Seeing Su Qiao, tall and slender in a crisp suit, looking capable and full of energy, she immediately abandoned the reporters and walked over to Su Qiao.
With her chest thrust out and chin raised, she wore a haughty, contemptuous smile on her bright red lips. "Su Qiao, I told you—I'll trample you under my feet."
"Your mother couldn't beat my mother, and you'll never beat me either. You're only fit to be like your illiterate mother, pushing a little cart to set up a roadside stall all your life, eating the cheapest street food and wearing the cheapest market clothes."
"Once today is over, everyone will hate you like a filthy bug in a stinking ditch. You'll be nothing but a rat crossing the street, hiding forever in some dark corner, envying me and resenting me."
Su Qiao hadn't wanted to waste words on this fool, but the wretched woman had brought up her original host's mother again.
That irritated her.
Su Qiao sneered coldly and stared disdainfully at Yu Aiwei. "Heh. Envy you?"
"Envy your unbelievably stupid brain? Or envy your filthy body and filthy heart?"
"My mother may not be well educated, but she's nothing like your mother, who shamelessly stole another woman's man. She could have lived as a proper heiress, yet she insisted on becoming a disreputable mistress and even gave birth to a shameless illegitimate daughter like you."
Furious, Yu Aiwei gritted her teeth. She turned to glance at the fans and reporters below the steps, then put on an elegant, gentle smile.
"Go ahead, curse me. Soon, you'll only be able to curse at the white walls of your prison cell."
Su Qiao coldly curled her lips at her retreating back. "I'll return those words to you."
"I hope you won't regret the