"Humph, there's no need for you to flaunt how well Young Master Mo treats you in front of me. You know in your heart that he married you, not because he likes you, but because you're the woman Mo Zixuan deeply loves,"
Cheng Jia's words suddenly turned sharp and harsh. She felt that Wen Ran was mocking her, and she couldn't stand Wen Ran's victorious posture.
If she hadn't married Mo Xiuchen first, the woman standing by Mo Xiuchen right now would surely have been her.
She was just a step too late!
Wen Ran's face subtly changed and a trace of coldness gathered in her eyes. Without haste, she stood up from her chair, looking down at Cheng Jia lying on the hospital bed. Her stature seemed to exude an air of superiority.
The look in Cheng Jia's eyes turned even more mocking and resentful.
"Cheng Jia, don't you know that how it happened isn't important, what's important is the outcome?"
