Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 37: Calling the family

Song Yu was stunned and turned back to look at the newcomer.

"Auntie?"

It was his aunt who stood at the door.

Ou Yilian was filled with glee when she heard the voice—Song Yu's family was here? That was great! There was a deep sense of vengeance in her heart; to her, Song Yu was nothing more than a child from an ordinary family, and such guardians would be quite easy to deal with.

It was just that when she turned her head, she ended up thoroughly stunned.

She was some distance away, and the walls reflected light, making it so that her features couldn't be clearly seen, but Ou Yuilian could tell that the woman standing at the door had a very special temperament.

There was a haughtiness that was similar to Wang Ci's mother's—but it wasn't so annoying. On the contrary, it was more elegant and bright. She wore a smoke gray shirt paired with a wine red fishtail skirt and chestnut curly hair, her entire person's temperament elegant and charming.

When she walked in, Ou Yilian was also able to see her appearance—she was wearing light make-up, had well-maintained skin, and seemed to be going out casually.

Out of a woman's subconscious reaction, Ou Yilian quietly looked and compared herself with her. In the end, she gritted her teeth and held onto the corner of the table anxiously.

As soon as she entered the door, Mother Meng came forward a few steps. There was a cold smile on her lips as her eyes focused on Wang Ci's mother.

"Ill-bred? Who did you just scold for having no upbringing?"

Wang Ci's mother still had her eyes covered and didn't try to look at the newcomer. She scolded furiously, "Are you unable to see who the ill-bred one is? It's that murderous, bastard nephew of yours—"

"Pa."

A slap was flung at Wang Ci's mother's face.

After all, the water hadn't really entered her eyes.

Wang Ci's mother raised up her gaze in fury, "You—"

It was just that the sentence caught in her mouth and wouldn't come out.

The blood on her face faded away, and all anger and resentment turned into shock.

She turned stiff on the spot and stared at the woman in front of her. Half a beat later, she squeezed out a trembling voice from her throat, "Wen, Yuan?!"

Mother Meng—Wen Yuan, was also able to clearly see who it was. The amusement in her eyes didn't lessen, mocking and sarcastic, "I wanted to know who it was who was so powerful that they could make my entire family unable to live on in Jing City. So it turned out to be you, Wu Xinmei."

Her lipstick was bright and gorgeous, but her words were harsh when they reached the ears.

"Ill-bred? Do you deserve to say these words?"

Wang Ci's mother felt like she'd just been slapped again, but she couldn't say anything in front of Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan's entire life was like an existence that simply contrasted hers.

She was born as a well-bred young lady of note, and she married into the equally powerful Meng Family later on. Her entire life's path was as smooth as flowing water.

She just hadn't thought that Song Yu's aunt—would actually be Wen Yuan!

Wen Yuan's lips curved briefly.

"Using drugs to climb into bed and become a mistress, then outlive the original wife and step up into an official position, marrying yourself to a man 20 years your senior in order to climb into the Wang Family. Do you really think that you're something?"