NOVEL SIMPLE “You mean luck?” Murong Qingyan looked at Murong Qingxue and gave a brittle laugh, “That’s also my ability even if I won with my good luck. Don’t forget luck is a part of ability. Do you keep pestering me because you are jealous of my luck?”
“You—” Hearing Murong Qingyan’s answer without politeness, Murong Qingxue was so angry that she could hardly speak.
However, Murong Qingxue was so tactful that she held back her anger promptly, saying with gentle smile, “Why did you say that, sister? I’m just worried about you.”
“Murong Qingxue, stop acting.” Murong Qingyan shook her head with a sneer, “Though we’re sisters, everyone knows what relationship is like. If you really treat me as your sister, there wouldn’t have been so many troubles.”
Many people were disgusted with Murong Qingyan’s words, because in their opinions Murong Qingxue was just showing care for her sister, but her sister, Murong Qingyan didn’t feel grateful, and that woman satirized her instead.
“Murong Qingyan, stop being mean to Xue’er. She’s kind enough to persuade you.” Nangong Ye said to Murong Qingyan disgustedly.
Nangong Ye always thought Murong Qingyan said so because of annulment of the engagement. He clearly knew Murong Qingyan’s admiration for him so he was sure what Murong Qingyan did to Xue’er was because she was unsatisfied with the annulment, so she vented her anger on Xue’er.
“Murong Qingyan, you’re jealous of Qingxue for she gets my brother’s love.” Nangong Shanshan who had been a looker-on walked to Murong Qingyan, said disgustedly, “A good-for-nothing with an ugly face. How could you deserve my brother’s love!”
Murong Qingxue felt speechless. Why did they mention Nangong Ye? They probably thought she still loved Nangong Ye so she was mean to Murong Qingxue. But the fact was that she wasn’t the former Murong Qingyan and she had no affection for Nangong Ye.
“I’m not interested in your brother at all.” Looking at Nangong Shanshan, Murong Qingyan said with a sneer, “I just told her the fact. The lots have been drawn but Murong Qingxue stood in my way, even wanted me to quit the competition. Isn’t she jealous of my good luck?”
With this Murong Qingyan turned around and looked at Murong Qingxue who felt herself aggrieved, a smile of profound meaning rising from her mouth, “Murong Qingxue, isn’t it because you fear of being defeated by my good luck so you are turning to the redundant actions?”
Hearing these outrageous remarks, Murong Qingxue was angry.
People around were also speechless seeing the way she carried on without any self-knowledge. Even a three-year-old child wouldn’t believe that Murong Qingyan could defeat Murong Qingxue.
Murong Qingyan really had good luck so she reached the fourth game. But luck was no match for strength. Murong Qingxue had reached the top of the initial stage of the Foundation level and was about to reach the mid-term stage. How could Murong Qingyan, a good-for nothing be a match for her.