Chapter 13: Weiwei Is Your Sister

Nanyou Xu’s beautiful eyes shimmered with liquid light. Ruan Cha coughed lightly, her gaze darting away uneasily.

Damn.

Girls really were deadly when they acted coy.

After a few seconds, Ruan Cha fluttered her lovely eyes and nodded. “Alright.”

“Ah! Ruanruan, I just love you so much!”

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With the new bond of friendship between her and Nanyou Xu, the schemes of Ruan Yingzhe and Kong Xian to destroy Ruan Cha’s reputation were utterly dashed.

When the banquet ended, Nanyou Xu finally took her leave, lingering reluctantly.

After seeing off the last guest, Ruan Yingzhe and Kong Xian approached Ruan Cha.

The girl, delicate and striking, was curled up on the sofa, stray wisps of hair framing her cheeks and lending a softness to her profile.

She toyed with her phone, sending messages to Chen Yan.

“I don’t care what tricks you used to get involved with Miss Nan,” Ruan Yingzhe said, his tone far from kind, his gaze on Ruan Cha filled only with disdain. “Now that you’re back in the Ruan family, you’d better behave yourself.”

Ruan Cha paid him no mind, continuing to tap away at her phone, sending sticker after sticker.

“Weiwei is your elder sister. If anything like today ever happens again, you’d better remember your place. Don’t ever embarrass your sister in public.”

At these words, Ruan Cha finally looked up, her clear eyes blinking as if in confusion, but her voice was sharp and direct. “So, Father, you mean that even if Nanyou Xu doesn’t know my sister, I still have to show her every courtesy?”

That mention of Nanyou Xu not knowing her hit Ruan Wei right in the heart. She gasped, her eyes reddening with fury.

“My sister’s the one who boasted she’d submitted her designs, but Nanyou Xu didn’t even recognize her. What’s that got to do with me?” Ruan Cha’s voice was sweet and soft, giving no hint of malice.

Yet somehow, it nearly drove Ruan Wei to tears.

“Shut your mouth!” Ruan Yingzhe, though inept, doted on Ruan Wei. At Ruan Cha’s words, he immediately lost his temper.

Kong Xian bit her lip, moved to his side, and pressed down the hand he’d almost raised. She smiled gracefully, “Cha Cha, I know you’re clever—you managed to buy Miss Nan’s designer necklace, so you must have some powerful connections. It’s no surprise you know Miss Nan. But now that you’re a Ruan, it’s best to keep a low profile. Otherwise, if rumors spread, it won’t do your reputation any good.”

Her tone was gentle, but her words were anything but.

Wasn’t she just insinuating that someone was keeping Ruan Cha, that she could never have bought that necklace herself?

The curve of Ruan Cha’s lips grew mocking.

She pressed her lips together, a chill flickering in her eyes.

Just then, the sound of footsteps grew louder behind her.

Heavier and heavier.

Even the air seemed to grow thin.

Ruan Cha noticed that Ruan Wei, whose eyes had brimmed with tears moments before, was now staring wide-eyed past her, face tinged with an odd blush.

Ruan Cha slowly turned.

She saw, at a glance, a man approaching: tall and lean in a black trench coat, his features refined and distant, his presence both noble and cold.

Gu Zhenzhi’s gaze was icy, utterly devoid of warmth, with an undercurrent of intimidating ruthlessness.

His long legs carried him forward, step by step, until he stood before Ruan Cha.

“Mr. Gu isn’t so poor that he can’t afford a necklace for his own sister.”

Trailing behind him, Chen Yan spoke with a chill that matched Gu Zhenzhi’s own.

Kong Xian was left utterly stunned.