Ni Moqiang's eyes flickered. Standing at the door, she casually closed the door and looked back at the middle - aged woman without saying a word. Seeing that Ni Moqiang looked a bit flustered, the middle - aged woman became bolder. She flicked the cigarette in her hand, and the grayish - white ash fell from the cigarette end without hesitation, landing on the cashmere wool carpet. She curled her lips in disdain and sneered, "Hmph! I didn't expect that our young lady actually fooled around outside until dawn and just got home! Tsk tsk. Dressed like this, I wonder how many men became your subordinates last night?" She squinted her eyes mockingly, and her fake smile made Ni Moqiang feel disgusted.
Ni Moqiang's face turned cold. She secretly clenched her fists, and the anger surging in her heart almost made her clear, water - like eyes burn. She gritted her teeth, raised her chin, and gave the middle - aged woman a faint sneer. She enunciated clearly, "Oh? You don't need to worry about what I have done or haven't done, Stepmother. If you have the time, you'd better spend more time on your precious face. If worrying about me makes you get a few more wrinkles, then it would be my fault."
"You—" The middle - aged woman suddenly sat up straight. Her heavily - lined peach - blossom eyes glared fiercely at her. In a fit of anger, she threw the cigarette in her hand. The burning cigarette butt landed on the wool carpet, and the spark ignited the high - end carpet. Immediately, a wisp of smoke rose, carrying the smell of burning, and filled the room along with the tense atmosphere.
Ni Moqiang gave her a sidelong glance, placed the handbag in the entrance hallway, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked back at her fearlessly. The middle - aged woman's face turned pale with anger. Looking at Ni Moqiang's indifferent expression, she was so angry that she itched with hatred. Her eyes rolled, and she pointed at Ni Moqiang and shrieked, "Ah! What's this? A hickey?"
Ni Moqiang was startled. Her body suddenly stiffened. She felt all the blood in her body rush to her face. Subconsciously, she covered her neck with her hand, and her face turned bright red.
"So you really were fooling around with some wild man outside. Humph! How can you be worthy of Yongwei like this?" The middle - aged woman looked furious. Her distorted face no longer showed the originally deliberately painted delicate beauty, leaving only the terrifying flames of anger.
Ni Moqiang pursed her lips tightly. Her big eyes still stared at the woman without blinking, but there were already tears welling up in her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she forced the words out from between her teeth one by one. "My affairs are none of your business. You have no right to ask about my relationship with Yongwei either, Stepmother!" She emphasized the tone, and the word "Stepmother" was almost gritted out.
The middle - aged woman was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe that Ni Moqiang would talk to her like this. It took her a while to react, and then she opened her mouth and started wailing and shouting.
"Ah! My life is so miserable. Why haven't Yongwei and I had a single good day since we came to your Ni family? It's all because of you. You killed Yongwei! If it weren't for you, Yongwei wouldn't have died! Woo—woo—" She accused Ni Moqiang of being heartless and cruel with snot and tears, but she didn't realize at all that her heart was being torn apart again and again by those accusing words.
Ni Moqiang's face turned deathly pale. She felt an intense pain in her heart, as if countless nails were being driven into her heart one by one by an invisible big hand. The pain almost made her unable to stand. The surging guilt and pain came crashing down on her like wave after wave of the tide. Closing her eyes, she held back her tears, took a deep breath, and gritted her teeth, saying, "If you want to cry, then cry slowly. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to accompany you." Ni Moqiang picked up her bag, changed into slippers, and walked straight into the room.