Fang Ying stood upstairs, trembling. Her long hair was tucked behind her ears, her face was pale and she had a death stare. Seeing the beautiful couple downstairs had stung her eyes and made her even more jealous.
Chu Li took care of Rong Yan dearly and doted on her. The affection and fondness that she pleaded to get was now devoted to another woman.
She hated them!
She was deeply envious of Rong Yan, and the necklace on her neck also stung her eyes. That was also her favorite necklace. How she wished she could put Rong Yan to death by dismembering her body.
Then, she had read magazines and coveted that necklace for many years. Chu Li had once promised her that he would be able to give it for her someday. He took great pains to find it, but it was for another woman.
To put on a smile on another woman.
She resented Rong Yan out of jealousy.
If it wasn't for her, the one standing next to him at the moment would be her.