Gu Mian was taken aback, quickly recalling something, "Mom came back to attend Tingshen's wedding, right?"
Madam Liu did not answer, "Madam, please go ahead."
Gu Mian was directly taken to the hotel.
In the presidential suite, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face lay on a custom-made rocking chair, covered with a thin blanket.
Gu Mian stepped forward and politely greeted, "Mom, you're back."
Liu Qingyu coldly looked at her, "Madam Liu, slap her."
"Yes." Madam Liu stepped in front of Gu Mian, raised her hand, and delivered a slap.
"Smack!"
Gu Mian's head turned from the impact.
She covered her left cheek, turned her eyes back to Liu Qingyu, "Are you hitting me because of my divorce from Tingshen?"
"It seems you know where you went wrong," Liu Qingyu sneered. "Gu Mian, I don't ask much of you—just take good care of Tingshen, fulfill your duties as a wife, and you can sit in Madam Li's position."
