Unfortunately, you're a contribution-type idiot, but I'm not stupid.
"You foul-mouthed girl, are you asking for a beating?"
Wang Lingxi was most infuriated whenever anyone brought up her marriage, especially after learning that her ex-husband had remarried. She shot to her feet and lunged at Su Qiao, intending to claw at her.
Mother Wang hurriedly pulled her back down onto the sofa.
Su Qiao leaned against the sofa armrest, arms folded across her chest, looking down at her from above.
"Honestly, what's wrong with your belly? Why is it so useless?"
"You've gotten pregnant countless times and aborted countless times, yet you still couldn't give birth to a son. If you'd managed to conceive a boy, you wouldn't still be shamelessly trying to get your hands on money from someone else's pocket, and your ex-husband wouldn't have married someone else."
"Actually, I have plenty of money, but... why should I give any of it to you?"
"I'm not Cen Yue, who could be blind enough to fall for your brother."
"He has no sense of responsibility, no ability, and no ambition. All he knows is how to scheme for shortcuts. He's twenty-five years old, yet he still only knows how to listen to Mom—a man-child and a mama's boy. How could someone like him ever be worthy of someone as outstanding and sharp-eyed as me?"
Su Qiao brushed back the hair beside her ear and cast Wang Zhiyao a haughty, rude glance.
"Is he even worthy of one more look from me?"
"And are any of you worthy of having me take out so much money to buy you a villa, open you a café, and support you in your old age?"
"Am I unable to get married? Or has water gotten into my brain?"
"If I were really that