Chapter 275 - 254: Just maintain Miss Meng Family’s poise

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Chapter 275: 254: Just maintain Miss Meng Family’s poise Meng Han remained silent for a long moment before suddenly turning to rummage through her shoulder bag, taking out all the bank cards from the card pocket and checking the balances one by one. When the repeated sound of "account frozen" came through the receiver of her phone, she clenched the cards in her hand more tightly. Trying to avoid sinking deeper into the mire, Meng Han forced herself to stay calm and took a deep breath: "How much do we need?" "What?" Meng Mu didn’t understand her question. Seeing that the other party’s emotions weren’t as explosive as before, she too calmed her own mood slightly. The tears welling up in her eyes were held back. "To start another company, how much will it cost?" With her swollen and unsightly cheek, Meng Han stared unyieldingly at the person in front of her. Her thinking was straightforward: one Meng Family might have gone bankrupt, but there could always be a second Meng Family. As long as they had startup capital, everything else could be resolved. Meng Mu paused for a moment before speaking weakly: "Apart from this house, we only have three million left." "Three million... That’s barely the price of a car." "Han Han, you don’t need to worry about the money. Your brother will be back tomorrow," a glimmer of hope surfaced in Meng Mu’s eyes. Over the years, they had sent Meng Zhi quite a lot of money to help him establish a company overseas. Now that the Meng Family had fallen to this state, if they couldn’t find any solution, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for the whole family to leave Imperial City. "What good is him coming back?" Meng Han sneered. She looked at Meng Mu’s reddened eyes and ultimately chose not to reveal what she had seen abroad last year. Still, a faint sense of sorrow welled up within her. "Han Han, how could you——" "Mom, please leave for now." Meng Han cut her off before she could begin her lecture. Not long after, the sound of heavy footsteps grew distant, and Meng Mu, dragging her weary body, quietly closed the door. A few rays of sunlight slipped in through the window, scattering fragmented patterns across the lace-edged bed and casting a mottled glow. Meng Han’s gaze followed the light source. It was rare to have such good weather in the midst of winter, but she felt not the slightest hint of warmth. Her entire being seemed plunged into an icy abyss, chilled from head to toe. The coldness enveloped her, and she couldn’t help but curl up. A solitary teardrop fell silently onto the back of her hand, made a subdued sound, and then disappeared into the snow-white carpet. Meng Han stayed in that position for a long time. Only when her limbs had turned stiff did she slowly shift. She unlocked her phone and dialed a number she considered reliable: "Lingling, I’m a little tight on cash recently. Can you lend me some money?" "Not much, just five million will do." "Okay, then I’ll ask someone else." "Hello, Meng Meng..." She went through seven of her eight so-called best friends’ contact groups. Yet among them, not a single one was willing to lend her a hand. It was clear the news of the Meng Family’s bankruptcy had already spread; the entire upper-class circle was likely hiding in the shadows, watching her downfall as a spectacle. Furious, Meng Han rampaged through her bedroom, shattering everything she could get her hands on: "Bitches! All of them fucking bitches!" Whenever they needed something from her, they’d all call her "Sister Han" with a sweet tone. Now, they had the audacity to address her directly by name. Red-eyed and distraught, Meng Han looked as if she could tear someone apart alive, the aura around her dark and suffocating. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her phone, dialing one last number. When the call connected, her voice rasped with raw emotion: "Shirui, can you come over to my place?" One hour later. The newest season’s high heels appeared in Meng Han’s view, snapping the vacant look in her eyes back to life. She looked up to see the woman dressed as impeccably as ever, cloaked in an air of gentle façade with a perpetual smile. "Han Han, are you okay?" Bai Shirui looked at her with concern, her peripheral glance catching the shards scattered on the ground, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. "You know, don’t you?" Meng Han let out a bitter laugh. The moment she saw Shirui, all her bottled-up grievances burst forth, accompanied by a heart-wrenching sob. Lost in her sorrow, she didn’t notice the fleeting irritation in Bai Shirui’s eyes, nor the absence of any attempt to help clean up. Bai Shirui’s gaze swept disdainfully over the room, and with feigned gentleness, she patted Meng Han’s back perfunctorily: "Han Han, crying won’t solve anything." "Then what... what should I do?" "Your father knows what to do. You just need to maintain the image of the Meng Family’s daughter and not let anyone look down on you." "But they all know now. They’re all mocking me!" At this moment, Meng Han resembled a child tattling angrily. She clung to Bai Shirui’s arm, her tear-streaked face and runny nose staining the custom-made coat: "Shirui, our family doesn’t have any money anymore—we have nothing!" Bai Shirui suppressed the disgust building in her chest and shifted her gaze to the doorway to avoid further distress. Unseen, her fingers tightened slightly into a fist, but when she spoke, her voice was as warm as a spring sun: "Han Han, my liquid assets are limited—I can only lend you four million for now." "Shirui, I didn’t mean that." Meng Han’s expression flickered with guilt as her gaze dropped. Though borrowing money from Shirui was indeed part of her plan, her greater hope had been to receive companionship. They say adversity reveals true friends. Now with only Bai Shirui left by her side, she couldn’t afford to lose her. "I know." Bai Shirui showed no interest in delving into Meng Han’s thoughts. She pulled out a bank card she had already prepared and handed it over. She curled her lips in a sisterly manner: "This is all I can do to help for now. Use it to get through this rough patch." "Shirui, thank you." Meng Han clutched the card in her hands like a lifeline, her former arrogance long evaporated. She appeared as pure and naïve as she did in her youth. Bai Shirui gently patted her head, as if suddenly recalling something difficult to voice: "Han Han, there’s something I’m unsure whether to tell you." Meng Han froze and wiped away the tears on her cheeks, a foreboding unease stirring in her heart. But outwardly, she maintained a nonchalant façade: "Go ahead. I’m already at rock bottom—what’s a few more bad things?" Under Meng Han’s expectant yet anxious gaze, Bai Shirui hesitated before speaking delicately: "Master Shi is getting married." "Boom——" Meng Han’s mind felt like it had exploded. Time seemed to freeze in that instant. The bank card clenched in her hand fell to the ground unnoticed. "Shirui, what did you just say?" She suddenly abandoned her usual hysterics, her eerie calmness sending shivers down the spine. "Master Shi is getting married next month." "With whom?" "The girl you met before," Bai Shirui answered patiently, concealing her malicious glee deep within her eyes.

Chapter 275 - 254: Just maintain Miss Meng Family’s poise

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