Every time it was like this, her anger seemed to strike cotton; Jing Zhimei's facade was too good.
Jing Zhilei rose angrily and had no more appetite for the meal, leaving in a huff.
After Jing Zhilei had left, Jing Zhimei's gaze flickered with a sharp, sinister light.
A servant came over with breakfast and said to Jing Zhimei, "Second Miss, you've been up all night, you should eat more."
Jing Zhimei concealed the sinister look in her eyes and responded to the servant with a gentle smile, "Thank you, I appreciate your trouble."
The servant had grown accustomed to the Second Miss's gentleness and couldn't understand why the First Miss disliked such a gentle Second Miss, even going as far as to provoke and be jealous of her every day, calling her ugly and demanding she tear off her disguise—when clearly the Second Miss was just this way: so gentle and so pretty, also hailed as the number one beauty of Jingdu City, skilled, and filial; as a servant to such a Miss, she felt proud.