Han Siming narrowed his eyes at the thought, then his lips curled into a cold smile, growing increasingly brazen.
"Okay… Mom, I'll do whatever you say…"
"Hmph… Gu Mochen, just you wait and see."
...
Dong Qin secretly gave Han Siming some of her old jewelry to sell, converting them into cash.
These days, Gu Wei was half-dead from a stroke.
And she herself wasn't in much better condition.
So, the Gu Family looked more like a massive cage.
More like livestock being raised and sustained.
In the depths of the night, Dong Qin quietly sneaked back into her own room. Yet, she didn't lie on the bed—she slept on the floor.
Now, Sister Wang found ways to torture her, outwardly still behaving as a maid while Dong Qin remained the mistress.
But behind closed doors, she treated Dong Qin like a piece of lifeless cloth, discarded as though she were nothing.