Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son-Chapter 340 Cheer Up

"You’re hospitalized? What happened?"

Wu Yuerou had been following the second season of the variety show closely. A few days ago, there had been a lot of scandals about Han Jiangxue online. Back then, she had sent a message to Han Jiangxue, but she didn’t get any reply.

It wasn’t until this afternoon, when she contacted Han Jiangxue again and mentioned some things she had heard about Ye Zhenzhen, that Han Jiangxue finally called her.

She didn’t expect Han Jiangxue to be hospitalized.

Han Jiangxue clenched her teeth in frustration and managed to squeeze out a smile, "It’s nothing serious, I just feel unwell. What did you want to talk to me about here?"

In the past, Wu Yuerou didn’t hesitate to flaunt her superiority in the industry, thanks to her husband’s status. Now, Wu Yuerou had fallen into such a state, and Han Jiangxue didn’t want her to know her true situation.

"I’m glad it’s nothing serious. I saw the second episode of the show; Ye Zhenzhen is just hateful. I also heard from Fu Shinuan this afternoon. I think you acted too hastily, we should have taken it slow."

Han Jiangxue didn’t pay attention to Wu Yuerou’s words. Instead, she looked around the shabby, slightly dirty surroundings with a frown, "Sister Yuerou, is it safe for us to talk here?"

If someone caught a photo of her with Wu Yuerou in this kind of place, she didn’t know how much ridicule she’d face.

Wu Yuerou could feel the disdain in Han Jiangxue’s words. As the saying goes, when the wall falls, everyone pushes it. She had felt this acutely over the past half month, but to be treated this way by Han Jiangxue was something her heart struggled to accept.

"This place used to belong to my family’s maid’s shop; it’s very safe, don’t worry."

Han Jiangxue nodded, "As for Ye Zhenzhen, I know what I should do. I know you hate her. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets her comeuppance."

She had received a call from Su Jin at noon, and he had informed her that he would be coming to Jiangcheng this Friday. As for Ye Zhenzhen, her downfall would come, at the latest, by this week.

Fury filled Wu Yuerou’s eyes as she snapped the chopsticks in her hand, "If it weren’t for that slut Ye Zhenzhen, my husband wouldn’t have had an accident, and I wouldn’t have ended up like this. It’s all that slut’s fault!"

Nowadays, she lived in a gloomy room in this urban village, where she found it too cold to sleep at night during winter. Each day was torturous for her to endure.

The money she earned driving a taxi each day had to be saved up for An Ruilin’s schooling. With her husband gone, there was no way she could neglect her own son.

Observing Wu Yuerou’s expressions silently, Han Jiangxue began to devise a plan. She asked Wu Yuerou, "Sister Yuerou, how have you been doing recently? I heard you mention you’re driving a taxi?"

It struck her as ironic that the former station manager’s wife, who never looked at the price tags, was now fallen so far as to drive a taxi. Han Jiangxue’s urge to enjoy the drama was stronger than any feeling of sympathy.

It wasn’t her fault, after all—Wu Yuerou had previously been too arrogant, too showy.

Wu Yuerou nodded, "I couldn’t stay on at Lemon Channel. It’s too easy to be recognized if I look for other jobs. The taxi gig was introduced to me by my old maid’s husband. Now, I just take each day as it comes; who knows when it will end."

If Han Jiangxue hadn’t asked, she would have brought it up herself: she was a bit short on money lately and wanted to borrow some from Han Jiangxue. This was another purpose of her visit.

Han Jiangxue sighed with feigned regret, "Sister Yuerou, try to be positive, in the scheme of things, I don’t even know what to say now."

She didn’t want to say anything more; what happened to Wu Yuerou wasn’t her problem.

"Xiao Xue, could you... lend me some money?"

Han Jiangxue looked up, her eyes full of disdain and condescension. She really didn’t want to lend money to Wu Yuerou, but given the current circumstances, she still took out her wallet from her bag and handed Wu Yuerou the deposit refunded by the hospital today.

"This is all the cash I have on me; you can use it for now."

To think there would come a day when she, Han Jiangxue, would have the satisfaction of giving charity to Wu Yuerou.

Wu Yuerou accepted the money from Han Jiangxue’s hand, looking somewhat disappointed; it must be less than two thousand, "Xiao Xue, I wanted to borrow twenty thousand."

Han Jiangxue’s expression remained calm, "Twenty thousand? Well, I don’t have that on me right now. If you really need it in a hurry, why don’t you go and see An Xi? Aren’t you two related?"