No matter whether Chiang Tian's words were true or false, Cheng Su found them utterly disgusting as soon as they came out of his mouth, and the very thought of Chiang Qing's intentions filled her with rage.
She felt like a snake, its tongue flickering, eyes glowing green, coiling beside her, ready to strike and bite at any moment, nauseating and vexing to no end.
Time and time again, it wasn't just that she was shameless, but rather she had no shame at all, nothing but a pile of rotten flesh.
Cheng Su, thinking of this snake, felt restless all over and was so annoyed she wanted to kill.
Spring had arrived, the snow had melted, and on rainless days, there were more people sitting around and chatting in the courtyard.
When Cheng Su finished work, she deliberately waited in the courtyard; if she was uncomfortable, Chiang Qing would be too.
So, while chatting with others, she waited on the path Chiang Qing had to take to go home.
