Madame Jiang tossed a bottle of inferior quality anti-inflammatory medicine in front of Jiang Ruan.
"Take it and follow me."
Jiang Ruan, like a puppet on strings, held the anti-inflammatory medicine as a maid manipulated her into putting on the multimillion-dollar wedding gown.
The white strapless gown trailed on the floor, the chest adorned with tiny diamonds that spoke of its value at a glance.
The girl's skin was clear and translucent, and the luxurious wedding dress seemed to have been tailor-made for her.
A cold glint flashed in Madame Jiang's eyes; she had been many times more beautiful than Li Xiangyu in her youth.
It's a shame that men are naturally unfaithful, finding grass outside greener than the flowers at home!
This allowed Li Xiangyu, the old mistress, to find her opportunity...
Yet, she never expected that twenty years later, her own daughter Jiang Yuning wouldn't measure up to the mistress's daughter- inferior in all aspects.