With that, he left without sparing her a glance.
Yu Mei seethed with frustration, her body aching from the earlier beating as Qiao Jun's cold and indifferent presence loomed fresh in her mind.
She was furious, humiliated, and, most of all, unwilling. Why did Yu Holea get the best? What made her deserving of a man like Qiao Jun?
Her nails dug into her palms as she whispered venomously to herself,
"Why does she get everything? Qiao Jun, wealth, power... even protection. What do I get? Leng Huan, a man who doesn't even dare to stand up for me?"
The mere thought of Leng Huan made her stomach churn.
He might have claimed to like her, but he never defended her against Yu Holea.
He never fought for her the way Qiao Jun fought for his fiancée.
The comparison between the two men only deepened her bitterness, and an insidious thought began to form in her mind.
If Yu Holea could have Qiao Jun, why couldn't she?