"Congratulations." Only Zhang Jiamei knew how much it pained her to utter those words.
She never expected Han Xinyu to get married so fast, and she certainly did not anticipate that her own words would be thrown back at her.
—If you don't want to come, that's fine, I understand everyone has feelings of jealousy.
In truth, Han Xinyu was hardly concerned with Zhang Jiamei at the moment, preoccupied as she was with the other guests, especially since she couldn't drink alcohol due to her pregnancy, yet invariably encountering one or two who insisted on toasting her.
Far from feeling relieved, Zhang Jiamei instead felt like Han Xinyu didn't regard her at all, and her face instantly soured.
"See that? The look on Zhang Jiamei's face... makes this whole wedding worth it." Although Han Xinyu did not focus all her attention on Zhang Jiamei, she spared some glances for her and naturally noticed her reaction.
