Zhou Mei stormed into the hospital room and immediately saw Dong Yuanyuan's husband sitting by the bed, gazing lovingly at Dong Yuanyuan with a look of pure adoration.
And Dong Yuanyuan, half-reclined on the hospital bed, wore an equally sweet expression. Zhou Mei's gaze couldn't help but carry a hint of envy and jealousy.
Finally, her jealousy became so intense it twisted her features, and she was filled with a seething hatred.
'This was nothing like she had imagined. Shouldn't the two of them be at each other's throats by now?'
But now, they seemed to be getting along just fine, even laughing and talking with each other.
Zhou Mei stared unblinkingly at Dong Yuanyuan's husband. 'How can any man be this handsome?'
'No wonder Sheng Yueyue shamelessly clung to him. If it were me, I'd be willing to flirt with him too.'
