Chapter 80 Shameless Mother and Daughter, Begging Online

Su Wan had no choice but to stop, turning toward the door. When she saw who was outside, surprise flickered across her face.

“Jiahui, Wenyu, what brings you here? What’s happened to Wenyu?”

The visitors were none other than Zhao Wenyu and her mother, Song Jiahui. At that moment, Zhao Wenyu’s face was streaked with tears, her eyes swollen and red. Song Jiahui wore a look of anger as she dragged her still-crying daughter straight into the Gu household.

“Sister-in-law, you’re asking what’s wrong with Wenyu, but why don’t you ask that new little maid in your house how she bullied my daughter? If I hadn’t found Wenyu crying in a corner, she wouldn’t have told me about it at all!”

“Jiahui, you must be mistaken. My daughter would never bully anyone.” Su Wan was utterly confused, confronted by Song Jiahui’s accusations, and she emphasized the word “daughter.”

New little maid? What kind of expression was that?

She had only seen Gu Jinyan and Su Gu Ci downstairs earlier, and hadn’t noticed Zhao Wenyu. She had no idea why Song Jiahui had come storming in.

But deep down, Su Wan believed Gu Ci wouldn’t bully Zhao Wenyu.

Song Jiahui’s aggressive manner made Su Wan frown.

Song Jiahui’s voice was sharp. “If your child hadn’t bullied mine, why would she be crying?”

“My Wenyu just wanted to try on the new dress Jinyan bought. Was it necessary for your girl to be so petty, and even scold my daughter to tears?”

Gu Jinyan’s mood, which had been so cheerful as he dressed up his sister, was instantly ruined by the arrival of these two.

He disliked Zhao Wenyu, but even more so her mother.

Yet, since she was a woman and an elder, he couldn’t speak harshly, and could only explain with restraint.

“Aunt Song, my sister didn’t let Zhao Wenyu try the dresses because they’re gifts I prepared for her. And besides, the one who made Zhao Wenyu cry was me. Why are you blaming my sister?”

Hearing this, Zhao Wenyu began to cry even harder, wailing, “Jinyan, Gu Ci already has so many, can’t she just give me a few?”

Song Jiahui felt even more heartbroken. “Gu Ci, aren’t gifts meant to be given away? You already have so many. What’s the harm in giving a few to Wenyu? Isn’t that right?”

Gu Jinyan was so angry he felt like punching something! These were his gifts for Gu Ci—what gave her the right to demand them?

He replied bluntly, “I disagree! Aunt Song, these are gifts I gave to Gu Ci—I won’t allow them to be given to anyone else!”

Gu Changrong and Su Wan added, “Jiahui, if Wenyu wants dresses, we can buy some for her. But these are prepared by our third child for his sister, a token of his affection. You see…”

Song Jiahui’s expression changed immediately. “Big brother, sister-in-law, what are you saying? We’re not beggars, coveting a couple of dresses! We only asked because we don’t know where to buy this style, that’s all.”

“I know your family isn’t short on money, but there’s no need to insult us, is there?”

Gu Changrong and Su Wan hadn’t meant it that way, but fearing they might hurt Song Jiahui’s fragile feelings further, they awkwardly fell silent.

Privately triumphant, Song Jiahui turned to Gu Jinyan, “Jinyan, you said these are already given to Gu Ci. Since they’re hers now, shouldn’t it be her decision how to handle them?”

Seeing Gu Jinyan quiet, Song Jiahui looked to Gu Ci, feigning warmth as she took her hand, speaking earnestly, “Gu Ci, it’s just a few dresses. Look how sad Wenyu is—surely you’ll give her some, won’t you? Auntie knows you’re a sensible child.”

“And besides, this way you’ll be good friends in the future. If Wenyu gets anything nice, she’ll think of you too.”

Zhao Wenyu immediately turned to Gu Ci, “Yes, Gu Ci, if I get anything, I’ll share it with you.”

But her gaze toward the dresses betrayed a deep, jealous longing.

These dresses… These dresses should have been gifts from Jinyan to her!

But now, Gu Ci had received them all! She would find a way to drive Gu Ci out of the Gu family!

Gu Jinyan looked anxiously at Gu Ci.

He didn’t want her to give Zhao Wenyu any dresses, but worried that if she refused, Song Jiahui would label her as “petty” or “immature.”

He knew all too well how difficult Song Jiahui could be.

Under everyone’s gaze, Gu Ci drew back her hand, “I don’t lack friends.”

Then, with calm indifference, she added, “Nor do I lack things.”

Song Jiahui could hardly believe her ears, her face alternating between pale and flushed, and Zhao Wenyu’s expression grew uglier still.

Gu Ci’s words had clearly painted them as needy beggars!

It took Song Jiahui a moment to find her voice, her gaze critical, “How can you be so heartless? You’re not a little girl anymore, and yet you still don’t know how to behave?”

Seeing Gu Ci’s appearance, Song Jiahui’s look grew even more disdainful. “Honestly, it’s fine to have one or two gifts, but why hoard so many? Such extravagance and stinginess at your age—what will you do when you marry? What family would want a daughter-in-law like you?”

Gu Ci replied modestly, “No, I’m still three or four years younger than your daughter.”

Song Jiahui’s face turned dark, “You!”

Hearing this, Gu Jinyan, still upset, couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth, afraid he might lose control.

When Song Jiahui looked over, he shrugged, “Aunt Song, I didn’t laugh.”

Song Jiahui’s face was so black it looked like the bottom of a pot.

She gave up on communicating with the two children, dragging Zhao Wenyu over to Gu Changrong and Su Wan, her anger unabated.

“Big brother, sister-in-law, you’ve seen your daughter’s attitude. It’s not that I covet these dresses, but Wenyu really likes them.”

“Let’s do this—whatever dresses Wenyu likes, we’ll pay for, alright?”

Though Song Jiahui said this, she had never intended to pay herself. And since she’d made such a show of it, surely Gu Changrong and Su Wan wouldn’t refuse her a couple of dresses?

However, this time, Song Jiahui was destined for disappointment…