Chapter 8: Mrs. Dong arrived unexpectedly at the Dong Mansion
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Two Days Later...
Yinyin was alone. She had just stepped out of the shower, her hair damp, a towel loosely wrapped around her. Suddenly—BANG! The door to her room was flung open with such force that it nearly unhinged.
Who the hell could that be?
Scared out of her wits, thinking it was a thief, she grabbed the nearest thing—her hair dryer—and darted behind the wardrobe. I couldn't see clearly from my invisible gossip perch, but I knew she was hiding right where the intruder was heading.
Footsteps. Cautious. Calculated.
Oh no. They were getting closer.
And then—
"Thief! How did you get in?!" Yinyin screamed, swinging the dryer wildly. Thump. Thump. Thump. The figure stumbled back, startled.
"You vixen! Stop it!" the woman barked.
Wait. Did she just say woman?
O. M. G.
"M-Mother...?" Yinyin's eyes widened in horror as realization hit. She dropped the dryer in shock. It was Mrs. Dong.
"Mom, I'm so sorry! I thought— I thought it was a thief," she stammered, rushing over.
SLAP!
Yinyin clutched her cheek, stunned.
"I used to like you, but I never knew you were a gold-digging fox," Mrs. Dong snapped. "Having a fiancé and still marrying my son for money?!"
"Mother, you've got it wrong," Yinyin said through trembling lips. "Yes, I had a fiancé… until your son took my innocence and said he'd take responsibility."
SLAP! Again, without mercy.
"You're lying! Gold digger! Vixen! Slut!" Mrs. Dong ranted, her voice echoing through the hallway.
Yinyin's eyes flashed. "You can insult me all you want, but don't you dare call me those names," she said, trembling but defiant. "If I were a gold digger, your son would be broke by now."
SLAP!—but this time, a hand caught Mrs. Dong's mid-air.
Yinyin's legs gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks—but not from sadness. That was a performance for the Oscars. Her cheeks were burning from the pain, though.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Jinye's cold voice sliced through the room like a blade.
"She's a vixen! A liar! A gold digger!" Mrs. Dong shouted, still trying to wrestle her hand free.
But Jinye bent down and hugged Yinyin tightly.
"Mom, don't make me take a drastic step."
His voice was low, threatening—and final.
Mrs. Dong froze for a moment, then without another word, she turned and walked away.
Yinyin sobbed harder into her husband's chest. "Husband…" she whispered.
"I'm sorry I came late, babe," he murmured, his arms wrapping protectively around her.
She nodded, but her fingers clung to his shirt.
"Oh husband… she called me a gold digger," she cried again, the tears flowing freely now.
This time, the crying wasn't fake.
Her cheeks hurt like hell.
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Good night, dear readers.
Don't mind me—I'm just your invisible gossip girl, hiding behind wardrobes and eavesdropping on rich people's drama. Catch you in the next scandal!
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