"He's dead, all his things are ours now. And nobody will mention my origins anymore," Qiao Jiaying curved her lips into a smile, a viciousness flickering across her pale face. "Isn't this better?"
"Yingying, you..." Song Jia stammered in distress, "Yingying, how can you talk like that?"
Qiao Jiaying scoffed coldly, "Mom, don't blame me for being heartless. When you decided to have me take the Qiao surname, you should've seen this day coming."
Song Jia was left speechless by her daughter.
How could she have foreseen this day? She juggled men like a pro and had never capsized. But now...
Alas, all her efforts were for naught!
Qiao Yonghui would surely not come looking for her now that he knew the truth. Old Liang was dead, and now there was no one to take care of her anymore.
Fear struck her at the thought. Without a man to rely on, how was she to live?
