Chiang Qing's hand trembled slightly as she clutched the newspaper, her eyes glaring fiercely at the woman with the broad smile in the report, wishing she could burn a hole through her.
Just one photo was enough for one to feel how happy the person in it was, her face beaming with an unfeigned, heartfelt smile. How could a woman who wasn't living well or happily reveal a smile like that?
Chiang Qing's gaze moved from Cheng Su's face all the way to her pregnant belly, her pupils shrinking abruptly, face as pale as paper.
How could it be, how could Cheng Su be so happy, how could she?
When she herself was living in hell, jumping from one fiery pit into another, wishing for death but unable to die, how could Cheng Su smile so happily, how could she?
She couldn't, she mustn't!
Chiang Qing's eyes shifted, pulling out a pen from the desk holder and stabbing the newspaper directly, tearing Cheng Su's photo to shreds.
