Feng Nianian touched the teacup in her hand and glanced sideways at Jiang Xun, seeing him looking too. Though her face showed nothing, her heart was filled with jealousy and bitterness.
Ever since Duan Xi kicked her and broke her ribs, she realized how Ruan Jiaojiao was cherished and adored.
In truth, there wasn't any deep-seated hatred between her and Ruan Jiaojiao. If there was anything to hold against, it would be that kick from Duan Xi back then. But she knew her dislike for Ruan Jiaojiao wasn't solely rooted in that.
She was mostly filled with jealousy and resentment.
Things she never possessed, things she couldn't achieve even after exhausting all her efforts, Jiaojiao held them easily in her hands. Why was that?
Before being with Jiang Xun, because the uncle and cousin who should have loved her were fond of Jiaojiao, she was jealous, disliked her, and resented her.
