"Mom, who is this auntie?" Lu Xueqing asked, puzzled as she looked at the two people who were at odds.
Li Xiuyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Xueqing and asked, "Is this your daughter with Lu Zheng'an?"
Seeing Lu Xueqing standing tall and graceful, Li Xiuyan felt even more jealous. "Just like you, you're both vixens!"
"Hey, why are you swearing?" Lu Xueqing's expression changed immediately.
That auntie is so rude!
Your mouth is so foul on our first meeting!
Zhang Ailan said angrily, "Li Xiuyan, don't go too far! My daughter inherited my genes and is good-looking, so what? You're ugly and you're blaming others? Back then, Zheng'an didn't like you because you weren't good-looking, wasn't it?"
"You actually said I'm ugly?"
Li Xiuyan glared angrily, wishing she could grab Zhang Ailan's hair.
However, she held back, and then, as if remembering something, she suddenly sneered, "Why should I argue with a widow like you! Zheng'an died young, all because he married a jinx like you! He had no taste; if he had chosen me, he'd probably still be doing just fine!"
"You actually called me a jinx?" Zhang Ailan's face turned ugly, and she couldn't help but step forward. "Say it again and see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"
Lu Xueqing quickly pulled her back. She finally understood that this Li Xiuyan was actually her mother's love rival.
"Mom, never mind, let's go, I'll take you to see somewhere else!"
Lu Xueqing didn't want her mother to get into an argument, so she quickly tried to pull her away.
Li Xiuyan suddenly retorted sarcastically, "You guys aren't here to buy antiques, are you? I advise you to save your breath. The antiques in this shop cost at least tens of thousands of yuan, which is not something poor bastards like you can afford!"
Zhang Ailan was about to leave when she heard this and immediately flew into a rage. "Li Xiuyan, who the hell are you calling a poor bastard? Say it again and see what happens!"
Li Xiuyan glanced at her disdainfully, "You're still not convinced that I'm calling you a poor bastard? Look at all you're wearing, is there anything worth more than a thousand yuan? Your clothes, judging by the style, are several years old, right? You can't even afford a piece of clothing, and you still have the nerve to come and look at antiques?"
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