Shen Chengjing peeled the orange and placed it on the table casually. She leaned forward slightly and looked at Shen Ziqian. "That's true. Such a beautiful face. Do you think Mo Yongqiang would still want you if you were disfigured?"
"You!" Shen Ziqian was so angry that her chest kept heaving up and down. She reached out and pulled Shen Chengjing's arm. "Haha, I'm sorry. He just told me last night that our wedding would be brought forward soon. Even if you want to be a mistress, what if you are discarded by him? The person he wants to marry is me, not you."
In the ward, the two of them were facing each other, sparks flying between them.
"Seeing the man you love be with another woman, isn't that a terrible feeling? Shen Chengjing, you don't deserve to have Ah Qiang love you for the rest of your life." As she said this, she became even more proud of herself.
