“How could Grandma dislike you?
She doesn’t even have enough time to love you,” Old Madam Moh sighed as she drank her tea, looking at Luo Hongying’s sensible demeanor.
“Ah, what a pity…”
“Don’t sigh, Grandma,” Luo Qiangwei said with a smile, “I’ll work hard with Shiche to give you a chubby great-grandson; then our home will be lively.”
“Don’t just talk the talk!” Old Madam Moh glanced at her and, after a moment’s thought, still added some beef to her plate.
“First, eat more and fatten yourself up—you’re too thin.
How can you give birth like this!”
Luo Qiangwei bent her lips into a sweet smile, “Yes, thank you, Grandma.”
As she listened to their dialogue, Luo Hongying was so angry she almost bit through her lip.
She looked up, only to meet Luo Qiangwei’s gaze.
Luo Qiangwei’s face remained smiling, and she kept smiling as she looked at her, but her eyes were as cold as ice knives.
It wasn’t arrogance or intimidation but a sort of hate that seemed to emanate from deep within their bones—as if an insurmountable blood feud lay between them.
Luo Hongying was inexplicably shaken by her gaze, breaking out into a cold sweat, but then a cold laugh bubbled up within her.
What reason did Luo Qiangwei have to hate her?
Besides, what was so fearsome about Luo Qiangwei’s hate?
What could she possibly do?
She had just learned to sweeten her mouth a little, no big deal.
Luo Hongying slightly tilted her head back, returning her gaze defiantly—
Luo Qiangwei’s expression was calm, her fork and knife cutting into the beef as if it were Luo Hongying herself.
She cut slowly yet firmly, without haste, knowing the most excruciating pain is felt when bone is grated by a dull knife.
Take it slow; everything is just beginning.
……
After breakfast, the hotel staff informed them it was safe to go skiing today.
This was Switzerland’s most high-end hotel, nestled against a giant snow mountain, with the most famous ski slopes right outside.
Wearing a knitted ski hat, Luo Qiangwei stepped out and saw Old Madam Moh sitting elegantly in the safety resting area, while Luo Hongying stood next to her, dutifully holding hot milk and occasionally bending down to talk to her with a smile.
Tsk tsk.
Constantly fawning over her wasn’t exhausting?
Moreover, she really failed to see any genuine affection from Luo Hongying towards Old Madam Moh—was it all truly worth it just for Moh Shiche?
On second thought, who could say for sure?
It was all just a dream…
thankfully, her dream shattered completely, and she had awakened.
Luo Qiangwei couldn’t be bothered to meddle further.
Recalling how she spent her last trip to Switzerland angry and without truly enjoying the skiing, such beautiful snow scenery, indeed, it was a huge loss.
She vowed to ski to her heart’s content and make up for it!
Just as she was about to get herself ready for an exhilarating ski session, Luo Hongying suddenly looked in her direction, waving and calling with a smile, “Shiche, this way!”
Before Luo Qiangwei could turn around, the tall and handsome man had already skied up to her.
Moh Shiche was dressed in a dark blue ski suit, 188cm tall, with a broad chest and narrow hips, his long legs encased in ski boots.
His physique was so proportionally perfect it was faultless.
Well, his looks were indeed top-notch, for if even handsomeness was absent, how blind she must have been in her past life.
The man gazed down at her, his brows furrowing slightly as he noticed her glance swiftly averting, “Standing here waiting for me like a fool, huh?”