BXBX NOVEL Chapter 12 - 12: 12: She is not a weakling to be bullied
Chapter 12 - 12: 12: She is not a weakling to be bullied
She tossed and turned in the guest room at Country Garden, having not slept the whole night, she got up early, bags under her eyes.
“Good morning, Miss Rong,” the butler greeted her warmly.
Rong Yan hurriedly responded, “Good morning.”
She hesitated for a moment then asked, “That… is the driver not here yet?”
The butler, keeping his eyes fixed ahead, smiled and said, “It’s too early now; the young master has not woken up. The driver usually arrives at Country Garden at nine. It won’t be too late if Miss Rong waits for the young master to get up and then leaves after having breakfast together.”
Have breakfast with Li Shengxiao?
Rong Yan’s face was a picture of resignation.
Ever since that man asked her if she had a boyfriend last night, her heart had been suspended in mid-air. She hadn’t slept well all night; how could she be in the mood for breakfast now.
Rong Yan imagined the scene of sitting face to face with him for breakfast and immediately said, “I think I’d better go back myself. It’s daylight now; it’s safer outside, so I won’t trouble the driver or Mr. Li.”
She was ready to leave as soon as she said it.
“This…” The butler was taken aback, not expecting Miss Rong to pull such a move. What to do, the young master has not woken up yet. If he wakes up and finds out Miss Rong has left, what will he use to explain to the young master?
Despite the butler’s efforts to keep her, he could not persuade Rong Yan to stay, and he watched helplessly as she walked away with her bag.
“What to do, Miss Rong has left.”
“I’ll go up and report to the young master.”
“But Mr. Li…”
The butler hesitated for a few minutes but still went upstairs, knocking on the door of the master bedroom, disturbing the man still in slumber…
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The morning sunshine poured down, the flowers and plants that had been asleep all night unfurled their leaves. Rong Yan walked on the small path of the villa complex, breathing in the fresh air of the morning, and stretched comfortably.
After leaving the villa complex, she immediately hailed a taxi and headed straight to HuanYu.
Recently, Rong Weiwei had won the Golden Eagle Best Actress award, and along with it, HuanYu’s popularity was also soaring. The skyscraper was bustling with people coming and going incessantly.
Rong Yan got out of the car and randomly bought a duckbill cap at the roadside, tucking it on her head and then found a quiet corner to wait.
The sunlight fell on her, shaded by the foliage above, casting a shadow that gave off a solemn and chilly aura.
Finally, a Mercedes SUV drove up, attracting everyone’s attention. The paparazzi lurking outside HuanYu crowded around as they saw the car approaching.
The car door opened.
Rong Weiwei stepped out from the nanny van, sporting the latest fairy dress from Free People. The nude tulle complemented her skin tone, making her look stunningly beautiful.
Rong Yan lifted her duckbill cap slightly, her beautiful dark and sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, watching the woman surrounded by adoration, and she slightly curled her lips…
The paparazzi outside HuanYu had already surrounded her, blocking the way of those trying to enter.
“Weiwei, was the mysterious bouquet you received last night at the event from Mr. Shi?”
“Weiwei, have you set the date for your marriage with Mr. Shi? I heard Mr. Shi is coming back to the country soon, have the parents from both sides arranged to meet each other?”
“Weiwei, HuanYu has recently acquired the rights to the hot IP “Return to Ning,” and as the future lady of HuanYu, will you be participating in it? The public is looking forward to this drama, and your fans are very excited about your performance. What do you think about it?”
Rong Weiwei, enjoying the feeling of being chased by the crowd, lifted the corners of her mouth, signaling her bodyguard to be careful not to shove her fans, suddenly, a neat figure cut through the crowd and suddenly appeared before her.
“Rong Yan…”
She had barely finished speaking.
Rong Yan had already taken three steps in two and directly extracted the person from the crowd. Raising her hand, a slap landed crisply on her delicately made-up face!
“Slap!”
A clear sound of a slap rendered the whole place silent.
Rong Weiwei, stunned by the sudden slap, quickly recovered, clutching her face and suppressing the anger in her belly, squeezing out a wronged expression as she looked towards Rong Yan. She didn’t even get the chance to cry out to the media.
Rong Yan had already clenched her jaw, her eyes cold as frost as she leaned in to whisper, “Rong Weiwei, it’s been years since we last met, and your audacity just keeps growing. Before, you only dared to scheme behind the scenes, but now you’re bold enough to take matters into your own hands. Was it fun to push me onto the road yesterday? Are you disappointed to see me unscathed in front of you now?”