Chapter 1094 - How Could You Blame Me When You Were Useless?

Chapter 1094: How Could You Blame Me When You Were Useless?
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Wang Qianyun was not extremely capable or anything; she was totally unremarkable within Maxus Company.
Even the interns at Maxus Company had graduated from elite schools and slowly climbed their way up.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she highlighted Wang Juhuai’s relation to her during the interview process, the interviewer would not have given Wang Qianyun the chance.
At that time, the interviewer had had no intention of hiring Wang Qianyun. However, she stated that she was Wang Juhuai’s niece in her self-introduction.
Surprised, the interviewer had even asked for proof and, after learning that she was truly the world-famous artist Wang Juhuai’s niece, had allowed her resume to remain.
When the interview was over, the interviewer personally went to find the higher-ups to discuss it with them. Eventually, it was her relation to Wang Juhuai that got Wang Qianyun what she wanted and got her hired by Maxus Company.
It was just that there was a limit to Wang Qianyun’s capabilities.
She would have been considered good in an average company, but in a company like Maxus, she was inadequate.
As such, after she went head-to-head against Lu Man and got caught after making a mistake, the company suspended her duties straight away without regrets.
Additionally, because Wang Juhuai did not help her as her uncle, the company gave up on Wang Qianyun completely.
Left with no choice, Wang Qianyun could only quit and find a new job. It’s not like she could remain unemployed forever!
 

However, the ramifications of her actions in B City the previous time came back to haunt her, and none of the companies she wanted to work for was willing to employ her.
Yet she was also not interested in working for small companies.
Therefore, she now had plenty of time to spare since she decided to wait until matters had blown over before trying again.
She was shopping when she was talking to Ren Jieying. When she saw the screenshot Ren Jieying had sent her—the one Han Zhuoli had posted about the marriage certificates—Wang Qianyun saw red, trying hard not to smash her phone on the ground and losing all desire to argue with Ren Jieying.
She gave up shopping and rushed home.
 


Luo Wangyuan sat on the living room sofa, gracefully flipping through the newest issue of a fashion magazine.
Her nails were freshly manicured, and the manicurist had only just left.
At home, she was just like a rich madame.
 

Wang Qianyun burst through the door, livid.
The door crashed opened with a loud bang.
Wang Qianyun entered the room, angrily kicking her high heels away.
Luo Wangyuan frowned.
What is it with you this time?

 

Wang Qianyun fumed.
It’s all your fault! You kept telling me to consider things for the long-term, to give the matter further thought, and you did not let me go and find Auntie. And now? Han Zhuoli is married!

 

Luo Wangyuan was surprised. Frowning, she said,
Married… Then you should forget about him, since he’s already married.

 


No way!
Wang Qianyun was mad with rage.
Did you harbor such thoughts in the beginning? That’s why you kept stopping me from visiting Auntie, is that it?

 


How could that be!
Luo Wangyuan said, displeased.
Wang Qianyun, watch your attitude now. Is this how you’re supposed to talk to your mother?!


If I did harbor such thoughts in the beginning, would I have shamelessly brought you to Wang Juhuai’s place for you to meet Han Zhuoli? Did you think I didn’t notice that both Wang Juhuai and Han Zhuoli clearly hated seeing us and didn’t like us going over? But I’d still brazenly stayed there just to create opportunities for you. Yet after so long, you still failed to make Han Zhuoli fall for you, and you’re blaming me?
Wang Qianyun’s attitude angered Luo Wangyuan.
You were useless, and now you’re finding fault with me?

 


At that time, Han Zhuoli wasn’t married and would come to visit Wang Juhuai a few times every year. You had so many chances, and now, despite so many years having passed, Han Zhuoli never looked at you any differently. Now that he’s married, what chance do you have?
Luo Wangyuan said, incensed.