Shen Niantang put down the envelope in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly. The handwriting on the letter paper was as cold and sharp as Chen Jinlan herself. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the heavy ache in her chest, but those grating words still echoed in her mind:
"Your father has decided that from now on, he will not give you another penny. If you know what's good for you, you'll hurry back and hand over your position in the military to Shen Rou. Otherwise, your father will pretend he never had a daughter like you!"
A cold sneer touched the corners of Shen Niantang's lips, a flash of mockery in her eyes. Chen Jinlan's abacus was certainly clicked to a fine tune, actually expecting her to give up the job she had fought so hard to secure just to accommodate Shen Rou? She gently folded the letter paper and tossed it casually onto the table, as if it were some filthy thing. The letter paper slid to the edge of the desk, almost falling off, but she couldn't be bothered to spare it another glance.
Chapter 17