Chapter 3: Disdain

"Chinese New Year is coming soon, and your grandmother keeps mentioning she wants to see you. I'm planning to take you over to visit her. Change into some better clothes; I will escort Yan Ci." Song Hanmei had already made up her mind to prevent the marriage between Ying Sisi and Qin Yanci. Without waiting for Qin Yanci to speak, she arranged everything for Ying Sisi with a hypocritical smile.

As soon as they stepped out the door, she revealed to Qin Yanci: "That girl Sisi was born to my husband and a local woman when he went down to the countryside. She hasn't studied a day in her life; she wouldn't even know a single stroke if she saw it on a shoulder pole, and she doesn't understand city etiquette.

Unlike Yuwei, who graduated from high school and has a decent job. Regarding the marriage with your family, it was originally intended for Yuwei. But Yuwei insisted that since Sisi suffered in the countryside as the elder sister, she should be prioritized when it comes to finding a good partner. What are your thoughts on this?"

Qin Yanci mocked her directly: "Is your family's daughter unable to marry? You're prioritizing my choice. In that case, let Sisi be the primary wife, and you can let this bitter stepmother's daughter be the concubine."

Song Hanmei's smile gradually vanished, replaced instantly by towering rage: "You—" The words "ungrateful" had not yet left her mouth.

She was interrupted by a voice.

"Yuwei's mother, who is this young man?" The neighbor's eyes were full of admiration.

"Hello, Ma'am. I am Sisi's fiancé, Qin Yanci. I have things to attend to, so I'll take my leave first. Please excuse me." Qin Yanci walked straight away.

The neighbor clicked her tongue and said, "Yuwei's mother, no wonder people say you are generous. You don't keep such a handsome and polite partner for your own daughter but give him to an outsider; you truly are a living Bodhisattva."

Song Hanmei clutched her chest, feeling so uncomfortable she could hardly breathe. Upon returning home, she took her anger out on Ying Sisi: "I told you to wash the clothes, and you only wash the shirts but not the pants. Who is supposed to clean up the bowls left soaking in the basin in the kitchen? You can't even handle small tasks, yet you're more eager than anyone to seduce men. You've only met him for the first time and you're already sitting right next to him. You're like a dung beetle clinging to a door pretending to be a decorative nail; look at yourself and see if you're even worthy..."

Ying Sisi was a child born of a lowly woman; the fact that she had agreed to let her enter the household was already a massive favor.

How dare she try to snatch her daughter's partner?

She would never allow the little slut born of a vixen to marry better than her daughter.

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she said sternly, "Carry these gifts and come with me to your grandmother's house to deliver them!"

Ying Sisi's eyes were red with grievance. Since coming to this house, she hadn't had a single moment of peace, and yet this woman was still dissatisfied with her. She truly wanted to rebel, but the thought of being a dependent made her swallow her tears. She replied with a slightly choked voice, "Okay."

Song Hanmei gave her a look of disdain; so weak and petty.

She really didn't know what the Qin boy's taste was like.

To dare suggest his primary wife be the daughter, she would make sure he wore a green hat before he even got married; let's see if he still wants Ying Sisi then.

Ying Sisi followed Song Hanmei to the Song residence, where she heard Li Yuwei's coquettish voice from afar

"Grandma, I want to spend the New Year with you this year~"

"How old are you now, still being so clingy."

As soon as Ying Sisi entered the door, she saw Li Yuwei clinging to Old Mrs. Song's arm, swaying it. She couldn't help but feel a sense of envy in her heart.

"Yuwei, why are you here?" Song Hanmei asked in surprise.

"Look at how you speak. Can't Yuwei come to my place?" Old Mrs. Song's face fell.

Startled, Song Hanmei hurriedly denied it: "I was just afraid her chattering would disturb your rest."

Mother Song gave a huff and sized Ying Sisi up with narrowed eyes: "Is this girl perhaps that Sisi?"

Ying Sisi greatly disliked Old Mrs. Song's gaze, as if she were an object waiting to be appraised, just waiting for someone to set a price and sell her.

"Yes, Sisi, greet your grandmother," Song Hanmei said.

(End of Chapter)