Sang Qian detested this sort of hindsight in social niceties, "Since you knew she was wilful, why didn't you do something about it?"
Ji Yuanhang was choked by her words for a moment, "…She's pregnant now, and it's not good for me to be too restrictive. Please, on account of our sisterly bond, be more indulgent."
The word 'sister' pierced her.
It was precisely because she had treated Su Miaotong too much like a sister that she ended up with a disfigured face and thrown into the sea.
Sang Qian stopped in her tracks, looking coldly at Ji Yuanhang, "She and I are not sisters."
Ji Yuanhang's thin lips curled slightly, sporting a smile, "Big sister-in-law, don't be angry, later I'll have Miaotong toast you with water instead of wine as an apology…"
"No need." Sang Qian picked up her pace and walked away, finding the hypocrisy of this man repulsive to the point of dirtying her eyes with just another glance.
The banquet hall was abuzz with clinking glasses and lively conversations.
