"If that is the case, Ji Ziming won't fall in love with me, so how will he marry me?"
Old Lady Qu widened her eyes and casually pinched a rose. Her low and hoarse voice was imposing as she spoke. "As long as you become that family's young mistress, you don't have to care whether that man loves you or not. Men are visual animals. He will one day be tired of that b*tch and know your goodness."
"Will that really happen? I'm still scared." Qu Jingwan noticed Madam Ji peering at her. The latter's gaze made her so nervous that she almost threw her phone away.
"What are you scared of? No matter how Pei Ge fights with you, she is just one person. Can she really compare to the Qu family's missus?"
"I'll stop here, grandma. I have to go in now, or auntile will get suspicious."
