Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife - Chapter 128: The Sound Of A Slap
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Chapter 128: The Sound Of A Slap

Ji Qiongxin was conversing with Yun Bixue, but after noticing her lack of reply, she glanced sideways and saw the odd expression on Yun Bixue's face. She then followed her line of sight.

Two women in their twenties stood ahead of them, engaged in a confrontation. Seeing their actions and demeanor, they seemed to be in conflict.

Ji Qiongxin patted Yun Bixue's hand and said, "I can easily tell that these two are trouble-makers, their personalities must be unpleasant and pretentious. You should stay away from people like that."

Yun Bixue understood that Ji Qiongxin meant well, and she nodded with a smile. "Aunty, I understand."

"Good. How many women nowadays are as kind-hearted as you? You're so sensible and obedient." Although Ji Qiongxin did not know the two women, she felt that both were eyesores that were simply tainting her sight.

She took another look at her daughter-in-law. She felt increasingly satisfied the more she saw her.

Yun Bixue's heart felt warm, and she felt rather touched. Back in the days when she was together with Su Lenghan, she had also met Mother Su. Although she had appeared amiable as well, Yun Bixue always felt that something was missing. Mother Su was always indifferent with her and sometimes abused her seniority.

After what happened to the Yun family, Mother Su had grown even more distant towards her. Although she didn't completely shut Yun Bixue out like Su Lengxian had, Mother Su's att.i.tude was still enough to hurt her.

After meeting Ji Qiongxin, she finally realized what that missing feeling was back then. It was the feeling of sincerity. She could tell from the way Mother Su had regarded her in the past that she was taking into consideration the value of Yun Bixue's background. On the other hand, Ji Qiongxin looked at her as an individual. She treated her well and regarded her as family. She gave off a wholesome motherly impression.

However, everything was in the past. She now had the outstanding Young Master Xie and also a brilliant mother-in-law. Thinking back once again, she felt that her past wasn't even worthy of being retained in her memories.

She sometimes felt that the reason why human beings suffered from pain and sorrow was because the heavens would eventually have better arrangements for them.

Thinking about her gentle yet dominating Young Master Xie, the corners of Yun Bixue's lips curled up into a sweet smile. "Aunty, Limo will be home for lunch today. Let's go shop for groceries."

"Okay. That's right, let's go!"

"Aunty, I actually know those two women." Since Ji Qiongxin was so kind to her, she felt that she shouldn't conceal certain matters from her.

Ji Qiongxin held Yun Bixue's hands tightly and said, "Bixue, I can tell from one glance that the two of them must have done you wrong in the past. But the past is the past—there's no need to dwell on what happened."

At this moment, Yun Bixue felt exceptionally grateful towards Ji Qiongxin. She was thankful for her understanding and patience.

Just as the two of them turned around to walk to the side, Su Lengxian noticed Yun Bixue and yelled. Das.h.i.+ng towards Yun Bixue, she was just about to shove her. "Yun Bixue, you sl*t! Tell me, did you do all those things back then? Huh?!"

Before her hands could even touch Yun Bixue, another pair of hands firmly grasped hers, almost breaking her fingers. She looked up and met a pair of piercingly cold eyes. Her body involuntarily shuddered.

"Who are you? How dare you grab my hand? Let go!"

Right after Su Lengxian spoke, a tight slap was delivered to her face. Pak! Su Lengxian's face was instantly decorated with the marks of a hand print.

Ji Qiongxin was the matriarch of the Xie family. She was superior in terms of capabilities and wits, but most importantly, she was also highly skilled at martial arts and had practiced all sorts of techniques. Due to her status, she needed to possess the ability to defend herself and attack her enemies.