Shao Meijuan looked at Xu Ancheng, who was peeling shrimp, pouring soda, and picking dishes for Yi Roujing with all kinds of attentiveness. Her left hand, which wasn't holding chopsticks, was nearly scarred from her pinching.
She had heard from Zheng Zhongyi about the identities of Xu Ancheng and Yi Roujing. Like her, Yi Roujing came from a humble background. Why could she marry Xu Ancheng, who was lucky enough to be the son of the head of the Xu Family in Jing City, and the only son at that, inheriting everything in the Xu Family in the future.
If Xu Ancheng's background hadn't been revealed or he hadn't been recognized by the Xu Family earlier, Yi Roujing wouldn't have had the good life she has today. Why is the difference between people so vast?
Yi Roujing, of course, noticed the burning gaze Shao Meijuan cast at her, as well as the jealousy and hidden resentment in her eyes, and she understood it well. She didn't mind and was fine with her looking as much as she wanted.
