Overconfidence

Jing Lihua still remembered the day Wu Xiuqin had brought her to their mansion. They way Wu Ying had looked at her as if Wu Xiuqin had brought home a beggar. That was how Wu Ying's contemptuous gaze had made her feel back then when she had nothing. Back when she still naively believed that Wu Xiuqin was an angel in human skin.

"Do not feel too good about it. Do you wonder why my sister helps the kinds of you?" The night she had barged into the room Jing Lihua was given to stay. Wu Ying couldn't just tolerate a parasite in her home. If her sister really wanted to show off her charity work, she could have bought that woman a separate place. "It was purely for charity's sake. Do you think she helped you because she pitied you? If you think so then you are severely wrong."

"You do not know Wu Xiuqin well. She is a kind woman."