Jiang Yingyue was surprised when she heard this woman's voice. Heard so much about her? Was it someone close to Han Qingshan since he had told her about herself?
Was she perhaps his lover? Girlfriend? Rumors had it that scions of prominent families got engaged to famous debutantes of society to further increase their family's standing? Could this be his fiance?
Without understanding why, the moment Jiang Yingyue thought about this, her heart felt stifled and uncomfortable, and her nose started itching. But she quickly fought back the feeling of dread and looked alarmed at the beautiful woman in front of her.
"I am, and who are you?" She asked tentatively. She had already reached her own conclusion, but she wanted to hear it from the woman herself. There was always a small hope that she had misunderstood.
Unfortunately, this woman was not willing to answer her questions; all she said was, "You do not deserve to know."
