Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Losing Her Temper

"Wow." Ni Yan’an quickly picked up Baozi, "That little pout, do you not like being held by Auntie?"

"Aunt An’an." Baozi greeted politely.

"How do you know I’m Aunt An’an?" Ni Yan’an exclaimed in surprise.

"Because just now the man in the floral shirt called you Yan’an." Baozi replied as if it were obvious.

"No wonder you’re Ancheng’s son, so smart. Brother, you really should put in more effort, your child is already this big and you don’t even have a partner." Ni Yan’an shot a disappointed look at Ni Yanqing, "It’s no wonder Grandpa and Grandma, Mom and Dad keep pressuring you, you deserve to be pushed."

Jiang Bomeng chuckled quietly on the side. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Boming, what are you laughing about? You too, do you have a partner? Are you any younger? You’re only a year younger than my brother, no, just ten months." Ni Yan’an jabbed at Jiang Bomeng’s chest without hesitation.

Baozi listened to the girl in front of him and watched her lively expression, "Aunt An’an, you seem like my aunt, especially the way you talk."

"Really?" Ni Yan’an expressed her surprise, then suddenly realized, "Oh right, you can also call me Aunt. Oh dear, what do I do, Auntie sounds nice, but so does Aunt."

"Yan’an." In the midst of her laughter, Ni Yan’an heard a gentle voice calling her, which made her shiver with goosebumps, and she couldn’t stand this trait of Cheng Yijin.

"Brother, Boming, why did you bring them here? If this Miss Cheng accidentally scrapes a bit of skin and bleeds a drop, the Cheng Family would cry on our Ni Family and Jiang Family." Ni Yan’an didn’t give Cheng Yijin a glance.

"Yan’an, you’re my best friend, like a sister, you..."

"Shut up, do you think I’m still easily coaxed like I was before? Your Cheng Family girls are precious, the sole Miaomiao, I simply don’t have the fortune to be sisters with you. Our Ni Family is a coarse one, raised girls like me, who can’t compare to carefully crafted blossoms like you." Ni Yan’an retorted sarcastically.

She was four years younger than Cheng Yijin. When she was younger, she thought this older sister was gentle and soft, completely different from her own personality, so she couldn’t help but be curious. But after being scapegoated a few times, she wised up and stopped associating with Cheng Yijin. What gentle personality? It was completely a façade of a poisonous flower disguised as an innocent one—misfortune awaits anyone who entangles with her.

"Yanqing, what do you want us to do?" Cheng Yimo finally spoke after a long silence and looked at Ni Yanqing.

"Cheng San, I have no issues with you, it’s just the other three. Whatever they’ve done or said, I’m sure you’ve heard. I’m being polite today." Ni Yanqing smirked, his eyes cold.

"The reputation of our Ni Family and Jiang Family is important. Although we are men, it wouldn’t be any less serious if it happened to you, Cheng San."

"Yijin and Zeqiu are women after all..." Cheng Yimo wanted to plead for them.

"Cheng San, you’re too indecisive." Ni Yanqing sighed, "This personality is problematic for handling matters, whether in marriage or governance. How can you support the Cheng Family like this in the future?"

Cheng Yimo’s eyes darkened; he knew this well.

"But since you spoke up, I’ll do you this favor. As long as Deng Yilun agrees, the punishment the two women should receive can be taken by him." Ni Yanqing interrupted as Cheng Yimo wanted to speak again, "You can’t substitute; you’ve not offended me. I’m a person clear about grudges and favors."

Deng Yilun’s face immediately turned pale; he knew Ni Yanqing’s methods, a beating was inevitable, it was just a matter of how long he’d be lying on the hospital bed.

Cheng Yijin felt a chill in her heart, surprised at how Ni Yanqing disregarded relationships with her. Her hands clutched tightly at palm, clearly she was popular, why didn’t these few who she wanted to attract like her?

As Cheng Yijin pondered this, her eyes fell upon Yi Roujing. Unexpectedly, she was Yi Roujing, Xu Ancheng’s wife. She had heard from Song Yiluo about her numerous times, initially thinking coming from a countryside she would be of no concern, but unexpectedly her appearance was more striking than her own and she knew martial arts. No wonder the incident during military training had no effect.

Xu Ancheng had once been one of Cheng Yijin’s targets. After meeting him once and learning he was married, she gave up the idea but harbored some resentment. If she couldn’t have him, she could at least disgust him, but she didn’t expect Song Yiluo to be so useless.

Cheng Yijin thought of injuring herself to quickly move past this affair.

"Cheng Yijin, don’t get any bad ideas, even if you..."

Before Ni Yan’an finished her sentence, Cheng Yijin suddenly fell heavily onto the ground, her hand cut with several scratches from stones, though not serious but bleeding.

"Yijin, are you okay? Ah, you’re bleeding." Zhou Zeqiu panicked; Cheng Yijin had a rare blood type and couldn’t afford injuries, "Quick, get Yijin to the hospital, she needs a blood transfusion, a blood transfusion."

Yi Roujing’s face darkened, angered by such a disregard for one’s own body, using it as a gamble. Even if one stores up their blood throughout the year, ultimately relying on others for transfusion. It’s hateful to the extreme, not considering her own and others’ bodies, reckless and unforgivable.

"Miss Cheng is a student at Jing University’s Chinese Department; she may not know her own physical structure well." Yi Roujing approached Cheng Yijin step by step, squatting down to pull her injured arm forcefully, "Such minor scratches are nothing. Even if sent to the hospital later, the wound will have already started to scab, and bleeding so little doesn’t warrant a transfusion."

"If you want someone to give you blood, here." Yi Roujing grabbed Cheng Yijin’s wrist with her left hand and illustrated on the arterial vein with her right hand, "This is a major artery, cut it open, and the blood will gush out. Shortly after, you’ll fall into shock from excess blood loss, and if sent to the hospital late, there goes your life."

"Miss Cheng’s fall just now was light, but walking paths frequently leads to missteps. If a play is acted too realistically, it’s your own body that suffers."

"Miss Cheng’s rare blood type isn’t well-known in Jing City, but those who should know are aware. It’s one thing if others harm, but to self-inflict injury, what was Miss Cheng thinking? Do you have family with the same rare blood type waiting to transfuse you?"

Yi Roujing spoke casually, her gaze fixed, indeed catching the fleeting guilty conscience in Cheng Yijin’s eyes. So she really did think that way, huh, what nonsense.

"I donate blood to the hospital every half year..."

Yi Roujing directly cut off Cheng Yijin’s words, "What donating, it’s stored up, isn’t it? Could it even be used for others?"