Seeing Mrs. Qin’s regretful appearance, at this moment, Qin Xin felt no emotion, only a desire to sneer.
Now that she’s the Global Designer Association’s chair, they want to mend fences?
Had they forgotten the accusations of her being "unreasonable" and "unfilial"?
"Stand up," Qin Xin said flatly.
Mrs. Qin’s expression relaxed, "Xin’er, I knew your heart was still with this family..."
Yet in the next moment, Qin Xin continued, "Kneel here, and don’t block the way of the company’s guests."
Seeing Qin Xin’s serious demeanor offering no out for Mrs. Qin, even Nalan Ye Jue at the side struggled to hold back a laugh.
When the little lady gets sharp-tongued, she’s truly quite endearing.
Mrs. Qin froze, having just stood up when Qin Xin told her this, leaving her unsure whether to continue kneeling or stand.
But recalling her purpose today, she had to grit her teeth and persist, "Xin’er, your sister’s heart surgery, the doctor suddenly backed out last minute, refusing to do it. Wen Rou spent tens of millions on that doctor, said he wouldn’t do it, just like that. Her condition can’t be delayed. You’re the Global Designer Association’s chair, you have connections, could you help reach out to the Red Society, find another skilled doctor for her surgery?"
She came to see Qin Xin initially just for reconciliation.
But halfway there, she suddenly received a call from Qin Wenrou, who tearfully told her the doctor refused her case, the surgery schedule was canceled, and henceforth the Red Society wouldn’t accept her case either.
Mrs. Qin was anxious at that moment.
After comforting Qin Wenrou for quite some time, upon seeing Qin Xin now, she couldn’t even say much about her regrets, wanting directly to seek her aid for Qin Wenrou first.
She thought it would be easy for Qin Xin.
But unexpectedly.
Qin Xin listened, her expression remaining indifferent, "Why isn’t Qin Wenrou coming to kneel and ask for this herself?"
Mrs. Qin was startled, "She, she’s quite busy..."
In a moment, it was all she could think of as an excuse.
Wen Rou couldn’t possibly ask for help; as her mother well knew, Wen Rou was actually quite stubborn, wouldn’t easily bow her head, let alone to Qin Xin.
So, she came pleading for Wen Rou instead.
Qin Xin’s eyes flashed with a faint sarcasm, "She’s busy? Sorry, I’m even busier."
Did Mrs. Qin think she was out of her mind to agree to such a request lacking any sincerity?
Qin Xin took a step towards the Nalan Group’s entrance.
Mrs. Qin panicked, "Mr. Nalan, please help persuade Xin’er, it’s just a word from her that could save her sister’s life..."
Nalan Ye Jue held Qin Xin’s hand, not leaving her side by any means.
Leaving the woman with a single elegant yet distant line, "In my family, Xin calls the shots."
Mrs. Qin was stunned.
Taking Nalan Ye Jue’s words carefully, did it actually mean Xin’er had say in the Nalan Family’s affairs?
After the full shock, wanting to continue pleading with the two of them, she saw they had already walked hand in hand into the corporate building.
Seeing their backs, she felt utterly despaired.
Her daughter and son-in-law had soared to great heights, were remarkable figures, yet neither was willing to give Wen Rou any help.
She shakily took out her phone, hoping to find someone else to ask for help.
Her eyes skimmed over a man’s name on the contact list, hesitating, she skipped it, and scrolled down, seeing Jun Ruyi’s name.
Could Miss Jun still lend her a hand?
What did she have left that would make Miss Jun want to help her?
Racking her brain, thinking of what information she could exchange for Jun Ruyi’s resources, suddenly, she saw a breaking news alert popping up on her phone’s screen—