Madam Xue had a pair of very fair, delicate legs. She used to love wearing short skirts that showed off her best features to everyone.
Ever since Chi Xiaoyu stabbed them a few times, leaving several horrifying scars, she never dared to wear short skirts again.
Now, looking at her unsightly legs, she hated Chi Xiaoyu to the extreme.
"Don't worry, Stepmom, I remember all the kindness you showed me! If it weren't for Stepmom's cleverly spiked medicine, there's no way I could've gotten pregnant with the President's heir or married him. So, Stepmom's grudge and hatred—I will definitely avenge them. I'll make sure that woman and those little bastards die miserably. The son I bear is the true presidential heir!" Xue Mei laughed hysterically.
Madam Xue, hearing this, merely let out a cold snort.
Now that Xue Mei was marrying Yeh Cangqiong, she should have more opportunities to get close to him.
Scheming like this lightened her mood a little.
