In her memory, Yao Qing was gentle, quiet, and frail, dressed in designer labels from head to toe, looking every bit the clean and pristine little princess.
But looking at the woman before her, dressed in nothing but trashy garments, although she looked a bit familiar, don't most beautiful women look somewhat alike? Moreover, her temperament was nothing like the Yao Qing she remembered.
Could the understated dominance she exuded really belong to Yao Qing, a woman who never raised her voice, whose face never even reddened when angry?!
Could she be... her uncle's mistress?
Right..., it must be so, she's impersonating Yao Qing!
"Hah, I understand now," she mocked, grasping at what she thought was her last lifeline, "I wondered who she could be, my uncle's mistress, right? Is the Yao Family out of people, so you've come to steal their house?"
However, the small group behind her didn't echo her sentiment.