Zhao Sulan muttered angrily under her breath, "This ungrateful girl, don’t you know Zhao Qingya is your mother’s mortal enemy?"
Even now, Zhao Sulan couldn’t accept Meng Chuyue’s hatred towards her. Although she had schemed against Meng Chuyue on Lin Fangwei’s behalf, the plot hadn’t succeeded and at the time, she hadn’t known Meng Chuyue was her biological daughter, right?
She had simply targeted the wrong person. The one she truly loved was her own flesh and blood. Meng Chuyue, being so smart, how could she not realize that? What reason did she have to resent her?
Zhao Sulan felt Meng Chuyue’s resentment was unreasonable.
She thought that perhaps it was because she disdained her bad reputation.
That’s why she wasn’t very confident in reasoning with Meng Chuyue.
Now seeing that Meng Chuyue was willing to recognize Zhao Qingya, who actually had a worse reputation than hers...
Her mentality collapsed instantly.
She concluded that Han Zheng and Meng Chuyue must have been deceived by Zhao Qingya.
True, besides a few people in the Zhao Family, outsiders believed that Zhao Qingya had disfigured herself and hidden herself away in a different place.
She had always hated Zhao Qingya for ruining her and Han Zheng’s relationship in the past, and now her rage intensified. Without delay, she decided to unveil the fact that Zhao Qingya had once been abducted to Locust Tree Gully.
Saying it outright, surely no one would believe it.
She decided to have someone inform that man from Locust Tree Gully about Zhao Qingya.
She believed they would definitely come looking.
What Zhao Sulan didn’t know was that Zhao Qingya had killed that man the second year after she had escaped.
However, once the message was delivered, the other party was intrigued.
Though that man was dead, he had a brother who looked very much like him.
A brother who also didn’t have a wife.
After not seeing each other for over a decade, the brother impersonating the other to get some money would surely be successful.
Indeed, they knew, even if their eldest brother had been alive, Zhao Qingya would not return.
Not only would she not return, but there’s also a good chance she would expose them.
There had been several such incidents in their village and the nearby ones.
Those who tried to gain both money and people ended up with nothing.
In contrast, those who took some money and knew when to stop, eventually lived good lives.
After discussing it together as a family, the impersonating brother, Hong Erzhu, along with Father Hong and Mrs. Hong, took out a loan and headed straight for the Imperial.
They were resolved not to give up until they claimed a substantial sum, determined enough to take out a high-interest loan.
Zhao Sulan gave them a precise address,
including West Cross Court where Han Zheng let Zhao Qingya stay, including Medicinal Food Hall.
Zhao Qingya had injured her face in Locust Tree Gully when she was abducted. Although much older now, her fair skin and elegant dress made her immediately recognizable to them.
Of course, they didn’t dare to enter the Medicinal Food Hall to find her.
They didn’t even dare spend money there.
They secretly watched for two days, eventually waiting at the entrance of West Cross Court.
That evening, just after seven o’clock, Zhao Qingya arrived by car at the entrance of West Cross Court. As soon as she got out, the three members of the Hong family approached her.
Zhao Qingya, being a very astute person, recognized the three immediately and knew their purpose.
Though she was unsure who had maliciously directed them here, she was not intimidated.
She called out the three’s names crisply, "Hong Erzhu, Hong Shangen, Xu Wenxiang, you’re here to extort money from me, aren’t you? And you want Hong Erzhu to impersonate Hong Dazhu, right?"
Don’t ask how Zhao Qingya knew at a glance that Hong Erzhu wanted to impersonate, it was because Hong Dazhu had an ugly large black mole by his nose.
Hong Dazhu was already dead.
This man could only be Hong Erzhu – the fake black mole near his nose, what else could it be for if not a shoddy impersonation?
Hong Erzhu couldn’t help but blush, thinking the mole must not have been painted realistically enough.
But it didn’t matter, they were here to get money, not to talk about their feelings.
He gave Old Mrs. Hong a look, motioning for her to speak.