Han Qianqian, weary and tired, gently leans back on her chair: "If given the option, I would not want to be born into the Han Family. I would rather be an ordinary person, living a simple and unremarkable life."
"Making such a statement really shows that you have never experienced the poverty and hardships that we ordinary people face." Song Qinghuan scoffs coldly, a hint of mockery in her voice.
She continues: "When you say things like that, do you realize how many people envy you, are jealous of you? Because you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and they often curse their fate, for not giving them a life like yours, for you had money, power, and status as an infant - things they can't attain no matter how hard they work in their lifetime."
