Chapter 41: You Think I

Song Huan Yan halted, turned around, and looked toward Chu Yue.

Chu Yue's high nose bridge, big eyes and sharp chin made her count as a beauty.

Her figure was excellent, very hot.

She wore a black suit professional skirt, black stockings, black high heels, heavy makeup, flaming red lips, and the Perfume scent was rather noticeable.

She halted, and Chu Yue and Meng Zhangfeng, who were behind her, could only stop in their tracks.

Meng Zhangfeng looked at Chu Yue, frowned displeased, "Why so many words?"

Chu Yue said nothing.

Song Huan Yan opened her mouth, "Is this message something the Imperial Emperor asked you to convey?"

Chu Yue was startled, shook her head, "No. The Imperial Emperor is a gentleman, never says anything. I was only expressing dissatisfaction on his behalf; it's always others waiting for the Imperial Emperor."

"Oh." Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips in a faint smile, "Quite loyal."

Chu Yue was choked for a moment; she could naturally hear the mocking tone in those four words.

Song Huan Yan said, "I caused no delay; the convoy was traveling normally, I never ordered it to go slower. The Imperial Emperor arriving early may have been impatient, not wanting to miss the host's courtesy. His hospitality is thorough and perfect, so how did it become, in your words… that others' impression of him dropped by two points?"

Chu Yue frowned, "What nonsense are you spouting? Maliciously twisting my meaning?"

Song Huan Yan said, "If I hadn't asked specifically, I would have thought it was his intention. I'm just an ordinary person, not particularly noble or not, and I wouldn't highlight any nobility. But regarding status, I should be more noble than you in any case."

"You!" Chu Yue clearly got angry, saying, "I am the Imperial Emperor's person! I am the Chief Secretary of the Yu Huang Group, and also dedicated to personally attending the Imperial Emperor. Compared with the Song Family and the Nan Gong Clan, do I need to remind you how far the gap is? If you are merely a Song Family Heiress, then I am far more noble than you. And the Imperial Emperor is even more noble, completely beyond your comparison!"

"Oh?" Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, waved her hand and patted, "Well then, you're really great, Chief Secretary."

Chu Yue was mocked again, bit her lip without speaking, and only gave her a hostile look.

Meng Zhangfeng, angry, said, "Chu Yue, what nonsense are you spouting? Miss Song is a distinguished guest of the Imperial Emperor! Quickly apologize to Miss Song!"

Chu Yue of course refused.

Song Huan Yan said, "No problem."

She immediately leaned next to Chu Yue, "Chu Miss seems not very smart, everything written on her face. Chief Secretary, huh, seems a bit… unqualified. Or do you think… I'm easy to handle?"

Chu Yue instantly turned black with anger.

After speaking, Song Huan Yan straightened up and looked at her; of course, Chu Yue might not be acting that way merely because she's not clever.

But Chu Yue never had any interest in her, thinking that dealing with her could be done so directly.

Or perhaps Chu Yue also wanted to see, if the two of them clashed, which side Nan Gong Yu would favor.

After all, Chu Yue has said she is a person of the Imperial Emperor.

Song Huan Yan just kept watching Chu Yue, unmoving.

Meng Zhangfeng was about to say something, Song Huan Yan smiled, "Chu Miss, aren't I the one dissatisfied with the Imperial Emperor's matchmaking, not you?"

"You!" Chu Yue's complexion turned from black to red, apparently thoroughly enraged, saying, "Miss Song, what nonsense are you spouting? I am a person of the Imperial Emperor, I only said a few words on behalf of my own boss. You aren't even Nan Gong Madam, so you should at least mind your own status!"

Meng Zhangfeng pulled Chu Yue, whispered, "Enough!"

Chu Yue, however, didn't stop, adding, "Miss Leng is far better than you, at least she knows rank and never makes the Imperial Emperor wait!"

Chu Yue stood firm and righteous, as if today the fault lay with Song Huan Yan.

She said two sentences to Song Huan Yan, and Song Huan Yan retorted; isn't that a mistake upon a mistake?

Song Huan Yan looked at Chu Yue indifferently.

But no one expected that, as she, cold and aloof, suddenly raised her hand and slapped Chu Yue's face, "What status do I have that requires you to speak up?"

Chu Yue was stunned; she probably had never been hit by anyone before, after all her protective umbrella was Nan Gong Yu.

That protective umbrella is so powerful; under Nan Gong Yu indeed there is crazy capital.

"How dare you hit me?" Chu Yue, angry and embarrassed, raised her hand to strike back.

But her hand, midair, was forcefully intercepted by Meng Zhangfeng.

Chu Yue couldn't break free, glared fiercely at Meng Zhangfeng.

Meng Zhangfeng warned, "Chu Yue, don't look for death."

Meng Zhangfeng is a man, of course he understands men; with a beauty like Song Huan Yan, who could topple a nation and a city, any man would feel a touch of compassion for her.

Even if Nan Gong Yu has not the slightest feeling for Song Huan Yan, he still wouldn't act violently toward such a beauty.

Moreover, Song Huan Yan wasn't at fault at all; it was Chu Yue who deliberately provoked.

Furthermore, the two families are long-time allies; Song Madam and Nan Gong Madam were close girlfriends while studying, and Song father and Nan Gong Ren were also classmates.

Given that relationship, how could Nan Gong Yu favor Chu Yue?

It's because Chu Yue holds herself in too high regard.

Moreover, today Song Huan Yan is both a guest and a matchmaking target; if Chu Yue isn't looking for death, what else is it?

No one knows what madness she has!

Seeing Chu Yue being blocked, Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow, "Shouldn't I hit you? First, I am a guest, you are a servant. Second, I already said the convoy was traveling normally; it was the Imperial Emperor who was more impatient than me and arrived first, so why does it become my fault? Moreover, he didn't say anything, yet you, as a dog, bark so fiercely?"

"You!" Chu Yue broke free from Meng Zhangfeng's grip, "Speak with some respect. Is this the upbringing of the Song Family Heiress?"

Song Huan Yan said coldly, "Respect depends on the person, as does upbringing; are you worthy? Moreover, regarding the rank you mention, I don't intend to understand, nor plan to. Because I never thought I must marry him. As for you, I haven't even met him, yet you're already anxious?"

Song Huan Yan finished speaking and was about to leave.

Chu Yue seemed to calm down, saying, "Miss Song is perhaps overly confident. The matchmaking is merely because the Imperial Emperor, due to the matriarch's face, has to go through the procedure. Do you really think the Imperial Emperor would agree to a Marriage Alliance with you?"

Song Huan Yan's steps halted.

Chu Yue added, "Everyone in the circle knows about the incident at your birthday banquet; how clean was your ex‑boyfriend after four or five years? Moreover, you first had a matchmaking with the Leng family, which failed and you got entangled, and it was the Imperial Emperor who stepped in to resolve the situation, so you think the Imperial Emperor would favor you? If not for the matriarch's repeated insistence, the Imperial Emperor wouldn't have bothered to shuttle back and forth. Does the Song Heiress think she still has a great reputation in the circle? If she does, it's only her own self‑delusion."

Anyone who heard Chu Yue's words would probably have some emotional ups and downs.

But Song Huan Yan did not; she remained upright, poised, expressionless, with no ripple.

Meng Zhangfeng looked at Chu Yue, "Why are you saying all this? You've really had enough! The Imperial Emperor's thoughts are not for you to casually guess and slander!"

It seems Meng Zhangfeng and Chu Yue are on equal footing.

Although Meng Zhangfeng had been trying his utmost to stop Chu Yue's unreasonable provocations, he couldn't completely intimidate Chu Yue.

Song Huan Yan looked coldly at the clear slap mark on Chu Yue's face, slightly pursing her lips. "Even he has to go through this procedure, so what right do you have to put on such a big show in front of me?"

After speaking, Song Huan Yan turned and left.

Chu Yue clenched her fists in anger.

Meng Zhangfeng glared at her. "What the hell are you doing? Have you gone mad?"

Chu Yue lowered her voice. "See that? Where is she cold and taciturn? She's clearly sharp-tongued and extremely arrogant! And she even dared to hit me—what a bully relying on her master's power. Does she really think being the Song Family Heiress is such a big deal? Hah, what is she in front of Lord Nan Gong?"