After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Mingyun stopped moving. "What did you say?"

"Can't you understand human language?" He Ya said, glancing sideways. "I told you to kneel down and wipe it!"

She could never forget the scene in the restaurant that day when Mingyun threw the wedding ring at her feet.

Now that we have a chance to vent our anger, how can we let it go?

The fault-finding escalated into humiliation.

Several leaders' expressions changed slightly.

In any case, Mingyun, this little assistant, has been working at the plastic surgery clinic for almost five years.

Although he is usually rather aloof and cold, he rarely interacts with colleagues or superiors except for work-related matters.

But he always remained earnest and pragmatic, working hard without complaint.

"Ms. He..." the consulting director said with a smile, "Why bother with a mere assistant? How about this, calm down, I'll offer you a further discount on the project you want to do, okay?"

He Ya sneered, casually fiddling with the expensive gemstone necklace around her neck. "I'm even considering getting the full top-tier service here. Do you think I'm short of money?"

The leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

On one side are dedicated veteran employees, and on the other side are major clients who are willing to spend a lot of money.

This Miss He was wearing and accessorizing all limited-edition luxury items, which together were worth at least eight or nine million, if not ten million.

They're definitely not just any ordinary rich person.

"Either you're protecting your own, or..." He Ya raised her chin, "I won't work here anymore. I'm going to tell my dad and my friends that you're bullying your customers because you're a big business."

The director's heart skipped a beat. "Your father is...?"

He Ya proudly declared, "He Qingsong, Chairman of the He Group."

Upon learning that she was the daughter of the He Group, the leaders no longer hesitated and immediately made a decision based on the pros and cons.

"Mingyun, kneel down and polish Miss He's shoes properly!"

The director's tone was firm.

The other male leaders also gave him a menacing look.

The invisible pressure felt like a huge boulder crashing down on Mingyun.

"Mingyun, Mingyun, what do you have to fight me with?" He Ya said smugly, picking up a cigarette.

Click—click!

The men surrounding He Ya pulled out their lighters almost simultaneously.

Upon hearing these words, Mingyun's memories of her university days flashed through her mind.

Back then, He Ya was her best friend.

He comes from a wealthy family, yet he took the initiative to befriend her, someone who needs poverty relief funds to attend school.

She was deeply moved and cherished that friendship.

On the eve of graduation, the music department of Binhan University received a place for further study from a world-class music academy abroad.

There is only one spot available.

At the time, the person with the best chance of winning was Mingyun, followed by Heya.

He Ya asked Ming Yun to withdraw from the competition.

In the past, Mingyun would always give in to Heya, even if it meant she was at a disadvantage.

But this time, facing her own dream, Mingyun did not back down.

The two parted unhappily.

However, just three minutes before the assessment was to begin, Mingyun suddenly received a call from the doctor saying that her grandmother was critically ill.

She could only rush to a hospital dozens of kilometers away.

Upon arrival, however, the doctor informed them that it was a misdiagnosis.

Grandma was fine, but Mingyun completely missed the assessment.

In the end, He Ya got the spot and proudly confessed to Ming Yun that the He family had asked the doctor to do her a small favor.

At that time, He Ya mocked her, "What do you think you can do against me?"

Six years later, He Ya's face is almost exactly the same as it was back then!

"Okay, I'll wipe it for you," Mingyun said, but her hand reached for the coffee on the table. "But it has to be really dirty before you wipe it, right?"

The words fell.

The coffee, still containing ice, was splashed at He Ya.

Impartial and unbiased, hitting the nail on the head.

The air seemed to freeze.

The leaders standing nearby were dumbfounded.

He Ya was still sitting with her legs crossed and a cigarette in one hand, but the cigarette had been extinguished and coffee was dripping down her face, neck, and chest.

"what!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, He Ya was brought back to her senses by the ice cube that had fallen into her collar.

He jumped up and shook his clothes vigorously.

The leaders were at a loss, unsure whether to help or not.

"You damned bitch!" He Ya cursed, "Pay me back my clothes! Kneel down and apologize!"

"And all of you! This slut must be fired!"

"You also owe me compensation for emotional distress! Otherwise, this isn't over!"

The leaders were completely panicked.

Some people comforted He Ya, while others scolded Ming Yun.

The matter had escalated to such a great extent that they were powerless to mediate, so the director had no choice but to call the dean and tell him that the assistant, Mingyun, had caused a huge mess.

The dean arrived quickly.

The elderly woman with white hair and a youthful face entered the room with brisk steps and immediately pulled Mingyun out of the VIP room.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I acted impulsively." Mingyun said with a look of remorse.

"You're not an impulsive person at all," the old woman said, pulling her hand. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

After quickly understanding the situation, the old woman patted her hand and said, "I'll handle it."

He Ya's shouting came from the VIP room, yelling that she was going to call her dad right now.

The old woman narrowed her eyes, pushed open the door, and shouted, "Hit! Hit me right now!"

"What kind of old hag is this!" He Ya rolled her eyes and immediately dialed the number, "Dad! I've been bullied—"

Before she could finish speaking, the old woman stepped forward and snatched the phone away.

"Hey, is this He Qingsong?"

"I am Shangguan Rong!"

"He Qingsong, you've really raised a good daughter! All those rich girls are bullying my little assistant, don't you, as her father, feel ashamed?!"

He Ya was stunned by those three short sentences.

This old lady actually dared to call her father by his first name?

Why is your tone still so aggressive?

When she came to her senses, the phone was handed to her again.

Shangguan Rong said sternly, "I've told your father what happened. You decide what to do."

Afterwards, He Ya was scolded by her father over the phone.

Not only did they not help her, they also made her apologize to someone.

He Ya was stunned for several seconds.

Gritting his teeth, he bowed slightly to Shangguan Rong, "I'm sorry... Dean Shangguan, I've caused you trouble."

"Are you going to apologize to me?" Shangguan Rong asked.

He Ya's face was ashen. She looked at Ming Yun beside her, her back teeth almost grinding to powder, but she just couldn't bring herself to say the word "apology" to this woman.

You were the one who got coffee spilled on you, yet you're the one apologizing?!

Especially apologize to Mingyun!

impossible!

Never in this lifetime!

If bringing up Dad doesn't work, then... we'll have to bring up Qin Pinsen.

No one in Binhan City dares to disrespect the Qin family.

"Dean Shangguan," He Ya said, regaining her confidence at the thought of Qin Pinsen, and resumed her arrogant demeanor, "I need to make another call."

She did it away from the crowd.

After all, at most, she could let these people know that she had a good relationship with Qin Pinsen, but she couldn't expose the true nature of her relationship with Qin Pinsen.

This scale needs to be controlled.

As for Mingyun, I believe she wouldn't dare to speak so recklessly in public.

Qin Pinsen arrived quickly.

Although he lived abroad for five years, his family had considerable influence, and there were frequent reports about him in China.

As soon as he arrived, everyone recognized him.

Standing at 1.85 meters tall, dressed in exquisite haute couture, with a handsome and refined appearance, his temperament is truly extraordinary.

"Pinsen, you're here," He Ya said, pouting. "Look... someone deliberately spilled coffee on the limited edition dress you gave me..."

The hospital leaders present had different expressions.

There were rumors that Qin Pinsen was married.

Could it be that the He family's daughter is his wife?

Otherwise, why would they send such expensive clothes? Otherwise, why would He Ya's tone sound like she was pleading?

They glanced at Shangguan Rong, who frowned in thought, clearly unsure as well.

Qin Pinsen glanced at Mingyun, his gaze carrying a warning.

He didn't want the people here to know about his marital relationship with her; he only wanted to help He Ya out of this predicament as her friend.

At this moment, Mingyun suddenly took a step forward, rushed to Qin Pinsen, took his arm, and smiled:

"Honey, what brings you here?"