False Princess Reincarnation Set the World
Concerns Mrs Robi’ah
The image took another jade pendant and turned around to help Madam Robi’ah stand up. He did all this with an angry expression on his face. "Let's go, Mom!"
Mrs Robi’ah is a woman who has seen it all. Even though he was furious, he did not express his anger.
"Mrs Robi’ah, you forgot to take the money!” Wardah ordered the waiter to send him the money.
The image looked back a little and swore for the first time in his life. “Our Candra family doesn't need this kind of trivial money! You can save money to buy your coffin!”
With that, Lingga immediately laughed a little. He clapped his hands and said, “Wah, wow, wow! You're tough! You are full of spirit! I finally saw it today!”
Had Citra behaved more humbly and showed their inferiority today, she would still have shown them compassion and generosity when they were driven out of the house and took to the streets. Judging from the situation now, it seemed like it was no longer necessary! What an ungrateful bunch of people!
The survival or death of a member of the Candra Family had nothing to do with him in the slightest from now on. Meanwhile, Citra helped Madam Robi’ah out. A simple MPV is parked in front of the door. It doesn't even have a license plate.
Realizing that Citra and Mrs Robi’ah were there, the driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door. “Mistress, Mrs Robi’ah.”
The expression on the face of Citra shriveled. He instructed, “Come back to the manor, and tell Uncle Ari not to come with the others.”
"Uncle Ari and the others are almost here." The assistant sitting next to the driver turned around.
For the first time, the Candra Family prepared a large amount of dowry and ordered the butler, Uncle Ari, to send it directly from Jakarta.
He counted the days and realized that by chance the dowry had arrived today.
"Send them back!"
The assistant was stunned for a moment but then replied, "Alright."
Mrs Robi’ah and Citra sat in the back seat. None of them said a word, and the atmosphere inside the car became tense.
The car arrives at the manor, and Citra helps Mrs Robi’ah return home before attacking angrily, “They've gone too far! They've really gone too far! Why didn't I find out that Lingga was actually a little man looking down on others!?”
Madam Robi’ah pat Citra's hand. "Calm down! Don't be angry anymore. Wijaya can marry whichever girl he wants. Pitaloka Buana is a naive and unreasonable girl. How is he worthy of our Candra Family? And how he deserves our Vijaya! It is also a blessing in disguise to witness their true selves through this incident.”
Pitaloka Buana beautiful. However, when compared to the upper class socialites from the noble families in Jakarta, she was nothing!
Many people would do anything to marry Wijaya Candra. However, Pitaloka Buana was too stupid to see that.
After pondering, Citra regretted not performing better before. “Bu, I should have thrown that money at Lingga's head! I should have chopped off his head!”
As the mother of the family's successor, Citra is well-liked wherever she goes. He could not even remember the last time he was angry like this. He was so angry that he couldn't even think clearly earlier.
“What's the point of having a storm with such a person? Relax!" Madam Robi’ah comforted her. “It was their failure to not appreciate what they have at the moment, and they still have many days to regret it in the future.”
"Hem, I'm right." The image agreed. So when he thought like this, he was no longer angry!
After saying that, Citra continued, “The engagement has been considered cancelled. Then, are we going back to Jakarta, ma'am?”
"No, we can't go back yet." Madam Robi’ah shook her head. “The city of Surabaya is a rich land that cultivates a lot of talents, so there will be many outstanding girls here. I will stay here and choose a beautiful wife for Wijaya and then return to Jakarta with glory. It will also allow the Buana Family to see that our Candra Family granddaughter-in-law is far more outstanding than Pitaloka Buana by a hundred, a thousand, even a million times!”
Madam Robi’ah was born and raised in Surabaya. His ancestral home was also in Surabaya, so he had a close relationship with the inseparable city.
The upper class socialite from the noble family was undoubtedly beautiful, but she could always sense that something was lacking in them. When it comes to getting his grandson a wife, it is still a preference for him to marry the locals from Surabaya.
"You're right! Let's choose a good wife for Wijaya here! Then, we can go back to Jakarta brilliantly!” Citra added as she chuckled, "Mom, I'm with you in this!"
Madam Robi’ah seemed to suddenly remember something. He continued to speak, "Oh right, are you the one who spread the fake news that our Candra Family business is in a financial crisis?"
"No." Citra shook her head and said with a puzzled expression, "I think it was my mother who deliberately spread rumors as a way to see the real face of the Buana Family!"
If it wasn't for the fake news, how could they have seen the true selves of the members of the Buana Family?
Madam Robi’ah said, “It wasn't me either!”
Then, Citra furrowed her brows and said in confusion, "If not you or me, then who?"
"That's me."
Before the sound disappeared, the tall and slender man entered the house from outside. She wore a plain flannel suit and a strand of brown beads in her hands, while her overall appearance was even softer than that of a woman.
"Guil is at home!"
The image looked towards Wijaya Candra with a smile. The mother and son looked very similar. In addition, Citra was very concerned about her skin care, so they looked more like siblings!
"Hey, Wijaya, did you just say that you were the one who spread the fake news about the financial crisis?" Madam Robi’ah looked towards Wijaya Candra.
Wijaya Candra slightly nodded and moved the prayer beads. "How did the Buana Family react?"
Citra replied with a frown, “They act like kings! Once they learned that our Candra Family was in a financial crisis, they immediately severed ties with us! In fact, they even tried to use 200 million rupiah to humiliate us!”
Despite hearing that, Wijaya Candra's expression remained as calm as before. He was not surprised, let alone angry. It felt as if everything was in line with his expectations.
“Wijaya, why is there not the slightest reaction from you? Your grandmother and I are ashamed because of you!”
Wijaya Candra turned her gaze back to Citra. “You will only humble yourself when you quarrel with people like them. Moreover, I said earlier that the daughter of the Buana Family is not a suitable match. After all, it was you and grandma who insisted on that.”
“And what purpose do we hold in that? It's all because of you! You heartless bastard!” The image is very angry.
Wijaya Candra clenched her thin lips tightly with a somewhat helpless expression on her face.
It made Citra seem like a little girl who was deliberately provoking.
"Grand." Mrs Robi’ah turned to look towards Wijaya Candra, “Tell honestly, do you have someone you like in your heart? If you had that person, I wouldn't worry anymore! It will save me time and energy, so I won't be anxious all day!”