Sheng Yueyue glared resentfully at her mother-in-law. 'Is this all I get for my painstaking efforts? The heartless humiliation of my in-laws and Song Zijin?!'
"What are you glaring at, you jinx? What backing do you have now? Your father doesn't want you, and your mother doesn't want you either."
Aunt Song cursed in a strange, taunting tone. In the past, she had to be mindful of her husband and didn't dare torment this little bitch too much.
Now, even her husband often made the bitch kneel. In front of her husband and son, she would still put on a show of advising against it.
But when they weren't home, she would torment Sheng Yueyue with impunity, all to flaunt her power as the mother-in-law.
"You little bitch, you never should have stolen our Zijin from Jiaojiao. If Zijin had married Jiaojiao, would our family be in this state now?"
"What could a sickly weakling like her do? How could she have changed anything for your family?"
