Would Song Xiangqiao be afraid of the President’s wife? Song Xiangqiao would rather kill the President’s wife than fear her!
Xiao Hua had been harmed by Song Xiangqiao more than once; she was extremely cautious around her.
"Really? Should we try?"
"Just to see if Song Xiangqiao has the guts to lay a finger on you, the President’s wife."
Wen Nian’s eyes slightly darkened, devoid of any hint of jest.
Xiao Hua let out a light sigh and asked,
"What should be done? I just want Xiaocao to be safe."
"These siblings’ lives have already been miserable enough, and in front of Xiao Hua’s grave I promised her I’d take good care of Tang Xiaocao. I’d let him study and let him grow up healthy."
"The reason I left him at that private boarding school instead of keeping him close to me was precisely because I didn’t want to drag him into my circle."
What I feared most was that Xiaocao would get hurt due to my complex social interactions in Anlin.
Still, he did not manage to escape.
"Is Xiaocao’s life more important, or is Song Xiangqiao’s life more important?"
"Of course, Xiaocao’s life is more important!"
"Do you think Song Xiangqiao thinks the same way?"
"People from Xilin will go find Xiaocao, but here... I believe with your current skills, Lili, stealing a Song Xiangqiao shouldn’t be too hard, right?"
Xiao Hua looked at Wen Nian; he appeared relaxed, as if this wasn’t a big deal at all.
Stealing a Song Xiangqiao...
Xiao Hua stood on the roof of the Vice President Zhuo Ting’s mansion.
She really hadn’t expected Wen Nian to come up with such an idea... talking about using others’ methods against them, it sounded good in theory...
But why didn’t he do the stealing himself?
Xiao Hua lay low on the rooftop, spreading out the Vice President’s mansion’s blueprint she had brought along.
The master bedroom should be...
She gauged the distance, ran a few steps forward along the roof, and stopped in front of a skylight which directly overlooked the master bedroom.
She peeked her head in for a glimpse and then quickly pulled back.
It gave her quite the fright.
The couple was engaged in intimate activities, and it seemed inappropriate for her to interrupt them now.
Squatting by the skylight, she could faintly hear the sounds coming from the room.
She stared ahead, and regarding the current Song Xiangqiao... she could only send her the words "You reap what you sow."
A fifty-year-old man, sharing her bed every night. The relationship between them seemed like mere mutual exploitation.
She remembered many years ago when Lerong first brought Song Xiangqiao to her house.
Song Xiangqiao, three years younger, was charming and appealing. Wherever she went, people would compliment her beauty, likening her to a fairy.
When she first came to her house, she sweetly called her "sister," pretending to be as adorable as possible.
But she couldn’t bring herself to feel any fondness for this sudden new "sister" in her family.
Undeterred, Song Xiangqiao always tried hard to please her.
There was even a time when her heart had softened, and she had begun to consider what it would be like to live with this sister for the rest of her life...
It was just too coincidental, just as she was nearly ready to accept Lerong and her daughter, she overheard their conversation crystal clear.
"You call her sister, but you must always remember, she is not your real sister and she will never see you as a real sister. Xiaoqiao, she is your enemy; she is the biggest enemy of your life."