Seeing her sister's sad look, Jiang Xuewei couldn't bear it anymore. She stood up from her seat with a roar. Jiang Xuewei looked at Guan Qiyou angrily, "You're going too far. What did my sister do wrong? You want to target her like this?"
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"Xuewei..." Jiang Yumei hurriedly stopped her, shaking her head at Xuewei.
"Sister, you didn't do anything wrong, why did he target you again and again? Just because he is the eldest young master of the Guan family, can he do whatever he wants?" Xuewei felt very distressed when her sister was wronged.
Jiang Yumei just married into the Guan family. Could it be that just because she became Guan Qiyou's stepmother in name, she would have to endure his repeated insults?
Before she finished speaking, a cold light shot towards Jiang Xuewei, carrying scrutiny, suspicion, and even danger, as if it could penetrate her in just one second.
"Haha, Miss Jiang married into our Guan family very thoroughly! She even brought a small follower with her." Guan Qiyou's voice was elegant and sexy, but full of frivolity and disdain.
"You..." The inexplicable insult was hard for Xuewei to accept. She glared at Guan Qiyou, clenched her little hands into fists at her sides, and her breathing was slightly rapid.
Her reaction made Guan Qiyou very happy. He chuckled and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if provoking, bohemian and uninhibited.
"What, little follower, why are you staring at me?"
"Shut up..." The scolding suddenly sounded, and Guan Zhiyao glared at Guan Qiyou across the table with dissatisfaction, "You...you shut up. Xuewei is Yu Mei's sister, and I invited her to live there.
You came in to accompany Yu Mei. You have no right to be rude to her."
"Oh? My father invited me? OK, then I won't comment. However, father, may I remind you that this villa is your mother's dowry. Will you forget it?"
Guan Qiyou sneered, his eyes were like sharp arrows quenched with poison, and his voice was as cold as Satan in hell, fierce without any warmth, pointing directly at Jiang Yumei, wishing he could stab her to death with an arrow before he could be happy.
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Although Guan Qiyou didn't say it explicitly, Jiang Yumei could hear the underlying meaning behind his words.
He reminded her all the time that this was his mother's house, and letting her live here was the greatest favor.
Jiang Yumei felt a chill running through her body, almost numbing her body.
Even for one more second, she couldn't bear it anymore. She was now the laughing stock in people's eyes.
Tears welled up uncontrollably. She held them back, tried her best to suppress her cries, turned around and ran quickly upstairs.
"Yumei, Yumei..."
"Sister..." Xuewei glared at Guan Qiyou fiercely, then quickly followed her sister's footsteps and chased upstairs.
"You...you...yes, this villa is your mother's dowry, but I'm not dead yet, and the Guan family and all the assets are not yours yet, so I can't help you being so domineering."
Seeing that his wife had been wronged, Guan Zhiyao was heartbroken and angry, and his whole face turned red.
"That's right, I have no rights. If I had rights, they would never have the chance to step into the Guan family."
After coldly saying something, like a declaration to Guan Zhiyao, Guan Qiyou strode out of the restaurant without looking back.
"You..." Guan Zhiyao pointed his trembling fingers at Guan Qiyou's back, choked out a breath, frowned, and covered his chest with his hands in pain.
"Oh, Master... Master... What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Chen ran two steps quickly, supported Guan Zhiyao, and shouted in shock.