Chapter 555: Mu Wanrou, you are really despicable.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

She would not ever come to such places again.

“Yun s.h.i.+s.h.i.+?!” A familiar voice rang from behind her.

She looked past her shoulder and found Mu Wanrou haughtily standing there in a s.e.xy long dress. The woman was staring at her with an icy glare.

“Mu Wanrou…” Her face turned pale in anger.

It’s her?

How dare this woman appear before me now?

Both women faced off wordlessly. The two seemed to have been transported back to the welfare center a decade and a half ago when Mu Wanrou had arrogantly stood before Yun s.h.i.+s.h.i.+ and accused the latter of thievery.

Her past humiliations floated to her consciousness.

She bit her lower lip furiously as her hands balled up into fists at the thought of the slanderous charges she had to bear back then.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Mu Wanrou opened her mouth first as she slowly strode toward her. With a frosty glare, she spat, “Return to your ghetto; this isn’t a place for someone lowly like you!”

“Hmph. That’s rich coming from you. ‘Return to your ghetto’? How arrogant! Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?” She looked at her with a face full of anger. “These words aren’t for you to tell me, right?”

Her opponent was taken aback by her strong reb.u.t.tal.

In the past, anyone could wallop the meek her, but now she was different!

The mockery and ridicule on her face tore away the aristocratic veil Mu Wanrou was wearing. The latter, who could no longer continue her masquerade, flushed with slight shame before her.

“You are the thief. You stole my jade 15 years ago, which got you adopted into the Mu family. Now, you still dare to show off in front of me after what you did. Mu Wanrou, you are more despicable than I think!”

With a frosty expression, she took one step toward her and reached out her hand. “Return it to me!”

“What do you want me to return to you?” Mu Wanrou sneered.

“Return the token that my mother left for me. Return my status, my innocence, and all that you have taken from me!” She resolutely declared this to her enemy.

“Return those to you?” The other snorted again and, as if she had just heard a funny joke, asked, “You call me a thief, but can I ask: who will believe you?”

Startled, the former’s face froze gradually.

“Tell me; who will believe you? Yazhe or… another Mu? Do you think any of them will believe the words of a woman who pops out of nowhere?” She mocked her naivety. Slowly drawing closer, she bore down on her. “Yun s.h.i.+s.h.i.+, don’t lay the blame on me for your stupidity. Why don’t you ask yourself why the children believed me instead of you 15 years ago?!”

“Do you really want me to spell out why they trusted you over me?” the other questioned expressionlessly.

The other was struck clueless by her question. “What do you mean?”

“Mu Wanrou, you are indeed cheap to use such underhanded means since young.” She gave her an utterly disgusted look. “Do you think I don’t know the nature of your cahoots with the director back then?”

Her words struck her opponent like lightning.