Facing the angry Shen Jiadan, it seemed as though Nie Yunmei knew Shen Jiadan's temperament well and managed to appease her with great gentleness. Su Xiaowan watched, her lips twitching involuntarily. "Eh, this kid, what does her second cousin Song Yonghui see in her, anyway?"
Perhaps, he likes her for her simplicity and liveliness, devoid of schemes and devious plots. Thinking about it, it seemed like all the men nearby preferred that kind of woman, right?
Simple, kind, lively, and cute—oh, no, there was one person who could rival Han Dongchen, and that was Zhou Pingyuan. Hehe, Nie Yunmei was also quite cunning, not as good at scheming as Su Xiaowan, but still, not bad at all.
With that thought, Su Xiaowan felt much more balanced in her heart; otherwise, she would have been depressed. Surrounded by innocent flowers, and there she was, a dark, ink-black man-eating flower—how could that be alright? She felt lonely and cold.
