"I don't..." Yang Yajing involuntarily took two steps back, "Xuanxuan...do you think so too? You know perfectly well that I...I..."
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? What can you possibly help that pretty boy with? You have no money, no connections, otherwise you would have already acknowledged him as your husband! Don't just occupy the position without doing anything!"
"Li Yan! Be more polite!" Yang Yajing disliked her language.
“Yang Yang…” Jiang Xuanxuan looked aggrieved and apologetic. “I didn’t mean to, but I really like Pengfei… Every time I see him achieve something because of my recommendation, I feel even happier than if I were famous myself! My feelings for Pengfei are involuntary; I didn’t mean to like the person you like…”
"But...but...Xuanxuan, how could you let me..." Yang Yajing felt as if her heart had been ripped out and thrown to the North Pole, leaving her feeling utterly cold.
"Auntie..." Jiang Xuanxuan changed the subject, tapping Li Yan with her toes.
"You're not going to abandon your mother for a man?" Li Yan understood instantly. "In short, it's either the gigolo or your mother, you choose! If you know what's good for you, take the money and leave!"
"I want to...save my mother..." Yang Yajing smiled bitterly to herself, her words tasting like bitter herbs.
On one side was the man she had secretly loved for over a decade, and on the other was her mother, her only family. But Yang Yajing had no choice. She was overwhelmed by life and poverty!
With a check barely enough to pay for her mother's surgery, Yang Yajing sold her heart, reluctantly compromising with reality.
Armed with this stolen secret, Jiang Xuanxuan quickly married Zhou Pengfei.
Yang Yajing's heart was completely broken by her "best friend" of over a decade. She thought this was the last time they would ever cross paths, but Jiang Xuanxuan was far from at peace.
She feigned apology and forced a man on a blind date to make up for it.
To avoid being harassed by her relentless phone calls, Yang Yajing reluctantly agreed to the appointment. But one second she was drinking coffee, and the next she found herself no longer in a coffee shop, but in a cheap hourly hotel.
She doesn't know how she got to the hotel, and has no memory of what happened after that in the coffee shop.
But being completely naked, with bruises and pain all over her body, clearly told her what had happened.
She wanted to question the man, but she overheard him making a phone call outside the door. The person on the other end was Jiang Xuanxuan!
“My darling Xuanxuan, I’ve taken care of what you asked me to do! Didn’t you say she was conservative? She won’t be thinking about your pretty boy husband anymore!” She heard him say, “But this dead fish really has no flavor. When are we going to come out and have some fun again?”
"So that's how it is!" Yang Yajing was furious. "This is what you like?"
But this scheme was just the beginning. Jiang Xuanxuan actually called her the day after the incident to ask about her blind date!
Yang Yajing finally saw through Jiang Xuanxuan and wanted to immediately scold her: "This is all a play you directed and arranged yourself, and you still ask me what's going on? You still ask me if I'm satisfied?"
But this was her own doing. She needed someone's help but met the wrong person, so she could only feel resentful and self-deprecating in her heart.
Seeing Jiang Xuanxuan constantly showing off her love on social media, from posting ultrasound photos during prenatal checkups to sharing videos of her baby all the time, she's become numb to it all.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, Jiang Xuanxuan showed off her newly recognized godmother when her mother was hospitalized again and her days were numbered.
It's unclear what this elderly woman, referred to by the media as "Grandma Tao," saw in her. She showered her with affection and doting. Couldn't she see that Jiang Xuanxuan was merely a lady in disguise?
She definitely wouldn't go to their tenth wedding anniversary party; she stayed with her mother at the hospital until midnight before returning to the cabin.
Whether it was the heat or resentment, she was exhausted but not sleepy at all, so she just sat by the window in a daze.
She wondered: Who is writing the script for her life? Who dealt her a bad hand, causing her to lose everything?
If she could find this screenwriter, she would definitely hold a kitchen knife to his neck and force him to tear up this damn cannon fodder script and start over!
Exhausted, she rubbed her eyes... and with that rub, she felt dizzy. When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to see a pair of hands that had shrunk...
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