Shen Xi's look promised retribution should anything happen to her parents, causing Jiang Xue to backpedal in retreat. Jiang Xue could not even meet Shen Xi's gaze without feeling intimidated and backed into her bed, crumpling in a heap of trembling limbs.
Jiang Xue could not understand why Shen Xi would evoke such fear in her. It was almost as if a demon faced her, not some poor waif. Her mind latched onto Shen Xi's status to ground her. Why should she, a noble young lady, be afraid of a poverty-stricken girl with no power or influence?
Mustering her courage, Jiang Xue forced herself to hold her head high, loudly substantiating her stance, "Shen Xi, I'm saying this for your own good. You know very well how poor your family is. Don't be such an ingrate. You may have cheated me of 170,000 yuan, but that still means you had to come up with the other 600,000 yuan. If not for selling yourself to some rich old man, how else would you have raised that sum?"
