Qin Yucen wouldn't allow anyone to insult her mother, although she had no memories of her whatsoever, this wasn't about love. It was simply because that was her own mother, who had given her life. When she was very young, she had asked her father where her mother was? He said her mother had gone to a very far place, but later she found out that was just an adult's way of placating a child, meaning her mother was no longer alive. She died tragically at sea. In the family house, her mother's photograph hung on the wall, depicting a woman of modesty and virtue, definitely not like the person Qin Yurong described her to be.
"What do you mean? It's just as the words imply, your mom was a despicable woman, and then she gave birth to a despicable you!" Qin Yurong raised her eyebrows, contempt in her eyes, "So you and your mom are alike, only knowing how to snatch other people's men!"
