“Ah! Someone help! The carriage is out of control! Miss Qingchen has fallen from the carriage!”
The guards hurried over in a panic.
Wen Qingchen took a step back, looking at Wen Xin, who was kneeling and lying in front of her, feeling a sense of satisfaction in her heart. With her hands behind her back, she prepared to leave leisurely.
Wen Xin, helped up by the guards, looked up and saw the lingering glee in Wen Qingchen’s eyes. Her anger flared up uncontrollably.
“Stop right there!” Wen Xin steadied herself and glared at Wen Qingchen fiercely. “Are you mocking me?”
Wen Qingchen looked at Wen Xin with a smile that was not quite a smile and spoke slowly, “Miss, do you have paranoia? When did I ever mock you?”
Her eyes were filled with thick sarcasm.
That gaze felt like a slap to Wen Xin’s face.
From childhood to now, as an illegitimate daughter, Wen Xin had endured countless scorn and abuse.
This had made her extremely sensitive; even the slightest hint of disdain from others would remind her of all the ridicule and mistreatment she had suffered in the past.
Her eagerness to rise above others stemmed from this very point.
Before her now, the ragged, dirty boy in coarse linen clothes seemed to look down on her as if she were nothing but an insignificant ant!
The inferiority and desperate desire to become someone important overwhelmed Wen Xin’s mind, making Wen Qingchen appear as the tormentors of her past!
Wen Xin swung a slap at Wen Qingchen, “Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?”
Her hand was firmly caught in mid-air by Wen Qingchen.
Wen Qingchen’s eyes were icy cold, her filthy appearance failing to mask the killing intent she exuded!
“Who I am is none of your concern,” Wen Qingchen said coldly. “You might want to take a look at yourself. Maybe you’re not even worthy of being called ‘something’.”
“You!” Wen Xin was enraged, her face contorted with anger.
“Qingchen, are you alright? Did you get hurt in the fall?” After regaining control of the carriage, Nangong Yan also rushed over. “Let me see where you’re hurt!”
Wen Xin’s expression changed when she remembered they were in the public eye.
Nangong Yan had liked her previous soft and weak demeanor. If he saw her like this…
Wen Xin quickly adjusted her mood, taking a deep breath, and with reddened eyes, tears soon began to fall as she spoke with a tearful, pitiful voice, “I’m fine, it’s just… just…”
She glanced at Wen Qingchen, then pretended to wipe away her tears.
Nangong Yan followed her gaze and met Wen Qingchen’s mocking eyes. He furrowed his brows and asked, “Who are you?”
As their eyes met, Wen Qingchen saw Nangong Yan as if he were under an X-ray machine, every flaw and problem of his magnified in her eyes.
Wen Qingchen spoke meaningfully, “A naturally right-sided heart, left and right are reversed—that’s quite normal. A slight bone deformity in the legs, fortunately covered by the wide robe. But that place…”
Wen Qingchen’s eyes dropped down, focusing on a certain spot near Nangong Yan’s inner thigh, her gaze growing more significant.
Nangong Yan’s body suddenly stiffened.
He was certain he had never seen this dirty-faced youth before, and he was even more certain that only his parents knew about the congenital condition of his heart being on the right side of his chest.
Yet this person before him, with just a glance, had identified his condition and knew about his… shameful issue!
