Chapter 201 - : Better Get the Hell Out of Lan Feng!
Chapter 201: Better Get the Hell Out of Lan Feng!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Wen Xinya only crossed her arms as she watched her self-directed speech with a cold look in her eyes.
Seeing her cold expression, Jiang Ruoyin was again reminded of the watch incident and felt slightly uneasy. Gloating, Jiang Yuqian looked at Wen Xinya. “Didn’t expect you to actually come to Lan Feng Institute too. You probably don’t know, but not everyone can study here—those who made it here are all very outstanding. I heard you didn’t even go to secondary school—aren’t you afraid of tarnishing the Wen Family’s reputation by coming to Lan Feng Institute?”
Xia Ruxue said sarcastically, “Somebody chose to rush here to throw her face, you don’t have to worry for her. She’s the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, the successor of the Wen Family in the future—whichever school she wants to go to, it’s just a word from the Wen Family away.”
Wen Xinya casually played with her own fingers and said plainly, “Yup, not everyone can come to Lan Feng,” expressing her agreement with what they had said.
However, Xia Ruya’s heart thumped furiously, and Jiang Yuqian held her head up high and said arrogantly, “It’s good that you know—you better take your admission slip and get the hell out of Lan Feng!”
Wen Xinya’s eyes suddenly shot a piercing glow as she looked at Jiang Yuqian and Xia Ruya one by one, her small, elegant face radiating a soul-sucking force, making the few people in the house feel momentarily like grapes on the floor—tiny and insignificant. “Since you illegitimate girls can come to Lan Feng, then I, the dignified, legitimate eldest daughter of the Wen Family, naturally can come here. Since you girls aren’t afraid of losing face, why should I be afraid?”
With her words, Xia Ruya suddenly held her own hands tightly into fists, her sharp nails sinking into the tender flesh of her palms.
Jiang Yuqian’s face was twisted with fury—her identity as an illegitimate daughter was a black mark that she could never erase. “B*tch, you actually dare to scold me? So what if you’re the eldest daughter of the Wen Family—why don’t you take a look at your appearance—from head to toe, nowhere has half the taste of a girl from a wealthy family. Even with the glow of the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, you’re but a wild pheasant with bad taste.”
“B*tch—cursing me?” Wen Xinya’s asked in a curious tone, as she walked towards her aggressively.
Jiang Yuqian was secretly mocking her for not having any expensive jewelry or branded clothes on.
Wen Xinya laughed in her heart—indeed, she did not have any jewelry on, but on her head was a 500-year-old rosewood hairpin, and the clothes on her were all customized handmade clothes by the Henry Poole Family from Si Yiyan.
Jiang Yuqian turned pale as she felt Wen Xinya closing in, step by step. She instinctively stepped back quickly, but her words were unrelenting. “B*tch, of course, I’m cursing you.” With these words, Jiang Yuqian felt uneasy as a sudden realization hit her, filling her eyes with intense fury and hatred. “B*tch, you actually… tricked me!”
When Wen Xinya suddenly took a big step forward, Jiang Yuqian instinctively backed away, pressing her body onto the wall. “What do you want?”
“I hate it when people call me b*tch!” Wen Xinya’s fingers lightly brushed across the main artery on her neck.
Jiang Yuqian felt a bone-piercing sense of coldness from her moist hand, from which a chill traveled from her fingers and seeped into her skin. The ice-cold sensation flowed from her pores, veins, and started spreading throughout her body…
“So, don’t ever call me that. Otherwise… I’ll get angry—hmm?” As if she liked the curves of her neck, Wen Xinya stretched her five fingers out, held her neck, and sized her neck up.
“Ah! Let me go…” Frightened, Jiang Yuqian closed her eyes and screamed. The sensitive skin of her neck already felt the shape of Wen Xinya’s fingers as the ice-cold chill invaded her body. At this moment, it was as if she was frozen, unable to move at all…
“Your neck looks great—such a burdensome sapphire necklace covers the curves of your neck. Why don’t you switch it up with some thin diamond necklace—it’ll bring out the beauty of the curves of your neck.” Wen Xinya suggested kindly.
Jiang Yuqian felt the moist, chilly hand still cruising on her neck as her teeth chattered. She wanted to struggle free but realized that all her strength seemed to have been devoured by Wen Xinya’s aura. “Let me go, let me go now…”
Wen Xinya retracted her hand fairly calmly, drew a piece of napkin out from the tea table before the sofa, and proceeded to gently wipe the hand which had touched Jiang Yuqian’s neck conscientiously and carefully, as if she was afraid of contracting germs.
After she was done wiping, her fingers curled up, suddenly scrunching the piece of napkin in her hand into a ball, and casually tossed it into a rubbish bin that was quite a distance away from her. “Your taste isn’t much better—seems like even with the glow of being a lady from a wealthy family, you’re but an illegitimate child who’s not presentable.”
Jiang Yuqian’s jelly legs nearly collapsed to the floor. Watching Wen Xinya’s obviously taking her time to wipe her hand and toss the napkin away, a fierce fury arose within her, and as she listened to her humiliating words, she wished she could go up and tear her mouth apart.
However, thinking of the chill on her neck, she angrily stomached the insult.
Xia Ruxue looked at Wen Xinya mockingly. “What do you know—the aquamarine on Yuqian’s neck was made by cutting from a whole piece of aquamarine. It has a color as deep as the ocean, clear and translucent, and signifies happiness, longevity, courage, and composure.”
Wen Xinya smirked obscurely. Actually, Jiang Yuqian’s neck was comparatively shorter, and wearing such burdensome jewelry not only made her neck seem even shorter and thicker but also drew everyone’s attention to her shortcoming.
Xia Ruya smiled and said, “Yuqian’s birthday falls on March, and aquamarine is the birthstone for March. That’s why Yuqian wears aquamarine accessories.”
Xia Ruya had always been good with her words, always careful to avoid ambiguity, making it impossible to find any fault with her. Look… how smart she was—not saying anything more about aquamarine, and instead targeted the birthday directly.
Jiang Ruoyin said mockingly, “Ruya, why are you explaining to her—how would a street gangster who’d led a wandering life like her know the symbolism of these expensive jewelry—aren’t you simply talking to a wall!”
“If you think I’m not fit to come to Lan Feng Institute and is unwilling to help me with the procedures for reporting and arrangement of apartment, I can go straight to your president—I believe he’ll help me with it happily.” Wen Xinya’s chilly gaze looked at Jiang Ruoyin quietly, radiating overweening elegance.
Jiang Ruoyin looked at her mockingly. “Who do you think you are? The president attends to a myriad of affairs daily, is extremely busy, and has no time to waste on you. Wanting to get him to personally help you with your related procedures—what wishful thinking!”
“What’s happening?” A clear and pleasant voice was heard steadily from the entrance. It carried warmth, like a breath of fresh air, but was so distinguished that people dared not take his command lightly.