Rebirth: CEO's Sweetheart Reaches the Life Pinnacle!-Chapter 142 - 139 Youth Loss Fee

Li Si controlled her tone, glared at her with resentment, and said, "How am I supposed to tolerate her? It’s obvious that Mo Chen already paid for the ring, and then she and Yin Xian showed up and demanded that I take it off. I refused, so she started saying nasty things. Later, Yin Xian pulled her away. So you’re saying that every time I meet her, even if she curses me to death, I can’t talk back? Is that it?"

Tian Yaruo turned pale with shock. She hadn’t anticipated the situation would be like this. Seeing Li Si’s wounded expression, she quickly sat up, saying, "Tiantian, it’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have believed one-sided words. Don’t be angry at me, okay? I didn’t know this was the truth. Yesterday, your aunt called me and said that Weiwei ran into you while buying a ring. She claimed that you insisted on buying it, so she gave in to you, but you scolded her after. At the time, I also thought this didn’t make sense!"

"The guilty party accuses first! How could she have the audacity to spin the truth and twist black and white? We had clearly already bought the ring, and she showed up demanding I take it off and hand it to her, all because I acknowledge you—which apparently means I have to respectfully call her ’sister!’" Li Si, furious, sat up, yanking on her bathrobe as if preparing to leave. The oppressive atmosphere made her feel suffocated, even breathing became difficult.

What motherly love? It’s all nonsense. She only ever listens to one side and never trusts me! No wonder she called me out—it turns out she’s here to defend that shameless person. She doesn’t even bother to distinguish right from wrong before coming after me. And yet, she still expects what?

Tian Yaruo, panicking, rushed over to grab her, afraid that if she left, she would never speak to her again.

"Please! My child, listen to me. I was wrong, I truly was! Don’t leave, okay? I promise I’ll only believe what you say from now on, alright? Just give me one more chance! Just one!" As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Her hair, which had been loosely tied, fell in disheveled strands, making her look nothing like the poised and well-maintained lady she had been moments ago.

Li Si felt a pain and bitterness in her heart as she sat motionless, blankly staring at the corner of the room from the beauty bed.

After a while, she made up her mind, wiping her eyes haphazardly and speaking coldly to her, "Aside from my father, who doted on me while he was alive, I’ve always lived like an abandoned weed. But I have my pride and my boundaries. Since you forsook us back then, you should’ve understood that even though I publicly acknowledge you as my godmother now, our relationship can only ever be that of occasional tea acquaintances. Don’t ever hope that I’ll be kind to anyone in the Tian Family or the Yan Family. They’re not worth it, nor do they deserve it!"

"From now on, don’t bring up this talk about ’aunt’ or ’sister.’ I don’t have such relatives—now or ever! Tell Ye Duowei that if she dares provoke me again, she won’t get off so easily next time. As for Tian Yaru, doesn’t she call me a little b***h? If she crosses me again, I’ll make her daughter a true little b***h!" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Tian Yaruo cried while covering her mouth in disbelief, frozen in place as she grabbed at Li Si’s clothes, urgently asking, "My child! When did she ever say such things? How come I don’t know anything about it? Are you sure you didn’t mishear? She—how could she—you’re her niece by blood! Wahhh..."

Li Si shook off her hand, glaring coldly at her sobbing and speaking with indifference, "Mishear? It happened just the day after I stupidly donated my bone marrow. I ran into her in the restaurant restroom, and she said it herself—how could it be fake? She even threatened that I’d ruin your life if I didn’t get out of Beijing immediately, and that if I didn’t leave, she’d make me regret it! Are these fake? Oh, and how could I forget, she also told me this: you, as her little aunt, care deeply for Weiwei. Even when your child was sick, you still didn’t forget her birthday and managed to attend her birthday party."

Tian Yaruo shook her head violently, mumbling, "No, no, my child, let me explain! That day I just went to take a quick look and left. Kesong was in such critical condition—how could I dare stay for long!"

Li Si sneered. What was there to be unwilling about? In her heart, it was clear—besides Weiwei, there was Kesong. Where else would she fit?

"I don’t want to hear any more of this. Just remember, from now on, we go our separate ways. Since I’ve come to Beijing, I won’t leave! But don’t bother trying to control me—you don’t have the right. You lost that when you didn’t look for me all those years ago..." With that, and despite her tears and attempts to stop her, Li Si changed her clothes and turned to leave.

When she stepped out of the beauty salon, Li Si felt as deflated as a frostbitten eggplant. Even the previously blue sky seemed dull and gray.

She was clearly destined to be the unlucky female lead—what was she still acting proud for? Just endure it, girl!

After stepping away from the shop entrance, unsure where to go next, her attention was caught by a heated argument unfolding about ten meters ahead.

A dark-skinned, short man with a contorted face shouted fiercely at a woman wearing the uniform of the beauty salon she had just left.

People passing by started to gather, and Li Si, having no particular place in mind to go, followed the crowd out of curiosity to see what was going on.

The short man jabbed his finger at the woman, cursing harshly: "You barren hen! We’re done! For all the years I haven’t had a son, don’t you owe me compensation? And you owe me for wasting my youth too..."

Snickers erupted from the crowd, and Li Si shook her head. What kind of person was this? He looked like an insult to the audience, yet he wanted compensation for ’wasted youth’? Brother, did you even have youth?

The woman kept her head down, silent and submissive—she probably felt wronged.

"Say something! I’m telling you, if you don’t give me the house key, I’ll find a locksmith to open the door—what’s stopping me? You dared to change the lock; my parents came yesterday and knocked, but you wouldn’t open the door. Growing bold, huh? Thinking just because we’re over you can cut ties? Dream on! As long as you’re alive, you’ll have to put up with me! Got that? When you get your paycheck, bring it to me on time, or else I’ll make you pay!"

He punctuated his tirade by jabbing her head. Her messy hair covered her features, and from Li Si’s angle, she could only make out a fair chin and rosy lips—her complexion probably benefited from working in the beauty industry.

A tall, young man in the crowd couldn’t bear it anymore and spoke up, "Brother, what you’re doing isn’t right. You two are over—why should she still support you?"

The short man stiffened his neck, sneered, and looked the young man up and down, "What does this have to do with you? Filled up and bored, huh? Or are you the guy she’s been messing around with?"

The young man’s face flushed red with anger, and he pressed out of the crowd with a snort. Many surrounding voices murmured in debate, but no one else stepped up to defend the woman.

Li Si watched the scene for a while, marveling at the absurdities of the world. Here was a man who was entirely unrelated yet demanded his ex’s continued support—who did he think he was?

Seeing the man about to lay hands on the woman again, Li Si had a flash of inspiration and spoke up: "What are you doing? Do you still want your job? The shop is swamped, but here you are, leisurely meeting up with people! If you don’t want to work, don’t bother coming tomorrow!"

The man was stunned but quickly plastered on a grin and turned to Li Si, "You’re from the shop, aren’t you? We’re just chatting—don’t fire me, please! There’s a whole family waiting for my paycheck to buy rice! Why are you standing around? Get back to work! I’ll deal with you tonight!"

The woman looked up at Li Si in surprise. In her memory, the shop didn’t have someone like her—especially not someone so stunningly beautiful. Could she be related to the owner somehow? (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendations and monthly votes! Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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