Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 37.2 - Calling The Family

translator: xiin
editors: butter & XavierForest

Wen Yuan's lips curved briefly.

"Using drugs to climb into bed and become a mistress, then outlive the original wife and step up into an official position, marrying yourself to a man 20 years your senior in order to climb into the Wang Family. Do you really think that you're something?"

The more Wen Yuan spoke, the colder her gaze became.

"You're a nobody who climbed up the social ladder just to become a joke for us—scolding my nephew as a bastard, what gives you the right."

The entire office was silent.

Song Yu stood to the side, blindsided by the social secrets of the upper-class society in Jing City. Although he knew early on that his uncle was gentle and even, while his elder cousin's irascible character came from his aunt, he hadn't expected that his aunt would really be so fierce when she started on people.

Ou Yilian was also shocked silly. She looked at the aggressive woman in front of her and all sorts of emotions gushed out; inferiority, fear, and even terror.

"You're, you're Song Yu's aunt?"

Wen Yuan's gaze swept over coldly. She looked Ou Yilian up and down and saw through to her essence almost at a glance. She smiled mockingly, "Yes, I came to pick up my nephew. I heard that he was being held at the office. What happened? Tell me about it."

Ou Yilian's face was ghostly pale. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't speak.

Based on Wang Ci's mother's reaction, it could be seen that this woman's identity wasn't simple. That social class wasn't something she could afford to provoke.

So, Song Yu...

She was so flustered and panicked that she almost passed out, but she bore the brunt of Wen Yuan's gaze and forced out a semblance of a smile, her face still pale, "In fact, it doesn't have much to do with Song Yu, it's that I... I misunderstood him... Here, I'd like to apologize to Song Yu for taking up so much of his time..."

She raised her hand, appearing to wipe tears from the corner of her eyes. Her gaze shifted over to Song Yu and she spoke in a quivering voice, "Just now, Teacher was too anxious. After all, you're all students from the same class, and you'll have to get along with each other for three years. Wang Ci is now in the hospital, so I spoke without thinking and said some things I shouldn't have said."

"I hope, hope that Song Yu won't take it seriously."

Song Yu pursed his lips and was too lazy to pay her any attention. In any case, he'd always treated Ou Yilian's words like farts.

Wen Yuan tapped the table, "I just want to be clear about what happened today."

Ou Yilian's face paled again and she stood there helplessly.

From beside her, Wang Ci's mother, who'd been splashed with hot water and slapped twice, was now a sorry mess. The pride and arrogance that she'd shown at the start was now gone. She stood there, trembling with anger, her teeth gritted, and said nothing.

Wen Yuan looked at her, then lifted her long hair and stepped forward to speak politely to the teaching director who'd acted invisible from start to finish, "Hello, teacher, I'm Song Yu's aunt. I hope you can tell me about what happened this afternoon. Thank you."

The teaching director saw that the situation had already progressed to this point and sighed a little inside. He'd only received news that there was a fight going on between students in Shushan Building and hadn't expected to end up getting involved in such a thing.