Xia Mia’s Obsession Deepens

The Xia family estate was an architectural masterpiece, blending modern opulence with the understated elegance of traditional Chinese design. Yet, for all its grandeur, there was an unmistakable tension within its walls, an underlying unease that had settled over the household ever since Xia Mia's humiliating collapse at the Jiang family banquet. 

The moment she had woken up in the hospital, she had known. It was Feng Ruoxi's fault. That wretched girl had humiliated her, and she would not let it go. 

Now, back at the estate, she paced her lavish bedroom, fury burning in her veins. The red silk curtains barely fluttered despite the open balcony doors, and the scent of jasmine and incense filled the air. Her once immaculately arranged vanity table was in disarray—cosmetics scattered across the surface, a shattered perfume bottle staining the marble. 

The humiliation. The rage. The obsession. 

Jiang Yukang was supposed to be hers.