Shen Yurou just couldn't understand!
Clearly, her looks, talent, and upbringing surpassed Qingwu's. She had always received the best and most elite education since childhood, so how could she fall short to Qingwu, who came from such a rural backwater?
She stared at the report on her phone. The marketing accounts under Shen Shushan were nearly praising Qingwu's painting to the skies!
Shen Yurou's heart ached as if it were dripping blood!
She looked at Mrs. Shen, who breathed weakly, and felt aggrieved in an instant.
Why could Qingwu shine and succeed outside while she was stuck in the cold, lifeless hospital with this half-dead old woman?
Since Mrs. Shen had divorced Elder Shen, the identity of being the Shen family's matriarch had nothing to do with her anymore.
Shen Yurou looked at Mrs. Shen, stood up coldly, and left the ICU without looking back.