"After all, compared to you, you are the legitimate young lady of the household, and I'm just a shady lover. Killing me would be simpler than squashing an ant."
As Han Xintong spoke, she began to sob, "Qiao An, I'm sure you feel it too, Jingxi's feelings for you have diminished. But you still have your child, I know, I understand. That's why I've never asked him to confront you. I've been with him, bearing the risk of being scorned and rejected by the world, and it's been a lot of pressure on me. The messages I've been sending you are just me being lonely in that villa, overthinking. Every time I think he's not with me but occupied by you, I get jealous…"
Qiao An remained silent, letting her continue speaking.
Jiang Xun, who was standing by, couldn't bear to listen any longer. He stepped forward to stop her from spouting nonsense but was halted by Qiao An raising her hand.
She shook her head slightly, signaling him not to say anything.
