Chapter 110
110 She must disfigure her
Lying on the cold asphalt road, Rong Jia clutched her chest, which was the most sensitive and fragile part of a woman. After being kicked by the security guard, Rong Jia almost passed out from the pain.
There was also a mark on the back of his hand that Rong Yan had stepped on with blood. The skin was already broken, and his hand was bleeding.
Rong Jia’s entire body was in pain, and she could not even take a breath.
The pain in her body caused her hatred for Rong Yan to rise to an unprecedented level.
Rong Jia had hated Rong Yan since she was young.
For as long as she could remember, everyone who saw the two sisters would say that the older sister was pretty. When they went to school, everyone would say that the older sister was so good at her studies, but why was the younger sister so bad at her studies?
rong jia’s jealousy had been present since she was a child. it was like a slow-acting poison, and as time passed, it accumulated in her body and became more and more dense.
As a result, whenever she saw Rong Yan now, she would feel a deep hatred in her bones. She wished that she could disappear forever and never appear again.
Especially now that Rong Yan was living such a good life, and she was with such a rich and handsome man. She had jewelry from head to toe, which added up to the value of someone else’s room. She also recognized the bag in her hand. It was her favorite brand, Birkin high-end custom-made. It was said that people could not order this color even after waiting for one or two years.
Seeing such a face, the fire of jealousy in Rong Jia’s heart almost burned her to ashes.
Why? In what way was she inferior to Rong Yan? why did everyone say that she was good? why did she have such a good life now? yet, she had to worry about a pair of shoes that only cost a few hundred yuan?
Rong Yan shouldn’t have lived such a good life. She should have been tortured by that perverted President Wang and be better off dead.
rong jia struggled to get up. she was not willing to see rong yan live a good life while she herself was on the streets.
The vicious thoughts in Rong Jia’s heart grew rapidly in the hotbed of jealousy and hatred. She must destroy her face and step her into the mud. As long as she was gone, she could live a good life.
Rong Jia got up unsteadily. Now, she had to fight for the goal in her heart.
Rong Jia stumbled along for a few days before she finally saw a taxi. Before she could stop it, the taxi stopped in front of her.
The taxi driver rolled down the window and asked Rong Jia, miss, you don’t seem to be feeling well. Do you want to take a car? ”
“take the pixiu.” rong jia was looking for a car, and the car came. of course, she was pretentious.
after struggling to open the car door and finally sitting in the car, rong jia’s body was already covered in cold sweat from the pain.
The driver looked like a young man wearing a cap. Because of the dim light, his face could not be seen clearly, but judging from his chin, he should be a good looking man. He asked Rong Jia,”Where are you going, miss?”
rong jia hesitated for a moment and told him her home in the slums.
She knew that she couldn’t deal with Rong Yan herself. She was going to tell Yang Yan that the next time she found Rong Yan’s specific address, she would let Yang Yan make a scene.
The driver started the car and drove on. After about half an hour, they arrived at the street closest to the place Rong Jia had mentioned.
Because she lived in a tube-shaped apartment, the car couldn’t pass through, so it had to be parked here.
“How much?” Rong Jia asked.
“I don’t want money. You just need to give me something on you as collateral.”