Chen Guihua grabbed a handful of melon seeds and popped them into her mouth as she looked out the door. She spat a mouthful of melon seed shells when she saw people running towards Su Wen's house. "That slut has grown up!" She hissed through gritted teeth.
That was a sewing machine they were talking about! How much did it cost?
"Pah! Even if she has the money to spend on something like that, she still needs to be alive to enjoy using it." Chen Guihua hoped Su Wen would drop dead. Without her, she could order around the rest of the Su family girls as she pleased.
Chen Guihua's plump cheeks were as black as the melon seeds she ruthlessly stuffed in her mouth. She grew even more jealous when the figure of Su Xueqiang lounging at home popped into her mind.
That man only knew how to loaf around, too lazy to work. It was infuriating how she had to watch Su Wen strut along the village streets with her arms full of good stuff.
