The Su patriarch might be confused, but Qin Yinan was not.
In Qin Yinan's eyes, Si Mingjing was worse than a migrant worker girl from the countryside. At least those girls usually had a middle or high school diploma and a clean family history, unlike Si Mingjing, whose mother was a murderer.
Si Mingjing saw through Qin Yinan's thoughts. She possessed a strong sense of self-esteem and an innate pride. "Madam, one carves their own path. I might seem like an ant in your eyes now—so insignificant that a falling billboard could crush two of me—but the road ahead is long. I will achieve my own glory. By then, your sons, whom you esteem so highly, might not even catch my eye. Why would I prematurely shackle myself to this 'well' of the Su Family?"
"Ha!" Qin Yinan scoffed, rendered speechless. She had never encountered such a conceited and arrogant girl, and her fury gave way to a derisive laugh. "You dare to call the Su Family's home nothing more than a well?"
