Huge rage had already swept over Song Chuxue. Although she had staged a scene, her head injury wasn't that severe, but she was genuinely hurt.
She had thought that her self-harm plan would win Feng Jingxuan's pity, but to her surprise, Feng Jingxuan neither comforted nor accompanied her.
If it had been Nan Xia, he definitely would have been by her side in the hospital even now.
Thinking of this, Song Chuxue's face twisted in anger.
She had put so much effort into making Feng Jingxuan fall in love with her, underwent countless plastic surgeries, each one excruciatingly painful.
Yet, in the end, in Feng Jingxuan's heart, she was still less than that bitch, Nan Xia.
She had directed all suspicions towards Nan Xia, but Feng Jingxuan still refused to believe that it was her doing. Was all her hard work in vain?
A surge of fury bloomed in Song Chuxue's heart, growing more intense: "You must help me deal with her, she must pay the price! I won't allow her to disrupt my life anymore."