Xiu Yingying had been scheming for three whole years to marry Mr. Mog. At this moment, how could she be willing to give up?
She didn't want to give up, and she couldn't afford to give up!
What was the point of life if she couldn't marry Mr. Mog?
Xiu Jiao sighed and held Xiu Yingying's hand, saying, "Now that Qishen and Yangyang are already set in stone, you might as well stop obsessing over things that aren't meant to be."
Though she did feel sorry for her niece Xiu Yingying, in this matter, she was powerless to help.
"Auntie!" Xiu Yingying continued, "Tell me, apart from being a little prettier, what does Ni Yang have that makes her worthy of Mr. Mog? Besides, I don't think I look any less stunning than her! Please help me, Auntie. With your help, I'll surely succeed with half the effort!"
From the very beginning, Xiu Yingying had never thought much of Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was just a small-time noodle vendor...
