When I received the call from the manor, saying that Gu Jiayin intended to fire everyone there and burn all the belongings of the Qin Family left behind, Ye Zhilin immediately cursed through gritted teeth.
"That wretch, why won't the heavens take her?!" Ye Zhilin gripped the wheelchair armrest, wishing she could chew up Gu Jiayin and swallow her whole to relieve her anger.
Qin Yishu did not speak, yet her fists were clenched tightly. She sat beside Ye Zhilin, pursing her lips, her eyes surging with a sinister and sharp light.
Gu Jiayin stole her man and her rightful glory.
From a young age, she dreamed of crushing Gu Jiayin underfoot, but today she was left so humiliated, her cherished man lost, and her dazzling identity as a noble daughter dimmed like dust.
Why could Gu Jiayin live so well while she had to be so miserable?
She was unwilling, very unwilling.
But she dared not be arrogant anymore, especially in front of Qin Yiheng.
