No matter how fragile Yuan Shuangrui was and how much she cried, Han Mubai would not give in.
People like them shouldered the responsibility of their households. They could not make a single mistake in every step they took.
He shook his head. "Yuan Shuangrui, Miss Yuan, your heart is too ruthless. As a woman, you resorted to unscrupulous means to achieve your goal. This is not your strength, this is your weakness. Our Han family is unlike your Yuan family, where you have to resort to such means to fight for that position. The matriarch of the Han family has to be dignified and magnanimous and tolerant of all things, while you are not. You are not suitable for such a position."
Saying that she was not suitable made Yuan Shuangrui slump on the floor weakly. Her face turned pale and purplish-green.
She schemed for so long just to become the Young Madam of the Han family, but now, Han Mubai had already sealed her fate.
