Chapter 11

"You know very well whether I have made things up . " Su Qianci glanced at her coldly .

Tang Mengying saw her eyes and suddenly felt nervous . At that moment, something seemed to come out of Su Qianci's eyes and pierced her .

It was hatred!

The hatred was as thick as blood and sunk deep into the bones . However, when Tang Mengying looked again, what she saw was gone . It was as if everything was just an illusion .

Or was it?

Su Qianci held back the urge to tear Tang Mengying apart and said calmly, "Mr . Ai's wife is Arabic and her name meant happiness, so every time he finished a garment, he would leave the signature inside the collar, which was happiness in Arabic . "

"Bluffing! You know Arabic?" Mrs . Tang scoffed .

"Check it to see if I am bluffing . " Su Qianci held the collar up .

Seeing the black letters on it, Mrs . Tang immediately said, "It is no more than simple embroidery . How can you prove that it is Arabic?"

Su Qianci had seen that question coming and called, "Liu Sao . "

Liu Sao, the servant, was stunned by how calm Su Qianci was . Called upon suddenly, she immediately responded, "Here . "

"Could you call Sicheng over for me?" Then she looked at Mrs . Li, "You can choose not to believe me . However, you must believe your son . He knows eight languages, and maybe Arabic is one of them . Let him tell us whether it is Arabic or not . "

Mrs . Tang fretted and cried, "What do you mean? You think my Mengying is lying?"

Su Qianci snorted, "I don't know whether she lied . However, this is definitely Mr . Ai's work . "

"Forget it, mother," Tang Mengying said, "Qianci, it was a trivial matter . Why do you have to be so aggressive? If you say it is, then let's just assume that . "

"No . " Su Qianci's heart was trembling, "It is no big deal for you, but your mother's words were truly hurtful . "

Tang Mengying did not say anything, throwing a blaming glance at her mother . Everyone heard what Mrs . Tang said and it was over the line . No one thought Su Qianci was to blame . Even Mrs . Li felt a bit pissed . No matter how much she disliked Su Qianci, Su Qianci was still her daughter-in-law . When Su Qianci was scolded like that, she lost face as well .

"If I'm proven right, then Mrs . Tang, you should apologize to me," said Su Qianci .

Mrs . Tang felt upset, "For what?"

"You don't dare, do you? You are afraid that I will expose your lies, right?"

Mrs . Tang was extremely upset . If she insisted that Liu Sao not call Li Sicheng, she would be admitting that she was lying . That way, not only her reputation, but the reputation of the Tang family and Tang Mengying would all suffer .

However, if Li Sicheng came and recognized the word to be happiness in Arabic, what then? Su Qianci seemed to have said that Li Sicheng knew eight languages . However, Arabic might not be one of them, right?

Mrs . Tang gritted her teeth and yelled, "Nonsense, who's afraid?"

"Then go call Li Sicheng," Mrs . Li finally said . "Let him see if that's true, so that you can have your answer . "