Worse Than Pathetic

The words burrowed deep, latching onto Mei Lein's worst insecurities. What is she implying? The thought whirled in her mind, spiraling into something darker. Was Li Na suggesting that Zhang Han was so easily swayed, so easily taken? The very thought was enough to ignite the fury she had been holding back.

Li Na's insinuation—that Zhang Han is not her husband and it's good news for her, ring the bell of hell remembering the efforts she had taken to do the same. If Li Na's implying with this, that Zhang Han is so easy for her to take. Does she even know what she had went through to take the man for herself? The groud beneath Li Na's feet would shake if she knew how hard it is to play the game of rival here. 

Mei Lein sneered at the thought. "What do you mean 'good news'?" Mei Lein spat, her voice calm and showed the confidence she had in the people they were talking about. "Do you even know Zhang Han and my sister? Do you know who you're dealing with?"