Lu Lanhua had come this time not to pander to Yun Jian or win favor with Qin Yirou. She knew that she had attempted both but had failed.
Jealousy was a scary emotion. Once a person set eyes on something and could not have it, but saw others having it, or even saw others having something they would never have in their lifetime, they would want to destroy it—they were already doomed, they could not have it and they were having a bad time anyway!
If they failed to live their best life, others should also struggle with them!
Lu Lanhua was such an old woman.
Hence, when she bolted into the wedding house, she had long forgotten about what Yun Jian could do and her capability.
While people around watched Lu Lanhua flip several round tables and scream threats like a lunatic, a petite form that was Yun Jian sprinted out of the house. She was fast like a bolt of lightning, speeding past the shocked helpers once she dashed out from inside.
