Wen Qiao saw Tang Ru close her mouth, set down the hat and mask she was holding on the bedside table, and pulled up a chair to sit beside the hospital bed, looking at her coldly, "My mom needs to rest quietly; are you leaving on your own or should I have someone escort you out?"
"Is that how you speak to your elders?"
"Elders? If there are no mirrors in your house, can't you at least take a look at yourself in a puddle? Get some self-awareness." Wen Qiao snorted disdainfully, "If you insist on considering yourself my elder, that's fine. Go ask Fu Jinghen if he wants a mistress as a mother-in-law. If he doesn't mind, neither do I."
Tang Ru abruptly stood up from her chair, pointing at her, "You..."
Seeing her hands trembling with anger, Wen Qiao looked away, took Jiang Lai's hand, and said calmly, "Aren't you leaving? Don't wait for me to call someone; it would be embarrassing. You said it yourself, my status is different now. I'd kindly advise you not to clash with me."
