She meticulously calculated everything and finally fulfilled her desire—Yu Jingrong lost everything. Remembering Yu Jingrong back then, so pitiful, so tragic, she couldn't contain her joy. If Yu Jingrong had never returned, the revenge on the Yu Family would have been complete.
Both she and her mother felt it was enough. Yu Tianxiang had already experienced family ruin and personal loss—some dead, some gone, some fled, leaving only Huo Shufen and the sick Yu Chenxi, who were nothing more than burdens in life.
However, she never expected that three years later, Yu Jingrong would return, even more beautiful than before. Without her family background, without Li Chengyun, she was somehow prouder, as if nothing could trouble her at all.
Why, Yu Jingrong, why?
She hated it, feeling that fate was indeed unfair. She also regretted, deeply regretted not sending Yu Jingrong to the deepest hell three years ago, to ensure she could never rise again.
