Lu Lu put on a patronizing expression and said bluntly:
"What happened before, for my brother's sake, I'll let it go. I won't deliberately target you anymore in the future. As for my mom, I can't talk her into anything—you'll have to beg for her forgiveness yourself."
Qin Miaomiao curled her lips into a faint smile and replied:
"Beg for... her forgiveness? You seem to be mistaken about something. I don't need anyone's forgiveness. In this household, it's Lu Qing—my husband—who has the final say."
Lu Lu's temper flared uncontrollably, and she yelled sternly:
"Qin Miaomiao, don't push your luck! Do you really think my brother will always dote on you? He's just infatuated for now. When he moves on to someone else, you'll be the one crying! My mom and I are his real family. We share his blood—something that no one can sever. And you? What do you have? What makes you so shamelessly arrogant?"
