Qin Fei'er was burning with jealousy; it felt like an army of ants was nibbling on her heart. However, she held back the jealousy because the person standing before her was Qin Chen.
If marrying Feng Ruqing could ease Qin Chen's anger, it was not a big deal for the Qin family. Perhaps, if Qin Fei'er could touch Qin Chen's heart by doing this, he would no longer be cold and distant toward her.
After all, Qin Fei'er owed Qin Chen too much.
Qin Chen did not say anything. He merely walked past Qin Fei'er and did not even spare a glance at her.
Qin Fei'er stood, dazed, on the spot, watching Qin Chen leaving. She could feel a sense of sorrow lingering in her heart.
Qin Fei'er lowered her head and smiled wryly. Perhaps, Qin Chen was upset the moment Qin Fei'er had chosen to set her dignity aside and accept the arranged marriage.
