How did Jia 'er die (1)

Li junyu's handsome and cold face showed his displeasure. A cold glint flashed across his dark eyes as he tried to shield his little wife behind him. However, ruan Mengmeng gently pressed his arm down and took a step forward ...

"Madam Zhan, no, I should call you Madam Duan." Ruan Mengmeng's face was soft and beautiful, but her almond-shaped eyes were cold as she looked at Duan xiuhui.

"Although the dead are respected, to put it bluntly, the person Zhan Jia 'er hated the most when she was alive was me. It really doesn't make sense. Just because I'm not willing to donate my heart to her, just because I'm not poor, just because I have a husband to dote on me, just because I have a grandfather to care for me, so I have to be hated by her?

Compared to Zhan Jia 'er, my background is just ordinary. All the resources and encounters I have since I was born can't compare to Zhan Jia' er, who has been cared for and protected by all of you.