After Marrying the Officer

These days, many people don't sit according to their seat number on trains, especially those with standing tickets, taking any available seat they find.

Fortunately, today wasn't a holiday, so the crowd wasn't much, and Xia Chuyi's seat wasn't taken.

Finding the corresponding seat, she took the valuables from her bag and put them in a small bag, stuffed the big bundle onto the rack above, and sat down.

Xia Lan arrived leisurely from behind.

"Chuyi, are we sitting here?"

The moment that sweet, delicate voice reached her ear, Xia Chuyi frowned.

Xia Lan stood on her toes, trying to place her bundle next to Xia Chuyi.

"Huh, Chuyi, where's Brother Qing's bag? Why don't I see it?"

"Sold it, kept things unpleasant." Xia Chuyi replied nonchalantly.

"Ah, sold it, for how much?" Xia Lan exclaimed and quickly asked.

A smirk appeared.

How ironic, Xia Lan wasn't concerned about Brother Qing's things being gone, but rather how much they sold for.

Thinking back to the last life, Xia Lan seemed to have divorced He Qing. What a shame, a bitch and a dog were meant to stay together forever.

Xia Chuyi's eyes slanted towards Xia Lan, "Xia Lan, stop acting."

The hands that held Xia Lan's bundle tightened, and her facial expression froze.

"Chuyi, what do you mean? Sister Lan doesn't understand." Xia Lan faked a smile.

Xia Chuyi stared at her for a long time, until Xia Lan's fake smile almost couldn't hold anymore.

"Xia Lan, some things, the heavens know, the earth knows, you know, and I know. Now, I've fulfilled your schemes, achieved your wish," she said word by word, "so from now on, do me a favor, stop putting on an act in front of me."

"Your face, just like Brother Qing's used items, disgusts me as soon as I see it."

At this point, Xia Chuyi was really unwilling to continue acting with Xia Lan, completely removing that veil of pretense.

"I forgot to remind you, our seats aren't next to each other." She waved the ticket in her hand calmly.

Matching Xia Chuyi's unreservedly disdainful gaze, Xia Lan's face turned alternately blue and red; finally, she stopped pretending.

"Heh, really didn't expect that coming to the Provincial City, Xia Chuyi, you got a lot smarter."

"That's right, I did deliberately seduce Brother Qing! But what to do? He just likes a gentle little woman like me, not a shrew like you.

"Xia Chuyi, you're a girl like me. Your Second Room and our Third Room both don't have boys, and you are a person who lost your father, why do you get to live better than me? Why?" Xia Lan's eyes turned red, full of jealousy and hatred.

"Is it just because you have a capable uncle?" Xia Lan looked contemptuous.

"Humph, Xia Chuyi, since your uncle is so capable, why doesn't he also help our Third Room?"

"When the First Room takes advantage of having males and bullies us Third Room folks, how come you don't ask your uncle to step in and help?"

"And then, once things pass, you and your Second Aunt give me a few candies, a few hair ties, a few clothes, and think you are kind-hearted Bodhisattvas?"

"Heh, Xia Chuyi, I just can't stand your self-righteous look, as if you are so kind!"

"If you were really kind, when He Qing had his eyes on me, and the He Family disliked our family for being poor, why didn't you help me prepare a dowry, but instead had your uncle help snatch the marriage away?"

"Xia Chuyi, stop pretending to be a good person, everything I've done today is nothing more than taking back what was mine!"

Xia Lan spoke with righteous indignation, spittle flying, completely void of her usual gentle image.