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  She had called Si Zhengting after the college entrance examinations, but was caught by Ding Mengya, who asked for a meetup.

  Zhuang Nainai was very nervous but characteristically fearless.

  She had felt that she was the most compatible match for Si Zhengting. She loved Si Zhengting more than anything in this world.

  Therefore, she still took the bus to the agreed meetup point even though she was full of apprehension and unease.

  It had been in the afternoon. To show her respect, she had arrived ten minutes earlier despite the hot weather.

  She had worn the most expensive dress she owned and combed her hair into a lively ponytail, all in the hope of gaining Ding Mengya’s affections so she would not oppose her relationship with her son.

  She played with her phone while waiting for her arrival in the cafe.

  Through the glass door, Zhuang Nainai had seen a fleet of luxury cars arrive outside the cafe, led by a few Audi sedans. A limousine then parked right outside the cafe.

  Everyone in the cafe looked out in awe at the display of extravagance.

  Under their watchful eye, someone jumped out from the front passenger seat and ran to open the door to the back.

  A pair of feet appeared first.

  They were clad in a pair of diamond-embellished stilettos, which sparkled as if the shoes were made of crystal.

  Ding Mengya had alighted from the car in a blue dress.

  She looked youthful like A-list stars despite being forty years old.

  With sunglasses perched on her nose and hair done up in elegant curls, she made everyone else around her suddenly conscious of their inferiority.

  Zhuang Nainai stared with her mouth open as her bodyguards entered and stationed themselves at the entrance, while another two men in black suits rushed in and laid a tablecloth in front of her.

  Her table was given a makeover in no time.

  Ding Mengya then walked over and threw her sunglasses worth thousands of dollars on the table. She then sat down across from Zhuang Nainai.

  Zhuang Nainai was in a state of shock.

  She had known that Si Zhengting was rich, but he had been keeping it to himself in school. But now, Ding Mengya’s display of opulence was no different from that of kings in the past.

  Zhuang Nainai stood up abruptly, forgetting the greetings and speech she had rehearsed previously.

  Ding Mengya had looked up at Zhuang Nainai and asked, “Say it, how much money do you want?”


  Her tone was arrogant and condescending.

  But her words finally brought Zhuang Nainai back to her senses.

  Her gaze sharpened.

  She had seen it in the dramas on television and she was prepared for Ding Mengya’s likely attempt to pay her off with money so that she would leave Si Zhengting.

  However, experiencing it in real life, and under the scrutinizing looks of onlookers, Zhuang Nainai had felt very embarrassed.

  Her face burned with shame.

  But it had also triggered her innate desire to fight back.

  She lifted her head and recited her rehearsed speech out loud. “Hello, Auntie, I’m Zhuang Nainai, Si Zhengting’s classmate. We like each other and want to attend the same university. We will be together forever, so please give us your blessing.”


  She then stood up, walked up to Ding Mengya, and took a deep bow.

  It was neither obsequious nor arrogant, and done with great respect.