How terrifying can a woman’s jealousy be?
She can go mad, lose herself, and want to destroy...
Shen Weiyi’s smile stiffened montarily.
She averted her gaze, letting it settle on the bright neon lights not far away, and said lightly, "Don’t stand in the bright, warm sunlight and tell those in the dark night ’I’m not afraid of the dark.’ You haven’t lived my life, so you have no right to lecture ."
She was the servant’s woman, while Ji Wanxia was a wealthy young lady.
From the mont she could understand those complex glances, she knew that true equality never existed in this society.
So are born with a silver spoon, while others are dood to be inferior from the womb.
You might say, this is modern society, no matter what job it is, everyone is equal, no matter if your parents are street sweepers or national leaders.
But, reality isn’t truly like that...
"Your life is stolen, why should I experience it?" Wanxia closed in step by step, sneering as she asked, "Shen Weiyi, don’t you find yourself terrifying? Don’t you have nightmares at night?"
Shen Weiyi stepped back, not out of fear, but simply wanting to keep a distance from the other.
Ji Wanxia’s current state wasn’t good, and if she fainted accidentally, she couldn’t disassociate herself from it.
After all, she had suffered at the poolside last ti.
A person cannot be splashed with dirty water twice in the sa place.
She changed hotels but couldn’t guarantee there’d be no paparazzi nearby, and lately, the news about her wasn’t great. Managing to get away safely today felt like a stroke of luck after a disaster.
She regained her elegant composure, "The word ’steal’ sounds harsh; my current life is all earned by my efforts."
Shen Weiyi smiled faintly, lowering her voice, "Your friends seem to have bad luck; one died, one is half-dead, and another... isn’t living happily. But you can’t bla it all on , right?"
They had known each other for many years, and just as Wanxia knew who could upset her, she too knew how to cause Wanxia pain.
So each of Shen Weiyi’s jabs stabbed into Wanxia’s heart, spreading the dense, sharp pain throughout her entire body, making it impossible for her cold, numb body to ignore the hurt.
The coldness in Wanxia’s eyes gradually transford into desolation, "Shen Weiyi, you are very powerful. Compared to you, I am indeed useless."
Shen Weiyi let out a low laugh.
Thinking carefully, this seed to be the most dismal she had ever seen Ji Wanxia, more desolate and hopeless than four years ago, truly heartbreaking.
She spoke slowly, "You don’t have to say it like that; after all, today’s surprise move almost caught off guard. If I hadn’t prepared over the past four years, your goal might have been achieved."
So things, once started, can’t be turned back.
Since there’s no turning back, she could only continue living like this.
Wanxia thought, it was indeed because she gave Shen Weiyi the ti. The day she decided to keep the child ant she was gradually losing the chance to reveal the truth.
It was her, truly because of her...
Her lips curled into a desolate smile, her voice turning hoarse and aged as if in that mont, "Then I wish you continuing fa and fortune, to always enjoy the flowers and applause, never to fall ill, never to be sad or sorrowful, and to live to a ripe old age."
As she turned, the hem of her skirt was lifted by the cold wind as she walked against the light, like a poppy blooming in the night.
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The noisy, boisterous bar.
A captivating beauty sat in the corner, the eyes of the n around lingered with ill intent on her alluring figure. Under the influence of alcohol, the flas of lust within them began to stir restlessly.
That was Ji Wanxia; those who had seen her would never forget her face.
Although Gu Shaozhi had never publicly disclosed their current relationship, from the occasional intimate photos captured by the paparazzi, there seed to be so inexplicable ambiguity...
Gu Shaozhi always wore a wedding ring, which already spoke volus.
The circle insiders were aware of it too.
Yet, the word ’lust’ was a sharp blade; the more forbidden sothing is, the itchier the desire.
Wasn’t it so? A daring man had already approached with a glass in hand.
The man sat next to Wanxia, placing his arm on the back of the sofa, seemingly encircling her halfway but, in fact, not touching her body. However, such a gesture appeared quite suggestive to onlookers.
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