"What right do you have to command me around like you're the lady of the house?" Mrs. Xia sarcastically sneered, holding her bag. "Just because you've been with Shaocheng for a while, and you think you are his future wife? Look at what you're wearing. People might think you just walked out of a mountainous cave, it's such a disgrace to my Shaocheng!"
Chenxing glanced down at her clothes—an inexpensive blouse and a pair of rubber shoes—, but she didn't feel ashamed. "Mrs. Xia, please mind your language. Correct, I am the lady of this house. So, when you, as a guest, behave rudely, it's pretty clear who is bringing disgrace."
She languidly seated herself on the sofa. If she remembered it correctly, this woman tended to ignore her own husband, Gu Shaocheng. Shaocheng also seems to dislike talking about the Xia Family, hinting at an estranged relationship. "Butler, serve some tea. Otherwise, people might think we don't know how to treat guests."
