"Hahaha! Are you kidding me, lady? My future mother-in-law is the richest woman in Rossie City! She's elegant and has been living abroad for years! She hasn't been back in the last three years! Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who would believe whatever you say?"
"Besides, you look like you're only in your thirties. How could you have a son in his twenties? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable! With such low intelligence, how do you think you can fool people?"
The mall entrance was so crowded there was no room to move.
I was surrounded by Chelsea's group of friends, unable to get in or out, suddenly becoming the center of attention.
"You shameless woman! Out of all the things you could do, you chose to be a mistress. You're inherently low-class, and you have the nerve to compare yourself to my mother-in-law!"
"If you're not the mistress, why would my husband text you in the middle of the night, saying you're always the most important woman in his life?"
The day before the registration, I congratulated my son on finding his life partner, and he emotionally expressed his feelings to me. Is that a crime?