At that moment, Feng Yueya finally experienced firsthand Yun Shangyuan's jealous behavior.
They both cared too much about each other, their minds and hearts so narrow that they could only accommodate one another.
The existence of any grain of sand made them uncomfortable, only feeling at ease after having squeezed it out.
Hai Ruoyan was suddenly stunned; she had not expected Feng Yueya to say such words to her.
Feng Yueya looked fierce, her demeanor proud, entirely different from the naive and childish Feng Yueya she had known before.
She sized her up with a glance, scoffed coldly, "Who do you think you are, to speak to me like that!"
Feng Yueya stared back at her, her tone frosty, "Because I am his wife!"
"The prince hasn't carried you over his threshold in a grand wedding palanquin yet. Don't get ahead of yourself!"
"Ha, with or without the grand wedding palanquin, he and I have already been to the altar. That is an undeniable fact!"
