Volume One, Chapter 10: This Face Filled Her with Both Jealousy and Hatred!

Huaibei Street was the place where she had lived since childhood. The amusement park, restaurants, snack shops, even those various small stalls—all held precious memories of her father’s presence. These memories were invaluable.

“Yanyan, don’t speak so harshly. Sisi and Qin Che need money to get married. Huaibei Street is old and rundown. Selling it to Pan Hai, letting them build and resell, will revitalize the business for both the Ling and Qin families. It’s a win-win,” Jiang Junmei said lightly, pouring a glass of milk for Ling Jianfu as she spoke.

Looking at the breakfast table laden with an assortment of dishes, the family appeared happy and harmonious. Yet, Nie Xingyan’s mind drifted back to the night her father was brutally killed.

A fierce anger surged uncontrollably within her.

Out of nowhere, she summoned the strength to sweep her arms across the table, transforming into a master of chaos as she smashed all the food and liquid onto the floor.

Soup and breakfast splattered all over the people nearby.

Ling Sisi, sitting closest, yelped in pain from the scalding liquid. “Nie Xingyan, what madness is this so early in the morning?”

She was dressed in a Nordic haute couture short skirt—an exclusive, six-figure piece from last season’s collection. Originally, she had planned to show off at the high-society gatherings after breakfast. Now, everything was ruined by the splash.

Yesterday at the Jin Disi event, with so many eyes on them, she hadn’t dared to confront Nie Xingyan. But today was different—she and Qin Che were officially engaged, their marriage certificate in hand, irrevocably bound as husband and wife.

And now, in her own home, if she didn’t teach Nie Xingyan a lesson, she wouldn’t be Ling Sisi.

She had other motives as well—she wanted to humiliate Nie Xingyan and show Qin Che that the woman he was still obsessed with was nothing.

Amid the ensuing chaos, Ling Sisi picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor and held it between her fingers, waiting for the right moment to slash at Nie Xingyan’s face.

That face of hers stirred both jealousy and hatred!

By then, Nie Xingyan had lost all reason. Any hope of peaceful coexistence was empty talk. Every concession she made only encouraged Jiang Junmei’s endless advances.

As everyone busied themselves cleaning the spilled soup from their clothes, no one noticed Ling Sisi creeping steadily closer to her.

“Nie Xingyan!” Unlike her usual affected, ladylike tone—a soft, sweet voice—this time it was a fierce shout.

In that cry, Nie Xingyan felt the chill of hatred.

A gust of wind blew as Ling Sisi’s hand, glinting with the cold light of the glass shard, slashed straight toward her!

Everything happened too fast. Ling Sisi was prepared; they were so close that Nie Xingyan had no time to react.

Their eyes reflected each other’s faces, and Ling Sisi even sneered at her.

“Sisi, don’t!” Jiang Junmei screamed in terror, trying to stop her.

Nie Xingyan’s face was too important to her; beating or scolding was fine, but losing her face was unacceptable.

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