Chu Xiang was old enough to understand some things, especially since she grew up in an orphanage. Indeed, the orphanage was not heaven but hell sometimes, for the children there learned to be scheming even from a young age. For a bowl of rice or a piece of bread, they would use all their efforts—acting cute, pretending to be obedient, even threatening and scaring sometimes; and the picture of being all loving was a false front. The food was only truly theirs when it was already in their stomachs.
Moreover, Chu Xiang was not the same person as she was in the past. She was not the orphan who had to calculate how much food she could have every day, for her current self was Chu Xiang, the new rich granddaughter of the Chu family. She had loads of money to spend, too many pretty clothes that she couldn't even finish wearing all of them, and an unending supply of snacks. She raised her chin as the feelings of superiority began to wash over her.
