Chapter 4: The Young Lady of Chinese and Western Culture

Guan Wanjiao said that she would take An Cui to customize a cheongsam in the evening, but when the evening came, she just invited the tailor to come over and measure An Cui's size directly at home. Just after the measurements were taken, several people came into the villa.

"Hey, second sister-in-law, are you home? We heard that eldest brother's daughter came back today, right?"

"We have to take a good look. If we don't take a good look now, we might just find a half-human, half-ghost-like figure when we look at it again in two days."

"That's right, my second sister-in-law is also very capable. She found the person she wanted to find after so many years."

"How else can we talk about the power of a mother's love?"

"What maternal love? Second sister-in-law only has this one daughter in her life. She has to rely on her for the rest of her life. How can she watch her future dependence being destroyed? It's her bad luck to have such a mother-in-law. Fortunately, we are not her biological children, otherwise we might be unlucky too."

The three women were talking to each other in a manner of laughing and making meaningful remarks. Under Tang Bo's servile and fawning smiles, they walked into the living room with all kinds of sarcasm. When they saw An Cui standing in the middle of the living room, they paused and the expressions on their faces also paused.

Guan Wanjiao and Feng Xueyue, who were upstairs, obviously heard what they said and stood on the stairs with grim expressions.

An Cui hugged her elbows and looked at the visitors critically. The three middle-aged women looked completely different but also somewhat similar. They were dressed like noble ladies. The most similar thing was that they all had the same acrimony and slightly jealous resentful look on their faces. They called Guan Wanjiao the second sister-in-law and An Cui's father the eldest brother. They should be the three illegitimate daughters of the Feng family. Each of them had a different mother. Like her father, none of them were born by the current old lady of the Feng family.

The old lady of the Feng family is also a ruthless person. After marrying such a husband, she simply cheated on him and gave birth to a son who has nothing to do with the Feng family. Except for the male protagonist Feng Xuezun, who knows that his father is his grandmother's illegitimate son, no one else knows about this.

"Second sister-in-law, this, this girl couldn't be Xueqing?" asked Feng Bixia, the eldest aunt in a green tweed skirt, with her eyes wide open.

"It's me." Without waiting for Guan Wanjiao to speak, An Cui spoke lightly.

"Oh, with that accent, did you grow up in England? You're so pretty, much prettier than Xueyue." Feng Haihui, wearing a red shawl, walked forward with a smile, took An Cui's hand affectionately, and looked at her.

Feng Xueyue's face suddenly turned ugly. She glanced at An Cui's face and secretly clenched her joints.

"Second sister-in-law, what you did is not moral. How could you bear to push such a beautiful girl out to be a shield for Xueyue? A motherless child is really craving for grass." Third Aunt Feng Hongye also spoke up.

The three women were obviously here to cause trouble. Guan Wanjiao looked unhappy. She saw An Cui squinting at her and felt guilty. She hated the three of them even more and said in a very rude tone, "What nonsense are you talking about? You are still so outspoken after so many years. You like to talk nonsense and don't know how to treat your family well. You are really like water spilled once you marry off!"

The three people's faces changed when they listened to Guan Wanjiao's meaningful words. They were illegitimate daughters, and the reason they could live well under the old woman and marry into a wealthy family was because the old woman needed to use them for marriage and pave the way for her son. But this did not mean that they had the capital to threaten her. On the contrary, they could enjoy life in their husband's family because they were still of some use to the old woman. If they were abandoned by the old woman, they would be brought down by their husband's lover outside at any time.

At the moment, she did not dare to say too much to provoke Guan Wanjiao's anger and make her report to the old woman. Although she was not liked by the old woman either, she was better than them after all because she gave birth to a daughter who was very useful to the old woman.

"Haha, sister-in-law, why are you so angry? We are just joking around because we have nothing to do. As the young lady of the Feng family, you can't be so tolerant?" Feng Hongye is very good at taking advantage of people's hearts. She thought that Guan Wanjiao didn't have much time to deal with them, so she stepped on Guan Wanjiao's weak spot. But no other young lady of a wealthy family is as frustrated as Guan Wanjiao. Rather than being Feng Zhenghui's wife, she is more like Feng Zhenghui's reproductive tool.

Guan Wanjiao's face became even uglier.

"Oh, our appointment with the beauty salon is almost up, it's time to go. Qingqing, if you are still able to go out in the next few days, remember to ask your aunts to go shopping together." Feng Bixia said with a smile, and walked away with the two sisters with their heads held high in a proud manner.

There was a moment of quietness in the living room, as if before a storm.

Feng Xueyue kept stroking Guan Wanjiao's back to calm her down. From time to time, she looked at An Cui who was walking leisurely below with an unpleasant expression, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, what should we do? She must have suspected something. Will she run away?"

This is exactly what Guan Wanjiao was worried about. It's all because of those three bitches!

"Perhaps you can give me an explanation?" An Cui walked to the middle of the living room, poured a glass of water, and asked slowly while swaying under the light without drinking it. The heroine of the original novel also experienced such a scene, but she was coaxed into revealing it in a few words.

An Cui's performance was too calm, and she seemed unfathomable. Guan Wanjiao was disturbed and immediately scolded her harshly, "Cai Xin, go upstairs and help Miss Qing clean up the room! Tang Bo, send Miss Qing back to her room to rest. The weather has been bad recently, so it's better for Miss Qing to stay in the room to avoid hurting your delicate skin!"

Everyone in the room except An Cui was immediately pleased. Tang Caixin, who was hiding in the kitchen eating the host's cake, immediately put down the half-eaten cake, showed an undisguised malicious smile, and ran upstairs. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. I'll see you look down on others again! This is called the turn of events!

An Cui stared at Guan Wanjiao, and when Tang Bo approached, she suddenly splashed the water in her hand at him, scolding him harshly, "Don't even think about touching me with your dirty hands, you ugly thing."

"Ah! Fuck your mother, you little bitch!" Tang Bo was a distant relative that Guan Wanjiao brought into the Feng family after she finally married into the family. He had little manners to begin with, and he started cursing after being splashed in the face. He had been tolerating An Cui for a long time, and he wanted to attack her immediately, but An Cui suddenly pulled out her long-stemmed cigarette holder with intricate golden patterns, which looked like a baton, from her sleeve and pointed it at the tip of his nose. He was startled, thinking that An Cui had taken out something to attack him, and he subconsciously turned to the side, stepped on the water stain, and almost slipped.

"Old Tang!" Li Yi hurried over to help him. When he saw clearly that An Cui was holding a beautiful little stick, he immediately screamed, "Are you sick?"

It has been many years since anyone dared to be so rude to her. An Cui's fingers moved slightly, but in the end she did nothing. She just retracted her hand and spun the cigarette holder leisurely, her expression still arrogant: "If you don't want your hands and mouth to rot, you'd better take care of your hands and mouth, you ugly thing." Looking at Guan Wanjiao, "Let me guess, you are ready to tear your face off and want to imprison me, right, madam?"