Chapter 435: Chapter 435: Mo Shaolin Sees Li Xia’s True Face 2
Li Xia opened the chat window with Mo Shaolin and clicked on the video Mo Shaolin had sent.
Just one look, and she felt socially destroyed!
It was a surveillance video, taken by the cameras at Li Yehan’s door.
A video of Li Xia asking Li Yehan why he didn’t like her. Li Xia’s mind was in turmoil.
She hadn’t expected Li Yehan to send the surveillance footage to Mo Shaolin, making it unbearable for her.
Mo Shaolin’s voice sounded: “I didn’t expect you liked Ye Han. All those times you pretended to like me, acted flirtatious around me—was it all just an act?”
Mo Shaolin angrily confronted her: “So? Were you just playing me the whole time? Pretending to like me to fool me? Jiang Ningzhu, you disgust me!”
Mo Shaolin didn’t call her Li Xia; he called her Jiang Ningzhu.
Li Xia knew Mo Shaolin hated her and didn’t want to have any more contact with her.
“Brother Shaolin, let me explain. The ‘like’ I told him about isn’t the kind of ‘like’ between a man and a woman—it’s more like how a brother cares for a sister. Brother Shaolin, you can’t just dismiss my feelings for you because of a surveillance video!”
“Don’t call me anymore. When you contact me, it only reminds me how foolish I’ve been! Right now, I’m starting to suspect that the incident of Huo Siyu losing her child was also your doing!”
Once the seed of doubt is planted, it grows endlessly with all kinds of suspicions.
“Brother Shaolin, it wasn’t me! I didn’t harm Huo Siyu!”
“Jiang Ningzhu, hang up. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
Mo Shaolin decisively hung up the call.
Li Xia called again, but couldn’t get through.
Furious, Li Xia threw a pillow; she knew Mo Shaolin had blocked her.
Outraged, Li Xia switched to another phone and called Li Yehan, demanding why he had sabotaged her.
Li Yehan didn’t hang up but instead responded with a question: “Doesn’t Mo Shaolin deserve to know your true face?”
That was the reason Li Yehan had talked to Li Xia the last time they met.
He had lured out Li Xia’s feelings, then turned around and shared them with Mo Shaolin.
After finishing, Li Yehan also blocked Li Xia.
Li Xia was so mad she slammed the phone—and let out screams of frustration.
The maid standing nearby looked embarrassed: “Miss, that’s my phone…”
The maid was fuming inside: You think just because you’re the lady of the house, you can do what you want? If you’ve got the guts, go smash your own phone! Why break mine for no reason? Dammit, who wants this lousy job anyway!
Li Xia snapped in annoyance: “I know it’s your phone. I’ll give you ten thousand yen to buy yourself a new one.”
The maid’s eyes sparkled: Well, well, looks like the lady smashed it brilliantly—smashing it like a pro, smashing it clean and proper!
As long as she got paid, they could smash phones all day.
The maid took the money and left, not caring whether Li Xia was upset or not; she was ready to clock out.
…
Old Mrs. Yang’s days weren’t easy—she’d been in the hospital for a long time, suffering daily from anxiety and torment.
Finally, Old Mrs. Yang awaited Tang Helin’s arrival.
Tang Helin’s appearance made Old Mrs. Yang’s eyes light up.
“Old Tang, please cure me. If I had known she was your disciple, I wouldn’t have come to Jing City no matter what.”
Old Mrs. Yang regretted it deeply—how could she have known Nan Qiao was Tang Helin’s disciple?
Tang Helin sat down proudly and said, “Qiaoqiao is my last disciple. Originally, I wanted her to take my position, but unfortunately, she wasn’t interested. To me, Qiaoqiao is my first choice—her abilities far exceed mine. Now, you tell me, why did you offend her? Isn’t this just asking for trouble?”
Old Mrs. Yang “…”
“Old Tang, how was I supposed to know? If I had known, would I have allowed myself to be ruined like this?”
Old Mrs. Yang sighed; she had already experienced firsthand what it was like to deal with Nan Qiao—and suffer the consequences.
Old Mrs. Yang said urgently, “Old Tang, please cure me quickly.”
Tang Helin: “Shouldn’t you apologize to my sweet disciple first?”
Old Mrs. Yang: “…”
“Old Tang, you want me to apologize to her? I’m already seventy years old, and you want me to lower my head to a junior?”
“What, does being old make you virtuous?” Tang Helin replied seriously.
Old Mrs. Yang: “…”
Old Mrs. Yang felt so regretful she could cry!
If she had another chance, how could she possibly create such trouble for herself?
“Old Tang, I’d rather not apologize. Can’t you at least do me a favor, okay?”
Tang Helin asked sternly, “If I give you face, who will give Qiaoqiao face? Your face matters, but Qiaoqiao’s doesn’t?”
Old Mrs. Yang almost choked on her own anger, feeling like she was about to explode from frustration.
Damned fool!
With a displeased frown, Tang Helin said: “Think it through carefully. If you can’t figure it out, don’t come to me.”
He stood and prepared to leave, prompting Old Mrs. Yang to shout after him, pleading for him to sit back down.
“Let’s talk this through! I’ll apologize, alright? Call your disciple over—I’ll apologize to her.”
Tang Helin: “You expect Qiaoqiao to come in person? Old Mrs. Yang, you’re unbelievably entitled!”
Old Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth, suppressing her rage as she asked, “Then how should I do it?”
“Set up a banquet and apologize to my disciple.”
Old Mrs. Yang: “…”
“You think one banquet isn’t enough? Fine, rent out an entire restaurant.”
“Old Tang, it’s not that I think it’s insufficient—I just don’t see the need to go to such lengths. You know my health isn’t great.”
“No one’s asking you to sit down for dinner. What’s stopping your health? Go apologize, then leave. We’ll eat without you—is that so hard?” Tang Helin said with a satisfied smile.
Old Mrs. Yang: “!!”
That smile—what for?!
Old Mrs. Yang cursed him inwardly, but dared not voice her thoughts.
With no other option, Old Mrs. Yang reluctantly said, “Alright, I’ll set a banquet and sincerely apologize to Nan Qiao.”
“That’s more like it.” Tang Helin stood, feigning departure.
After walking a few steps, he turned back to say, “Let me check with my disciple if she’s even free this afternoon. Qiaoqiao is very busy—not every day is convenient for her to attend such banquets.”
Old Mrs. Yang: “…”
He made it sound as if she was eager to host the apology banquet herself. Doesn’t her dignity matter?
…
Tang Helin waited at the coffee shop near the school for Nan Qiao to finish class.
Soon, Nan Qiao left school and happily walked in.
“Master, is Old Mrs. Yang really going to set up a banquet to apologize to me?”
“Of course, she has realized the depths of her error and wants to earnestly apologize to you.”
Nan Qiao still felt that something was off—Old Mrs. Yang, someone so prideful, would willingly put her ego aside?
“Qiaoqiao, leave those concerns to me. Just pick whichever restaurant you’d like, and I’ll relay it to Old Mrs. Yang. You only need to decide whether to accept her apology.”
“Huh? I actually get to decide?” Nan Qiao sounded surprised.
“Certainly. If you don’t accept her apology, then you don’t accept it.”
Nan Qiao laughed, feeling like Old Mrs. Yang had fallen victim to her master’s scheming.
After chuckling for a while, she said, “Since Master owes her a favor, I’ll forgive her. But if she stirs up trouble again, I won’t let her off easily next time.”
“Qiaoqiao, you’ve been through a lot.”
“It’s no trouble. I’m finally able to help Master out with something!”
Tang Helin looked fondly at Nan Qiao, with a sense of pride as though his young pupil had grown up.