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But speaking of it, she’s been getting very close to Qiao Yin lately. The purpose is to learn more about Qiao Mo from Qiao Yin.

She heard from Qiao Yin that Qiao Mo has quite a bad temper, not likable at all.

Originally, she was unwilling to accept that such a woman with a lousy temper could stay by Fu Nancheng’s side for so long. But unexpectedly, heaven is so favoring her, giving her a chance so quickly!

Chen Shiqing turned her head and took a set of black suits from the shelf, with a bit of a business style, yet still feminine.

"Nancheng... how about this set?"

"Not bad."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shiqing bead with joy, eagerly turning around and walking back to the fitting room to try on the suit.

Qiao Mo stood by, gritting her teeth in anger. Not bad? How is it not bad? Such a dark color is so dull...

At this mont, Qiao Yin stepped forward, stopping at Qiao Mo’s side, and spoke softly: "It’s not like I’m trying to lecture you, but with a temper like yours, it’s impossible for any man to like you. Look, Mr. Fu will lose patience with you soon enough."

Qiao Mo cast her a cold glance: "You always have to ddle in other people’s business just like you always have."

"Humph! Let’s see how long you can keep up your bravado. In less than half a month, it will be the engagent banquet of Mr. Fu and Shi Qing. By that ti, I wonder what face you will have left to stay by Mr. Fu’s side."

Qiao Yin paused and continued: "Or is it because you are an illegitimate child, you want your descendants to be just like you, eternally bearing the na of an illegitimate child, receiving scorn."

"If you have the ability to lecture , why don’t you think about yourself first? If you’re so capable, win him over first before lecturing , and let see how capable you really are." Qiao Mo’s face grew colder.

She really couldn’t understand what she had done to make Qiao Yin hate her so much...

She’d rather side with an outsider like Chen Shiqing than see her well.

There was a touch of lancholy in Qiao Mo’s heart; she always thought that, no matter what, after all, there was still so blood connection between them.

After being repeatedly retorted by Qiao Mo, Qiao Yin’s face was also sowhat unsightly.

But very quickly, she changed her tone: "No matter what, we are sisters. As your sister, naturally, I also hope you can be with Mr. Fu for a long ti. But speaking of it, you being able to be with Mr. Fu now is all thanks to my efforts."

Qiao Mo was stunned, never expecting her to say such shaless words.

Efforts?

So, drugging her back then was considered an effort?

Why didn’t she ntion all the injuries she suffered and all the hardships?

Why didn’t she think about how painful it was when she was unknowingly forced to sleep with a man back then?

"You also know the current situation at ho; life is getting harder day by day. Mom was sick a couple of days ago, and the hospitalization cost quite a bit of money. Xiao Mo, look, you’re living so well now... isn’t it about ti?" Qiao Yin’s implication was clear.

She wants money.

Yes, it’s about money!

Although she has so support from her maternal family, it is always said that a married daughter is like spilled water. Moreover, the little money her mother got from her grandfather is coveted by the whole big family.

Plus, with various expenses to maintain, what trickles down to her is pitifully little!

If not for getting closer to Chen Shiqing recently, who is relatively generous to her, she really doesn’t know how she’d get by these days.

"Fifty million, not much for you." Qiao Yin stretched out her fingers and spoke softly.

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