Shen Yunya felt very pleased with herself, looking at Tu Xiupei's petrified expression. She laughed gently and extended her hands to touch Tu Xiupei's face, which was lined with water droplets or drops of cold sweat. "Compared to Elder Sister, you are far worse."
When Shen Qingdai died, she had not displayed such fear—only resentment. Until today, she could still remember the intensity of the hatred in her eyes. She really missed the look in Elder Sister's eyes from that moment.
"What exactly do you intend to do with me? I am sure that I have not offended you in any way." Tu Xiupei's voice was full of terror. She felt as though a snake was crawling over her cheek. She could not help but curl her toes at the woman's touch.
She had thought that Shen Yunya was just a woman with a pretty face and a haughty status and no real intellect. Little did she know that Shen Yunya had kept her true self so deeply hidden.
