From the moment Fu Lingfeng brought that woman here, this place had ceased to be her home.
"Mom, I can give you respect," she inhaled deeply, striving to calm her emotions, "but before you demand respect, please reflect on whether you are indeed worthy of it!"
She could endure any humiliation, but she would never tolerate Xia Molan insulting her family.
That was her bottom line, untouchable by anyone.
"Gu Nanqiao, shut your mouth!" Fu Lingfeng's voice rose just in time, sharp as ice, chilling her to the bone, "Who allowed you to speak to Mom like that?"
Gu Nanqiao turned to look at him.
She observed the indifference and anger on his face, her gaze calm, not even a ripple stirred.
She had grown utterly disillusioned with this husband, this mother-in-law; she couldn't care less at this point.
"Mom?" Gu Nanqiao's thin lips curled up in a derisive smile, "That's your mom, not mine."
Having said that, she turned and headed straight back to the bedroom.
