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Naturally, someone responded to the comment, “That’s right, she is just pretending to be innocent.”
“Typical pretentious b*tch, even worse than her sister.”
One scion couldn’t bear the smack talk. “Can’t you give it a rest? You become jealous as soon as you see someone prettier than you. The Yun family is in a dire state already, you don’t have to worsen the situation.”
“Please take note of the circumstances and avoid making trouble. Young Master Xie has returned to take over the entire Ning An City. He’s part of the legendary Northern Xie Southern Wang. Take care that he doesn’t start things off with your family.”
Although he didn’t understand what Young Master Xie represented, his father had drilled it into his head that he had to put on a good performance in front of Young Master Xie. Enough respect had to be shown.
“What is Northern Xie Southern Wang, does anyone know?” A woman was unimpressed. Although Ning An City was the biggest city in the country, it was still under the jurisdiction of the capital city’s political-administrative center.
Young Master Bai looked at his impenitent younger sister and shook his head. Admittedly, such secrets were only known by those who were to succeed the current generation of the prestigious and influential.
Yun Bixue had finished treating the wounds on her hand and arm and left the hall. While she walked, she worried over the 600,000 yuan surgery fee for her grandfather, unaware of the drizzle that had started.
However, when she saw a shadowy figure next to the luxury car in front of her, she paused. Her expression froze, and she pursed her lips; all color drained from them.
The tall and cold figure turned around, revealing the handsome face of a man through the rain. He held a cigarette in one hand, its smoke dispersing in the air.
Despite Yun Bixue not being able to see him clearly, she could feel the atmosphere turn gloomy.
Yun Bixue snickered, eyes filled with coldness. “Has Young Master An come to see my sorry state? Or is it to watch the Yun family make a fool of themselves?”
An Yexuan looked at Yun Bixue silently. His ink-black eyes were filled with darkness. They almost looked like black whirlpools that could suck up people’s souls. His slender finger bent the cigarette and tossed it on the floor. The embers died instantly.
Yun Bixue had to admit, the man in front of her exuded an air of superiority and elegance in the way he carried himself.
The extinguished embers were like the complications between him and her—a cancerous one.
“If you hadn’t done anything to Chu Fei’er back then, your family would have been fine.” An Yexuan’s voice was pressed low, suggesting that he was suppressing something.
Yun Bixue’s face grew paler. She said coldly, “An Yexuan, I have told you countless times before. I did not do anything to Chu Fei’er. I have nothing to do with anything that happened, yet you shove all the blame onto me. Are you satisfied now that you have exacted vengeance on me?”
“When Chu Fei’er can come back to life, the Yun family will be restored to its former glory. Your grandfather’s condition will be also taken care of.”
Yun Bixue’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. Chu Fei’er had been dead for a long time, it would be a miracle for her to come back. “Young Master An, I hope you won’t regret your actions in the future.”
Yun Bixue turned around and left. Walking in the rain, each step she took felt punctuated with sadness and bitterness.
An Yexuan hailed from the country’s most influential and prestigious An family, holding an important status in the entire country. He ordered that no one was to extend help toward the Yun family. Naturally, no one dared to disobey. It seemed that nothing could be done about Grandfather Yun’s surgery fee.
Even Su Lenghan wanted to cut ties with her, going so far as to unite his family with the Meng’s with a marriage alliance.
Around the corner of the road, a car suddenly pulled up next to Yun Bixue. The window opened, “Miss Yun, it’s raining. Let me give you a ride.” It was Xie Liu, the man who had helped her bandage her hand earlier.
Yun Bixue tugged at her coat and shook her head, “That won’t be necessary, taking the bus will do.”
“Miss Yun, please get in the car. If you don’t, Young Master Xie will punish me for doing a poor job when I return.”