Chiang Qing stormed out of Qi Taiguo's office, her beautiful face slightly contorted with barely concealed fury, the fire in her heart spreading wildly in all directions.
She, a woman, had swallowed her pride and shamelessly declared her feelings for him, only to have him cruelly trample on her affections. Was this Qi Taiguo an idiot?
She, Chiang Qing, in what ways was she inferior to that utterly worthless Cheng Su? Was it just because she was a step too late?
Yet, Qi Taiguo treated his wife like a treasure, with such careful doting.
Chiang Qing remembered the scene she had deliberately waited for Qi Taiguo to witness a few nights ago: Qi Taiguo's tender words and attentive care toward Cheng Su had mesmerized her. If it had been her, she would certainly have been even happier.
But Qi Taiguo ignored her so completely, it was truly infuriating!
