Lu Yao saw two women standing under the chandelier in the living room arguing. One was Jian Beibei, who had taken off her mask and her face was covered with collagen. The woman standing opposite her was obviously in her early forties, but she took good care of herself. . In addition, he is covered in jewels and jewels, making him look more like he is in his thirties. She is Lu Yao's biological mother, Du Hui.
Faced with Jian Beibei's irritability and questioning. Du Hui also looked unkind. He frowned and replied: "Your clothes were just thrown on the sofa. I thought they were Yaoyao's. Besides, I just took them away. At best, they were just touched. How could they come off?"
After saying that, for fear that Jian Beibei wouldn't believe it, she raised her hands again, revealing ten slender jade fingers and crystal nails on them.
"My new nails today are specially made into round shapes by the manicurist. See for yourself, which finger of mine will scratch your clothes?"
Jian Beibei's eyes widened and she said sternly: "Did you see the tag on the clothes? I just asked my friend to bring them back to me from the Paris show. Do you think they are Lu Yao's clothes? What does your Lu Yao usually wear? Don’t you know?”
As she said that, she glanced at Du Hui's crystal nails again and sneered: "You eat our clothes and wear our clothes all day long. Didn't my dad give you the money for your nails?"
Du Hui said: "I know you don't like me, but your dad and I are already married. I married into your Jian family openly and openly. Your dad and I got the certificate!"
The implication is to tell Jian Beibei that she spends the Jian family's money as a matter of course.
When Jian Beibei heard this, she showed a look of ridicule and said loudly, "What else can I do besides getting a certificate? My dad didn't even give you a wedding."
This was the pain in Du Hui's heart. When she was young, she always felt regretful. But now that she is older, she understands that Jian Hongfeng never thought of having an eight-carriage sedan to welcome her in.
The expression on his face began to turn ugly. After a few seconds of pause, Du Hui said in a deep voice, "It's just a piece of clothing. I'll pay you how much it costs."
It's okay that Jian Beibei didn't listen to this. After hearing this, she immediately exploded. She said in a high-octave voice: "Can't you understand what I'm saying? I asked people to transport it back from the Paris show. It's not available in China yet. Sell it, and it will take another five days to get another one. I want to wear it tonight, what do you want me to wear when I go out?"
The clothes in her cabinet without tags are enough to open a luxury brand store, but now that she says she has no clothes to wear out, she is clearly looking for trouble.
Du Hui had been at odds with Jian Beibei for ten years. At first, she planned to play the role of a good wife and mother, but because Jian Beibei spared no effort to drive her out of the house, Du Hui finally gave up her original idea. In front of Jian Hongfeng, the two of them treated each other as nothing, but behind their backs, they fought desperately together.
Unable to solve it with money, the problem seemed to be back to the original point. Du Hui said: "I didn't scratch your clothes. I don't even have anything to scratch them."
Jian Beibei said loudly: "Then what do you mean? My clothes will be stripped when I get them back?"
"Then who knows, you'd better ask your friends."
"Why are you asking? I saw it before you touched it. It was fine. Why did it break when you came back?"
"I told you it wasn't me. If you don't believe me, ask Mrs. Zhang..."
The servant hesitated and hesitated, fearing that he would be in trouble.
Lu Yao walked over, passed Du Hui and Jian Beibei, and picked up the colorful silk shirt dress on the armrest of the sofa.
The skirt was extremely thin, and through the sunlight, she could see that there was indeed a small area of silk at the skirt. It stands to reason that such a big brand will never have quality problems, but the frayed areas are not caused by fingernails.
"Let me help you do it." Lu Yao didn't want to say any more useless words. She went upstairs with the skirt and came back three minutes later and handed the skirt to Jian Beibei.
Jian Beibei took a look at the hem of her skirt. She didn't know what method Lu Yao used to restore the place where the silk had fallen off, but it was not noticeable at all.
Seeing that Jian Beibei's anger had dissipated a little, Lu Yao said, "Is it okay?"
Jian Beibei raised her head, her anger turning into disgust, and she said sarcastically: "You are so capable, why don't you open a tailor shop?"
Lu Yao's face was calm: "It's okay, just let it go." The noise gave her a headache.
She turned around to leave when she heard Jian Beibei say to Du Hui: "Fortunately, you gave birth to a 'good' daughter. She is proficient in sewing, mending, washing, and rinsing. She is still worth half a servant in this family." It can be regarded as making up for what you have owed our family for so many years."
Du Hui could tolerate Jian Beibei talking about her, but he couldn't tolerate her talking about Lu Yao. Her face immediately changed and she said loudly: "We have never owed anything to your family. It was your father who was willing to marry me. Besides, even if we owe it, it is still owed to your father. What does it have to do with you? You Are you making a penny or contributing to this family?”
When Jian Beibei heard this, her expression also changed instantly. She said loudly: "Please understand, my surname is Jian, and this family's surname is also Jian! When was it your turn as an outsider to teach me a lesson? That's right, I I haven’t contributed a penny to the family’s earnings, but just because my father is Jian Hongfeng and I am her biological daughter, I can spend whatever I want, and he can only watch as I ruin this family!”
After that, looking at Lu Yao's back without looking back, she raised her voice and said: "You two, mother and daughter, one is robbing someone else's husband, and the other is robbing someone else's father and brother. Don't you have your own family? Obviously It’s shameless to rob someone else when you have it!”
Du Hui said: "Jian Beibei, that's enough. When we came to Night City, your parents had already divorced..."
"If you hadn't seduced my dad outside and encouraged my dad to divorce my mother, they wouldn't have gone to the stage of divorce..."
Lu Yao walked upstairs, obviously walking further and further away, but the sound of Jian Beibei and Du Hui arguing followed her like a ghost.
Returning to her room, she closed the door tightly and plugged in her headphones, fearing that she would hear any sound again. But there were still two voices quarreling in her heart, and even the content of the quarrel was automatically edited.
Lu Yao thought she was hearing hallucinations, but later she discovered that it was not because she had a rich imagination, but because Jian Beibei and Du Hui had quarreled too many times in the past ten years. Although the reasons for each quarrel were all different, but In the end, it is nothing more than a matter of family reorganization.
Jian Beibei felt that Lu Yao and Du Hui had robbed her family and taken her mother's position;
Du Hui felt that it was natural for her and Lu Yao to enter Jian's house. It had been Jian Beibei who had been aggressive.
It is said that three women make a show, and now there are three women in the Jian family. But even if Lu Yao never joins the war, the two women downstairs can still make a big fuss on their own.
Lu Yao sat on the windowsill with her headphones plugged in, staring blankly at the villa garden downstairs. She is a person who likes flowers, but she doesn't know why. No matter how beautiful the flowers are in bloom downstairs, she still thinks they are like flowers.
The songs in the headphones were played one after another. After about three songs, the door of Lu Yao's bedroom was pushed open from the outside.
The servants would knock on the door, and Jian Beibei would always take a detour when passing by her door, so the only person who came in would be Du Hui.
Du Hui wore a volentino early summer aqua blue dress, which made her skin as fair as water. She went shopping today, bought a lot of things, and had her hair styled and her nails done, but she didn't expect that she would be so angry when she came back.
Looking up and seeing Lu Yao sitting on the window sill, Du Hui frowned and asked, "Didn't you hear the quarrel I just had downstairs?"
Lu Yao didn't even turn her head. At first, Du Hui thought she didn't hear, so she walked towards her.
When she was still three steps away, Lu Yao opened her lips and said without any emotion in her voice: "What if I heard it?"
Du Hui replied with an unhappy face: "Are you still my daughter? You don't know how to feel sorry for me at all."
Lu Yao took off one of her headphones, looked sideways at Du Hui and said, "Do you want me to help you quarrel with Jian Beibei?"
Du Hui's eyes were hesitant and entangled, and after a few seconds she said: "Forget it, I don't want to involve you in this, otherwise the girl will go to her father to complain."
Lu Yao didn't say anything, but looked away again.
Du Hui said: "I bought you some skirts and shoes. Come to my house and try them on. They must look good."
Lu Yao said lightly: "I don't want it."
Du Hui frowned and said: "You are stupid, look at what Jian Beibei usually wears? How are you worse than her?"
Du Hui felt uncomfortable when she thought of Jian Beibei saying that Lu Yao looked like a servant and mocking her for not being well dressed. As a mother who wears gold and silver, how could she wrong her only daughter
But Lu Yao replied with an indifferent expression: "It is only natural for Jian Beibei to spend her family's money."
Du Hui said subconsciously: "This is also your home."
Lu Yao said: "No."
Du Hui stepped forward in one breath and glared at Lu Yao: "What are you doing again? I've told you so many times..."
"If you don't use it, it's free. If you don't use it, don't spend it in vain?" Lu Yao got ahead of Du Hui and looked at her and asked.
Du Hui wanted to nod, but when she saw Lu Yao's somewhat empty and unfocused eyes, she couldn't lower her head for some reason.
Perhaps, she never considered this place to be her home from the bottom of her heart, she was just numbing herself and deceiving herself.