In the VIP ward of Jiangling First Hospital, Li Fengqin was already complaining in the early morning.
Her face was swollen, and she seemed furious.
"That ungrateful b*stard Fang Ming! I introduced Yun Muqing to him with good intentions, but he didn't even say a word of thanks. Instead, he slapped me! How dare he?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. "I'm a district official in Yanjing, and my husband owns a million-dollar company. I'm the one slapping people in Yanjing!"
After letting out her anger, she began to weep again as though she had suffered the worst injustice in the world.
Yun Muqing was tired of hearing her aunt's complaints throughout the entire night. As good-natured as she was, she was beginning to be impatient.
Li Fengqin brought it upon herself. She can't blame anyone for what happened to her.
Also, why didn't she complain to Fang Ming if she's so great? I didn't hear a peep from her yesterday at the banquet. Now, she wants me to pay for the most expensive ward, and I have to listen to her nonsense the entire night. Why am I even doing this? I'm her niece, not her slave!
"Don't be angry, Fengqin. It's not good for your health," Li Fenglan comforted her sister. She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "It's all Chu Feng's fault. If that poor loser hadn't interfered, all of us would have gotten what we wanted."
Her dream of living the high life had been shattered, but she dared not blame it on Fang Ming or Fang Zhong. She could only release her anger on Chu Feng.
Yun Muqing bit her lower lip and shifted uncomfortably.
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