"She did all this for the Chen Family," she admitted that her success in framing me and my uncle meant that the Gong Family would belong to the Chen Family. All she cared about was the Chen Family."
As soon as the words were spoken, whispers spread around the room.
"I had no idea that Lao San and Lin Zhiyi's issue was orchestrated by her."
"That makes sense, she was the one who prepared the crab feast, and tampering was easy for her, but nobody suspected it."
"Do they really think the Chen Family is still the same as it was twenty or so years ago?"
The crowd's words completely shattered Chen Sulan's psychological defenses.
Her frail body was like a kite with its string cut, fluttering and crashing to the ground.
She weakly clenched her fists, "Is it wrong to do something for my own family? Didn't Old Mr. Gong choose our union for my family's capabilities? As my family began to decline, he didn't lift a finger to help. Instead, he picked faults with me, it was all his fault!"