Xia Lin hadn't told him about the grievances she faced today. She didn't have the face to say, for ever since the year turned, she'd begun to encounter nothing but bad luck.
This series of misfortunes had started with her incitement of Yang Linghua.
She regretted it now, but what could be done? What's done was done, and she never blamed others.
Now that they were at odds, so be it; she'd just avoid them in the future. Xia Lin was harboring resentment, determined to grow her clothing factory larger and more well-known, to trample those from her past beneath her feet.
By then, she wanted Lu Jingqiu to know she wasn't even worth the trouble of scheming against, that she could surpass her by several streets on her own.
But the man by her side kept disappointing her time and again, leaving her let down each time.
Thinking of this, Xia Lin's heart felt as dead as ashes, sapped of all strength, she simply sat down on the stool behind her.