Jingxia Rose

Chapter 78: Hatred Surges

The woman's disdainful gaze swept over Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan's coat and shoes were all from top luxury brands, including Chanel earrings, Patek Philippe on his wrist, and a limited edition Hermès on his arm.

Coupled with her gentle, confident, and outstanding temperament, the woman was taken aback.

This person is really rich.

But his attitude remained self-righteous: "You don't seem like an ill-mannered person, so why is your sister so insensible? I'm just helping you teach her how to behave."

"That's right, my mom hasn't charged you yet."

The girl behind her looked smug and superior, her eyes glancing at the earring on Ji Xian's ear, her eyes sparkling.

Ji Xian's heart felt as if it had been pierced by something, bleeding profusely.

The pain made her gasp for breath.

She recognized him at a glance.

The middle-aged woman in front of her was Jiao Yan, her biological mother who had abandoned her when she was a child.

She looks like her mother, especially her eyebrows and eyes, which is why her second aunt always says that seeing her is unlucky and annoying.

how many years?

How many years has it been since I last saw her?

At the age of 16, she was admitted to a key high school. Because she didn't have enough tuition fees, she was embarrassed to trouble her second uncle and aunt too much, so she went to the city to find her alone. As a result, she took out 800 yuan from her wallet.

He tossed her to him like a beggar, telling her not to come again, and then led You Xiaoxiao, who was only five years old at the time, into the house.

The contrast between his gentle and loving expression and his disgust and aversion towards her was stark.

Oh, it's been 12 years now.

Judging from Jiao Yan's expression, she probably didn't recognize her.

Ji Xian thought that after so many years, her heart had long since become an impenetrable fortress, and would no longer be affected by this sordid family affection.

But she overestimated herself in the end.

She will still feel pain and bleed.

She had longed more than once for her mother to come back and take her away, or even just to come back and see her.

But whether it's Chinese New Year or my birthday, I've never celebrated it.

She always thought it was because her stepfather didn't like Jiao Yan and didn't want her to come back to see him, and she tried to understand.

But all expectations and self-comfort shattered completely when he turned 16.

It's funny to say that.

Even after 12 years, she could still recognize her mother, whom she had never been close to, at a glance.

Jiao Yan has probably long forgotten that she has a daughter.

Ji Xian sneered inwardly, silently took a deep breath, composed herself, turned to look at Ji Nian, and said softly, "Tell me, what happened?"

Ji Nian choked up as she recounted the events in a few words.

The store manager seemed to realize that Ji Xuan's million-dollar outfit was no ordinary thing and wanted to say something to salvage the situation.

But Ji Xian didn't give her a chance to speak, and didn't even intend to argue with Jiao Yan. Instead, he looked at You Xiaoxiao behind her.

"You like this outfit?"

Yu Xiaoxiao was startled by the sudden sense of pressure she received. She shrank back, but remembering that her mother was there, she wasn't intimidated. "So what? She can't afford it, but she insists on taking it from me. Shameless."

Ji Xian heard it too, and she calmly said, "You can have the clothes."

You Xiaoxiao instantly became smug again, raising her eyebrows at Ji Nian, "That's more like it. See? Your sister is much more sensible than you. Tsk, could she not afford it either? Are all those designer brands fake? What's the point of shopping in a mall looking so poor? Street vendor stuff suits you better." Getting carried away, she walked up to Jiao Yan and reached out to tug at Ji Xian's earring, "Where did you buy those fakes? They look so real..."

Snapped!
Before her hand even touched the earring, Ji Xuan had already raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

It seems like he hit even harder than Jiao Yan hit Ji Nian.

You Xiaoxiao stumbled and knocked over a piece of clothing behind her, falling to the ground.

The fair face swelled up rapidly and visibly.

Everything happened so suddenly that everyone was stunned. Jiao Yan only came to her senses when she heard her daughter crying and quickly squatted down to check on her.

Seeing the redness and swelling on her face, she felt both heartache and anger. She stood up and pointed angrily at Ji Xuan, "You little bitch, how dare you hit my daughter!"

Ji Xian's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he said calmly, "Didn't you say that if someone has no manners, they should be taught? You just taught my sister, so it's only right that I teach your daughter for you."

"you this……"

Jiao Yan was so angry that she had a heart attack and couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal. She raised her hand to slap Ji Xian.

But Ji Xian caught the slap before it could land.

Ji Xian's heart felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cave in the dead of winter.

Only now did she realize that she still hated her, hated her cold-bloodedness, her ruthlessness, and her indifference.

When Jiao Yan married into the You family, the You family already had an eldest son who was seven or eight years old. He did not approve of Jiao Yan and knew that it was because of Jiao Yan that his parents divorced. Jiao Yan was a mistress.

Jiao Yan therefore always tried very hard to please him, and didn't dare to have children for many years after their marriage. Later, she became pregnant unexpectedly and gave birth to You Xiaoxiao.

All along, the expectation and longing in my heart had been well hidden from my hatred.

Later, the anticipation and longing disappeared, and they transformed into a sense of relief.

Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

But now that she sees her again, she dotes on and cherishes You Xiaoxiao, yet treats her like dirt and discards her at will.

Ji Xian's heart was unusually unbalanced for once.

Hatred also surged forth.

Perhaps stung by the anger and disgust in Jiao Yan's eyes, she gritted her teeth and raised her hand to slap Jiao Yan's face.

With a crisp and loud "snap," it was a clear and resounding sound.

This slap was a way of avenging my childhood self.

"Does someone like you deserve to be a mother? Do you even deserve it? And what right do you have to righteously lecture me about upbringing and manners? Seeing You Xiaoxiao raised like this, I feel sorry for her!"

After saying that, Ji Xian snorted coldly, glanced indifferently at the shop manager, and pulled Ji Nian away.

Jiao Yan froze, unsure whether she was stunned by the slap or by what she had just said.

"Sis... Sis, are you alright?"

Seeing her walking forward with her head down, and it seemed like tears were still streaming down her cheeks, Ji Nian asked anxiously.

Ji Xuan snapped out of her daze, stopped in her tracks, her eyes misty, unable to see clearly, and felt a damp heat on both sides of her cheeks.

She actually cried.

Why are you crying?

Ji Xian gently wiped away her tears, then turned to look at her. "Come on, let's go to another store. There are plenty of nice sweaters out there. Didn't you want to buy a pair of boots too?"

Ji Nian shook her head, "I'm not buying it, sis... I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

Ji Xuan glanced at the marks on her face and said with heartache, "Silly girl, what do you mean you caused me trouble? It was clearly them who caused the trouble. We're not afraid of trouble. If we hit you, hit back. If that woman dares to stop us, we'll hit her too. Anyway, she's no good either!"