This hastily arranged gathering dissolved within an hour.
Though no one showed overt dissatisfaction, Xie Chengyuan still made it a point to toast each guest individually, offering sincere apologies.
On their way back from the hotel, Ren Jiao noticed that Xie Chengyuan seemed visibly displeased. In truth, his mood had been sour even before they left the house that day.
Ren Jiao felt a mix of grievance and indignation.
Over the years since marrying Xie Chengyuan, aside from material comfort, she had gained little to nothing in terms of emotional fulfillment.
Xie Chengyuan had never allowed her to attend formal events as Mrs. Xie. The Xie family elders disdained her, and Xie Chengyuan never defended her in front of them.
In the Xie household, Ren Jiao was practically invisible.
Deep down, she knew why the Xie family looked down on her—her humble origins and the unsavory means by which she had climbed into Xie Chengyuan's bed.