Song Yangming watched Chi Wan. She seemed completely unaffected by her family's bankruptcy, her bright face showing she was happily enjoying her university life. A flash of resentful jealousy flickered in his eyes.
But he quickly lowered his head, hiding his gaze.
He hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit today; in fact, he was filled with a certain malicious anticipation.
Although Song Yangming was Chi Wan's uncle, he was only ten years older than her.
The year Chi Wan was born, a ten-year-old Song Yangming had actually felt a sense of joy looking at the tiny, soft baby.
But later, he watched as Chi Wan, from the moment she was born, easily possessed everything he didn't have. Meanwhile, Qian Cuicui and Song Jianguo constantly whispered in his ear that all of it should have been his.
The family fortune his sister and Chi Yuanshan had built, and everything Chi Wan now enjoyed—it all should have been his.
