"Jealous of Zhao Yaxin? Why would I be jealous of her? A girl from an ordinary family background, who is there to please teachers and classmates. What does she have that would make me feel jealous?"
Laughing coldly, Xie Weiyi dismissed the idea that she could be jealous of Zhao Yaxin. She was the young miss of the Xie Family, so why would she feel the need to be jealous of Zhao Yaxin?
She simply disliked her, detested her!
"You are just jealous of her. Jealous of her beauty, her academic achievements, jealous that she is more popular than you."
Zhan Jing's voice was icy, devoid of warmth and filled with hatred.
If it wasn't for Xie Weiyi's jealousy, Yaxin wouldn't have gotten depressed, she wouldn't have jumped off the building. All of this was due to Xie Weiyi's jealousy.
"No, I wasn't jealous of her. I would never be jealous of her."
Xie Weiyi denied loudly. What could Zhao Yaxin have that she would be jealous of? She assuredly wasn't jealous of her; she just disliked her.
