CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 471: MAKING ENEMIES

Wu Dafu felt his face burning. This was utterly ridiculous! For so many years, he had been flattered by others, and now a young man was speaking directly to his face like this. Of course, his expression wasn’t pleasant, but this was all his daughter’s doing, and what could he do except apologize, though reluctantly?

"My daughter talks nonsense, please don’t take it to heart. She’s young and inexperienced with the world, please don’t mind her."

Han Dong replied, "Not that young. Sun Chan is one or two years younger than her and is already married with a job. You spoiling your daughter is fine, but don’t let it affect my life, right?"

Wu Dafu held his nose and apologized. Han Dong chatted with him a bit more before hanging up. Wu Dafu was so angry he threw the phone, which shattered the glass tabletop in half.

"Ridiculous! That damned brat!" His chest rose and fell, his eyes fired up, not knowing whether he was talking about Han Dong or his own daughter.

Wu Dafu’s eyes sinisterly stared out the window; he hadn’t been this furious in years. Just you wait!

Han Dong naturally knew that saying such things meant he could never cooperate with Wu Dafu again. But since he knew the other’s motives, he was tired of pretending to get along. What are you, nothing! Just because you’re older and have some background, you think you can make me go your way? How shameless are you!

Trying to undermine Sun Chan, swallow my family property, and want to shove your daughter onto me, what do you take me for? The original fondness for Wu Dafu was utterly gone, leaving only an adversarial relationship between the two.

Actually, Wu Dafu hadn’t intended to shove his daughter onto him; it was Wu Qiong who clung on. But now, it’s all too late to explain.

Later, when he returned home at night, Wu Dafu slapped Wu Qiong in the face. Wu Qiong groaned and fell onto the sofa, then looked at her father with a puzzled and aggrieved expression, saying, "Why did you hit me?"

"Why did I hit you! You better stop going to Han Dong, if I find out, I will send you to your grandma’s! Don’t even think about staying with me! From now on, we are not friends with Han Dong, and choose your words carefully, don’t blab everything to others!"

Wu Qiong disliked her grandma’s place the most; living in the countryside with chicken and duck manure everywhere, nothing to eat or drink, having to sleep on a kang, nothing available at all. She bit her lip and stayed silent. Seeing her father so angry, she knew what she did today was certainly reported by Han Dong, making her very angry inside.

Is it necessary? You’re a man; I’m a woman, even if we are together, I’m the one losing out, right? Wondering what he said to my dad, that things turned out like this.

The next morning, she went to find Han Dong to clarify things, but Han Dong wasn’t home, and when she went to the factory, the gatekeeper wouldn’t let her in. Wu Qiong was so angry she wished she could kick the gatekeeper.

"Do you know who I am!? I’m Wu Dafu’s daughter!"

"Our boss ordered not to let you in, or he’ll fire us." The gatekeeper thought, you’re Wu Dafu’s daughter for all I care, our boss doesn’t welcome you, so don’t expect to get in.

Wu Qiong stomped her feet in anger, feeling humiliated, and had to leave. She thought her actions might have upset him, but wasn’t it a minor issue? Is it necessary to this extent?

As she walked away, Wu Qiong suddenly figured it out. She had always been raised in a honey pot, getting whatever she wanted easily, so this experience of pursuing him gave her a novel feeling. The harder it is to get, the more exhilarating it becomes, defining herself as the male lead in a Qiong Yao drama.

Wu Qiong thought, Han Dong must be intentionally avoiding me because of his discord with my father. He must be feeling sad and helpless, thus leaving me, thinking he’s unworthy of me? This is true love!

Wu Qiong decided she would marry Han Dong and heal his wounds! (What a bizarre logic.)

Backtracking a bit, something happened on Sun Chan’s end the previous day as well.

She returned to the store, about to ask someone for a cup of water, when she saw someone standing in front of her. Bai Fanglan.

Sun Chan didn’t like her but remained calm and said, "What are you still doing here?"

Bai Fanglan smiled, "I wanted to say goodbye before leaving, you finished your work, right? How about we have a meal together?"

She was anxious, as Yuan Bing was pressuring her, fearing he’d act recklessly if she didn’t hurry.

Sun Chan couldn’t hold back anymore and, after some thought, said, "Follow me to the office; we need to talk."

Bai Fanglan paused, then followed Sun Chan into the room.

Sun Chan led Bai Fanglan into the office. It wasn’t large, but elegantly decorated with pale green wallpaper with white flowers. The black desk had numerous drafts, and there was an easel in the corner. Bai Fanglan was flooded with a sense of jealousy.

How could a little girl from the countryside have her own office now!

Much better than me, sharing a room with several doctors, surrounded by shabby furnishings, with only a desk inside.

Sun Chan decided to be direct: "Bai Fanglan, I don’t care what your motives are, I’m not going anywhere with you."

"Why is that? You won’t give me face, right?" Normally, Bai Fanglan would have left directly, but now she didn’t dare. She had to fulfill Yuan Bing’s demands and now could only wear a smile, saying sweetly, "I really don’t have any other intentions, just wanted to talk. I’ve admitted my mistakes."

Sun Chan smiled faintly, "What do you mean? You admit your mistake, and I have to forgive you? I have to go out with you?"

Bai Fanglan’s expression soured, forcing a smile, "The saying goes ’Better to resolve than to make enemies...’

"This is good enough between us; I don’t wish to be closer. If you want to make clothes, I welcome you, and I’ll give you a discount, but if you’re trying to be friends, I must refuse, I’m sorry. I’m busy, see you."

After finishing, she ignored Bai Fanglan and left by herself, going to the back to work in the production room.

Bai Fanglan watched Sun Chan’s back, clenching her fists, feeling a bitter taste in her throat.

Once, she was a favored daughter, and now she was reduced to flattering a rural girl. The other store staff looked at Bai Fanglan puzzledly, not hearing clearly what they said, but knowing they definitely weren’t amicable. Didn’t see the manager completely ignoring Bai Fanglan?

Bai Fanglan couldn’t bear their stares, slammed the door, left, tears streaming down her face. So aggrieved!

Why treat me like this!