Just then, a memory flashed before Xiulan's mind.
"Cui Cheng…" She muttered.
"What?" Qiaoling was confused.
"Cui Cheng!"
"What do you mean?"
"I-I overheard grandfather talking about a man named Cui Cheng!"
"What about him?"
"H-his wife had just died. He's the CEO and founder of Cui Technologies. I heard he's looking for a new wife to take care of his children. Mother… you're really beautiful. He'll surely fall for you!"
"…"
"You've succeeded with father… I'm sure…"
Qiaoling slowly smirked.
"You have your own use after all." The door unlocked with a click and Xiulan slowly came out, trembling.
"I'll forgive you this time. But if you fail me again, you know what will happen, right?"
Xiulan nodded meekly.
"The next time you answer back…" Qiaoling grabbed Xiulan's face harshly with one hand, her long painted nails digging into the child's skin.
