"I'm sorry, maybe, I shouldn't have come today and disturbed you," Han Ruixin said, turning to leave.
"Wait a minute!" The Old Lady suddenly waved her hand, and the hand warmer embroidered with the Chinese characters for 'fortune' and 'longevity' rolled to Han Ruixin's feet with a thud. "Remember, young girl, never overestimate your own abilities."
Only then did Han Ruixin realize that from the beginning, Old Lady Sheng had merely been perfunctorily dealing with her; in the Old Lady's eyes, anyone with the last name Han was an unwelcome presence.
With clenched fists, she walked out of the Sheng Mansion, her mind repeating a single thought over and over, Old hag, Ye Shu, you just wait!
After the birthday banquet had ended, the Old Madam took a stroll down the shady path of the Old Mansion, supported by the old maid, Nanny Chen.
