Instead, she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to smirk.
"You think taking my grandfather will be that easy?" she said, her voice smooth, steady.
"Liu Yanmei, you may have my father's pity, but don't mistake that for power. You think I'm the one who has nothing to hold onto? Look at yourself."
Liu Yanmei's smirk faltered just slightly.
Chen Lin continued, "You're clinging onto the things I let go of. Wu Changming. My father. A title that means nothing without the strength to back it up. And now, you think you can take my grandfather too?"
She let out a soft, mocking chuckle. "Do you even realize how pathetic you sound?"
Liu Yanmei stiffened, her expression twisting. "Pathetic?"
Chen Lin took a step forward this time, her presence commanding, unshaken. "Yes. Because no matter how many things you take from me, it'll never be enough, will it? Because deep down, you know that you'll never be me."