Jiang Hexun turned around, his face always calm, "Is something wrong?"
Her tone was light and airy, as if it didn't matter to her that her identity was revealed.
Jiang Xiaoman's broken heart was like a dam bursting, completely defeating her.
"Are you very proud now?"
Compared to her almost hysterical questioning, Jiang Hexun's expression was calm.
She said: "Jiang Xiaoman, whether you are good or bad has nothing to do with me, and I don't care."
Jiang Xiaoman let out a long scream. She vented her emotions and shouted at Jiang Hexun, "Jiang Hexun, I hate you! I hate you!"
The ferocious face and distorted expression scared the onlookers so much that they took a few steps back unconsciously.
Jiang Xiaoman cried angrily, and her delicate makeup was in a mess.
It turned out that her unconscious sense of superiority in front of Su Xun made her look like a clown.
Su Xun never took her seriously.
She has never revealed her identity, and watching her perform like a clown in front of her, does Su Xun find it ridiculous?
Even she herself found it extremely ridiculous.
"Jiang Hexun, you won't always be so proud."
Jiang Xiaoman gritted his teeth and said something, and kept repeating it in a murmur. He didn't know whether he was saying it to himself or Jiang Hexun.
The classmate closest to her immediately took several steps back, with a horrified expression on her face, "Isn't she crazy?"
"Stay away from her. Her father is a murderer. Who knows if it will be hereditary?"
Jiang Xiaoman glared at the classmate who was speaking, "My father is not a murderer!"
"You are just from a good background! What qualifications do you have to point fingers at me!"
Is a person’s family of origin and origin so important?
When she was six years old, she learned that her father was unknown and her mother was a coward.
In her memory, her mother's men changed one after another, all of them were greasy and disgusting old men.
In her life, there were only the disgust of her peers, malicious bullying, and the shunned looks of others in school.
Because of her mother's slutty style, everyone treats her like trash.
They looked at her with disgust, as if breathing the same air as her was dirty.
Jiang Xiaoman gradually got used to those malicious intentions, forced herself to accept them, learned to tolerate them, and hid the darkness in her heart deep down.
Before the age of ten, she lived alone.
no friend.
No companions.
Take the initiative to live in dark corners.
Until the age of twelve, her mother became Jiang Yihe's mistress.
They finally left that small corner town and arrived at Yanjing, the capital of China.
In the Jiang family, she felt a brand new, heavenly and luxurious life.
She began to enjoy the life that a wealthy daughter should have and learn the social etiquette that a wealthy daughter should have.
Those dark past are finally no longer her shackles and nightmare.
She began to look at people's faces, and from the initial disguise of being lively and cheerful, she gradually became accustomed to getting to know each other and making friends in an easy and generous manner.
This period only took a few years.
Because of the Jiang family, she was flattered and flattered by others.
She felt the glory brought by her powerful position, and was used to and enjoyed being praised by everyone.
She even began to imagine that she was the only heir to the Jiang family and a truly wealthy daughter.
But all of this turned into an unrealistic bubble because of the appearance of Su Xun, no, Jiang Hexun.
The sweet dream turned into a nightmare.
She seemed to be back when she was a child, being despised and reviled by everyone.
The contemptuous faces, mocking eyes, and disgusting tones in front of her seemed to be deeply imprinted on her body.
Jiang Xiaoman really couldn't bear it.
All her efforts in the past few years were all in vain because of Jiang Hexun.