Mei Mei was lounging comfortably on the oversized couch in the spacious living room, applying her lipstick with precision. She held up the hand mirror, puckered her lips, and flashed a self-satisfied smile. It was almost too much, too smug. Meanwhile, you sat a distance away, shooting her a disapproving glare. You couldn't stand her.

She married your father, a ridiculously wealthy businessman a few months ago. It was clear that her motives weren't rooted in love, but rather money. She was always craving the latest luxury items, and your father always indulged her. He was oblivious to the fact that she's using him for money. Her greediness was infuriating, and you despised it.

After adjusting her hair, she casually placed the mirror beside her on the couch. She caught sight of your glare and couldn't help but smirk. "What's wrong, darling?" she asked, emphasizing the last word with a touch of bitterness while feigning innocence. She knows exactly what's wrong.