Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 889 - 652: Rong Qiao, Are You Seeking a Sense of Superiority From Me?

Su Xiaomeng walked up to Rong Jing, handed over the invitation, and smiled gently,"Young Master Rong, you’ve been looking more haggard by the day."

Rong Jing took Su Xiaomeng’s jab with a smile and said, "With President Su working so tirelessly to find flaws in the Rong Family, I worry day and night—how could I not look haggard?"

"Seeing how you can joke back, it seems the Rong Family must have some decent countermeasures..."

Su Xiaomeng said, her elfin eyes lightly sweeping over Rong Jing and Rong Qiao standing next to him,

"Today is Mr. Rong’s sixty-third birthday... could it be a trap set for me, Su Xiaomeng?"

Rong Qiao’s expression stiffened, and before Rong Jing could respond, she hurriedly spoke up,

"Su Xiaomeng, you’re really good at flattering yourself!"

"For my father’s birthday, the attendees are all notable figures from the business and political world. To have so many people set a trap just for you—are you really that important? Heh!"

"Speaking of which, Miss Rong, it’s really been a while since we last met..."

Xiao Meng took a slight step forward, her face lightly made up yet still showing a gentle smile, as her eyes scanned Rong Qiao’s outfit from top to bottom,

"Miss Rong, at your age... you still do love pink..."

"Su Xiaomeng, what did you just say!"

Rong Qiao, cherished by the Rong Family father and sons, is treated like a precious gem, afraid she’ll break. Be it Rong Si or Rong Jing, they both dote on the spoiled eldest daughter of the Rong Family.

"It’s been two years, right? Miss Rong’s temper really hasn’t changed a bit."

The once naive and somewhat childish nineteen-year-old Su Xiaomeng has now grown into the youngest female president of the Imperial Group.

Whereas the spoiled and willful Rong Qiao, who always seeks what she has her eye on, remains the same Rong Qiao.

Both women are beautiful, and standing together now, outsiders might not notice much difference, but Rong Jing sees clearly, though he dotes on his sister, he has to admit...

Rong Qiao falls short of Su Xiaomeng in all aspects.

Su Xiaomeng’s light-hearted words seemed like they ignited Rong Qiao’s temper, as if setting off a pack of explosives.

Seeing Rong Qiao glower, wanting to rebuke further, Rong Jing quickly pulled her behind him,

"President Su understands my sister’s temperament, there’s no need to hold it against her."

"How could I? But with Miss Rong’s fiery temper, if a guest happens to say a word or two, and she snarls like this—tsk tsk... Elder Rong having a peaceful birthday, he sure has a big heart."

"Having had no contact for two years, I see you, Su Xiaomeng, have no other skills; your ability to speak sarcastically, with words like thorns, has grown significantly."

Rong Qiao took a deep breath to suppress her rising anger, but couldn’t help retorting, her eyebrows slightly raised,

"Indeed, at your young age, you lost your husband, and without Yin Shixiu’s protection, all you can do is rely on your thorns to protect yourself."

"They say widows are sharp-tongued and mean. Seeing you today, Su Xiaomeng, I’ve come to believe it."

Listening to this, there wasn’t a hint of anger on Su Xiaomeng’s face. Instead, there was a slightly mocking glance at Rong Jing. She said nothing and walked straight into the grand hall.

This left Rong Qiao puzzled!

She had said so much, and Su Xiaomeng wasn’t even mad?!

"Brother! Is she still Su Xiaomeng! What was that expression just now?!"

Rong Jing looked at Rong Qiao with a calm face,

"I’ll tell you what that expression was."

"What expression?"

"An expression of not wanting to embarrass herself."

"..."

"Xiao Qiao, even if you wore this year’s limited edition Chanel fall collection, she wouldn’t see you as a rival. To be blunt, what you and Su Xiaomeng have in your heads isn’t the same."

"..."

Rong Qiao looked at Rong Jing in shock, fists clenched,

"Brother, have you really... fallen for her..."

"Whether I like her or not, she has always been an attractive woman."

At nineteen, she had the charm of a nineteen-year-old girl; at twenty-three, she had the allure of a twenty-three-year-old woman.

Rong Jing said plainly, and what he said to Rong Qiao was not to defend Su Xiaomeng, just stating the truth plainly.

As Rong Qiao’s elder brother, he naturally wouldn’t beat around the bush when speaking to her.

Watching Su Xiaomeng, with her graceful figure walking into the hall, Rong Qiao’s eyes nearly shot flames!

Standing at the door greeting guests?

Rong Qiao was never that sensible of a person,

"Brother, you go ahead, I’ll go see what’s in her head!"