The tone was unmistakably unwelcoming; Xue Han had truly seen through the third daughter; she was now Wang Ru.
Wang Ru's appearance had changed. She wore a emerald green Luo skirt and a blue cotton-padded jacket, her sparse hair combed neatly, and a beautifully crafted purse hung at her waist. Xue Han watched in a daze, silently calculating that her outfit cost at least 500 coins. Frowning, she thought that no one in the village ever dressed like this—it was too conspicuous.
Sometimes, she felt Wang Ru was overly cunning, and at other times, foolish. Wang Ru's family was on the verge of becoming the only household like this in the village—without any support, just like a piece of fat—at the time when they should have kept a low profile, Wang Ru was being too ostentatious. Wasn't this glaringly telling the whole village, 'My family is very wealthy'?
Wasn't the lesson from last time enough? Or is it true that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
