Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 675 - 278. [The Dewy Summer] You may lose yourself, you may want to destroy.

The weakness of sentimental people lies here.

You don’t need to do anything to her; just touch the people around her, and she will be tormented by guilt, unable to eat or sleep peacefully.

Xia Qian and Xu Qiubai are indeed very innocent and aggrieved.

But there’s no such thing as fairness in this world; unfairness is the norm in life.

"Take these upstairs first, help me run the bathwater, and then you can clock out,"

After giving instructions to her manager, Shen Weiyi took a step and elegantly crossed the sidewalk, finally stopping in front of Wanxia.

She looked at Wanxia with great interest, in a stance of a victor.

Her delicate features were utterly calm; her desolate gaze carried no warmth. Clearly distant and ethereal, but her slightly reddened eyes added a touch of earthly smoke and fire.

It was a kind of indescribable beauty.

Once, the Ji Family’s daughter was the most ideal girlfriend for many young talents in An City. She had an eminent family background, she had the beauty that could shine in an overcrowded crowd, she had a gentle and quiet temperament, and she had a doting grandfather and brother.

The man fortunate enough to marry the Ji Family’s daughter would not only gain beauty but shares in the Ji Family business.

Later, Ji Wanxia became a fallen heiress, burdened with enormous debts; she probably couldn’t repay them in her lifetime. Everyone thought her fate was either to submit to some creditor or become the mistress of some rich, lecherous tycoon.

However, she caught the eye of Gu Shaozhi, being spoiled to a staggering extent.

She was no longer the Ji Family’s daughter born with a halo but became the Mrs. Gu everyone envied.

To be honest, over those years, Shen Weiyi always believed that Gu Shaozhi married Ji Wanxia because he was taken by her face.

She didn’t deny that Ji Wanxia had that capital.

A man who had been lonely for too long, meeting the fallen heiress who once scorned him, whether in marriage or affection, was all just a fleeting interest.

Yes, she had always thought so for those years.

Suddenly, Shen Weiyi recalled the scene from four years ago, where Ji Wanxia appeared in front of her wearing a hospital gown, though in a completely different place and time.

She smiled elegantly, "Miss Ji, going out in the evening dressed so lightly, aren’t you afraid of catching a cold and getting sick? Or are you doing it on purpose, wanting to get sick so Shaozhi would feel more sorry for you?"

Miss Ji’s methods are indeed getting more and more petty.

Wanxia just looked at her, her serene features devoid of any emotion, "Are you very pleased with yourself?"

As Shen Weiyi walked over from across the road, a truck drove in this direction.

In those few seconds, Wanxia maliciously prayed to God: Hit her, hit her...

But the truck stopped before the crosswalk, Shen Weiyi crossed peacefully, and came to stand in front of her.

See, there really is no such thing as ’retribution’ in this world.

The so-called ’retribution’ is nothing more than something artificially created.

And she, Ji Wanxia, didn’t achieve it, nor did it seem she could.

No, no, she could do it, actually, for instance: she could stab a knife into Shen Weiyi’s heart, or run her over with a car as she walked down the road, or invite her to a high-rise and push her off, and so on and so forth...

There are many ways to purely want someone dead, regardless of the consequences.

If she really did it, how would she be any different from Shen Weiyi...?

Wanxia took steps, slowly approaching Shen Weiyi, her brows and eyes reflecting a thin, cold smile, "Or are you actually mocking me, thinking I’m ridiculous, and at the same time, extremely pitiful?"

Shen Weiyi didn’t think Wanxia’s approach would bring her any danger because she knew Ji Wanxia wasn’t that stupid.

Moreover, in the other person’s eyes, it should also seem that sacrificing herself to make her pay was not worth it.

So, Shen Weiyi stood still.

Both were wearing high heels, their heights similar, yet standing together formed a stark contrast.

One a languid, sexy red rose, the other a gentle, elegant white rose.

Shen Weiyi met Wanxia’s gaze without avoidance, smiling lightly, her voice soft and pleasant, "Mockery and disdain, aren’t these the attitudes Ji Wanxia always exhibits before me?"

Hearing this, Wanxia burst into laughter.

The night street had few pedestrians; her laughter resonated empty and light.

She looked lightly at Shen Weiyi, seemingly deliberately elongating her pitch, "You’re jealous of me, jealous of Xiao Chu, and later of Xia Qian too. Isn’t living like this exhausting?"