Bai Jinyu's face was obscured by Shang Jianghan, and with a slight turn of her body, she saw Shen Chaoxi.
The white long down coat was unzipped at the top, revealing the folded collar of the foundation white floral patient's gown.
The girl's complexion bore an unnatural flush, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, appearing frail, yet her words were bristling with barbs.
Bai Jinyu, overbearing for many years, was at a loss for words by these few stinging sentences.
After a moment's pause, Shang Jianghan was already taking the girl's hand, holding her in a half embrace.
Such a scene, without deliberate staging, was naturally overflowing with the warmth between lovers.
Bai Jinyu, feeling a pang of jealousy, clenched her fists tightly, upset not only by her family's affairs but even more so by her own underwhelming thirty-year marriage.
"What are you worth? Our family's business has nothing to do with you!" Bai Jinyu's sharp words slipped out.