Right now, in the Ji family's mansion, there was someone who could not fall asleep. The call Madam Ji had with her son directed the suspicions at Qu Jingwan, so she was currently on tenterhooks.
Pak! All the lights in the room were switched on. She sat up and scanned this foreign yet familiar room. From the décor to the furniture, all were bought and arranged by the older woman according to her preference.
She could never allow another woman to stay in this room. A second mistress of this family could never exist.
Qu Jingwan put on her clothes and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, causing a gust of cold, evening breeze to blow into the room, sending the curtains fluttering about. It made the quiet night even quieter, so much so that it was slightly terrifying.
