Perhaps angered by Gu Qianqian's attitude, Gu Sitian finally lost control again.
But as soon as her slightly humiliating words, "country bumpkin," left her mouth, it wasn't just Gu Baichuan—elder Mrs. Gu's expression changed drastically too.
"Si Tian, shut your mouth right now!"
"Grandpa, you're favoring her again…"
"There's no choice. You're all prestigious young mistresses, unlike me—a mere country bumpkin who has to rely on dad for protection."
With those words, Gu Qianqian's icy gaze narrowed, and then her voice grew sharp: "But even if I am a country bumpkin, you still need to call me Miss Gu Sitian."
"..."
Infuriated, but Gu Sitian had no retort to this.
The hierarchy was set; no matter what she gained over Gu Qianqian, just that title of "Miss Gu Sitian" was enough to utterly defeat her.
Unwilling to accept it, she gritted her teeth in frustration: "If you're doubting me, then I'll doubt you too. So why don't we both prove ourselves?"
