“Is there something wrong with that girl? I saw her drop the plates while she was walking. It seemed like it was on purpose.”
Meng Xueyou ignored them; she rushed behind the counter and entered the restroom, then took out her phone to check the news online. When she confirmed what she saw was the truth, she was so angry she clenched her fingers tightly and threw her phone in a fit of fury.
Bang! Her phone flew into the mirror with an earth-shattering crash before sliding down and falling into the sink.
However, this was not enough to calm the flames of her fury. She picked up her phone again. It just so happened that the screen showed a picture of Han Muzi in a formal dress; the picture showcased Han Muzi’s pale, white skin and long neck. It showed off her exquisiteness from head to toe.
All of this should belong to me! Meng Xueyou felt a deep sorrow in her heart; she picked up her phone and smashed it into the mirror, over and over again.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang, bang! The loud noises continued to ring out from the restroom.
An employee outside frowned when he heard the sound. “What’s that noise? It seems to be coming from the restroom.”
“Shhh, shut your mouth! Who else but that two-faced b*tch would dare act so arrogantly? I don’t even know how many of the mirrors she has already broken in the restroom.”
“What would she be afraid of? Even if she breaks a mirror, it would just be replaced for her. It’s not like she risks losing anything.”
“That’s true. Even if she trashed the entire store, it’d be resolved after a good night’s sleep.”
Meng Xueyou had been smashing her phone against the mirror crazily—as if she was possessed. She felt a sharp pain in her fingers and only then did she come to her senses. She noticed that a piece of the shattered mirror had pierced her hand.
The sight of fresh blood cleared her thoughts. She observed the red blotch on her finger, as well as the mirror and her phone that had been smashed beyond recognition; she bit her lower lip resentfully.
Why? Why? Why is that b*tch so blessed? In the beginning, Meng Xueyou had been acting for so long while trembling in fear inside, but Han Qing was indifferent toward her. After that, even when she told Ye Moxuan that she was pregnant with his child, he wouldn’t believe her.
But what about Han Muzi? From the beginning, Han Muzi was a woman with a failed marriage. She even married into the Ye Family while pregnant with an illegitimate child, yet she was loved by Ye Moxuan.
What kind of world is this? Why are the men so insane? Meng Xueyou threw aside her phone and touched her face. Why am I not good enough? How am I incomparable to Han Muzi? I clearly… don’t lose to her in any way! So why is God so against me?
…
Han Muzi sat on the sofa for quite a long while. She was unaware that she fell asleep and only realized it when she woke up with a start. Glancing at her phone, she saw that only a little over 30 minutes had passed.
When she was still working at Ye Group, she knew that their meetings would usually stretch across several hours. The company was a large conglomerate, after all, so there were many people discussing business. She estimated that she would have to wait here for Ye Moxuan until noon. She thought this wasn’t a bad idea—if she waited until noon, then they could go for lunch together. Therefore, she got up and stretched, then brought her phone with her to the lounge.
She wasn’t sure why, but recently whenever she saw a sofa or bed, she would feel extremely sleepy. She wasn’t sure if it was because she hadn’t slept well last night. She saw the bed in the lounge, which looked incredibly inviting, and lay down on it to sleep. She fell asleep in no time at all.
She didn’t know how long she had slept. Her phone vibrated slightly, thereupon her eyelashes fluttered then she opened her eyes and looked at her phone. It seemed like someone had sent her a message. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and picked up her phone to take a look.
Sure enough, someone had sent her a message. She glanced through the contents of the message. She thought she had read it wrongly and re-read it carefully. She sat up straight and brooded quietly. In the next moment, another message came in.
Han Muzi was too sleepy so she couldn’t be bothered to deal with this person—especially since this person had threatened her before. She put her phone aside and lay down again, preparing to continue her nap.
Probably anxious after not receiving a reply for some time, the person called her directly. Han Muzi was extremely annoyed as she answered the phone. “What do you want?” her voice was as cold as tundra, without even a hint of warmth.
Meng Xueyou… Five years ago, they broke off their friendship. Five years after that, the things that she had done to Han Muzi… had completely destroyed any lingering affection that was left between them.
“Qi—” At the mention of ‘Qi’, Han Muzi felt like crying and she went into a trance.
Time seemed to rewind to many years ago when Han Muzi and Meng Xueyou were like sisters to each other. At that time, they got along very well and did everything together—whether it was eating, sleeping, or even bathing.
At the time, Meng Xueyou still remembered her debt toward Han Muzi who had helped her. Therefore, she would share all the good stuff with Han Muzi, effectively spending more money on Han Muzi than she did on herself.
At that time, Han Muzi thought that she would remain best friends with Meng Xueyou forever. She didn’t expect that even her identity… would be snatched away. Hah, how ridiculous that was.
“Don’t call me that. I can’t stand it.” Recalling the past, Han Muzi coldly interrupted Meng Xueyou’s words.
There was silence for a while from the other end of the phone, then came a sobbing voice. “Qi, do you still blame me? The previous incidents… It wasn’t on purpose. I know I was in the wrong. I must have been possessed to have done all those things. I regretted it afterward, and that’s why I kept making it up to you. You know that too!”
“That’s right.” Han Muzi curved her red lips; her smile and her expression were extremely derisive. “I do know that. You have always treated me very well. Everything that you bought for yourself, you’d buy for me too. You’d even buy stuff for me that you wouldn’t even buy for yourself. At the time, you told me that it was because we were the best of friends. However, I only found out afterward that it was all because of your guilty conscience. Because you stole my identity, every time you used my identity to buy something, you’d feel very guilty, so you’d buy me the same thing to comfort yourself. Isn’t that right?”
“Qi… I understand that I was wrong. Now you’re the young miss of the Han Family, and I… am nothing more than a clown with nothing to my name. I’ve received my karma. Won’t you please forgive me?
Han Muzi said nothing and narrowed her eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Meng Xueyou actually came begging for her forgiveness? Based on the events from five years ago, Meng Xueyou was not the kind of person that would come asking her for forgiveness. She squinted and asked unhappily, “Just what do you want?”
“I-I just want to ask for your forgiveness. I’ve really repented. Qi, won’t you meet with me?”
Meet with her?
“Now that things have progressed to this point, do you think that even if I was willing to meet with you, it would change anything? Xueyou, on account of our previous relationship as best friends, I will overlook all the sh*tty things that you’ve done to me—including the stalking incident. However, if you play any other dirty tricks, I’ll take it directly to the lawyers. If we meet again, it would be in court.”
