Dong Jing forced a painful smile. "Mom, tell me, what other man can surpass Yu Jingchen? He's young, handsome, highly educated, intelligent, holds a high position, and has limitless potential... If I married him, I could have a $%&% future! But now, I can only watch as another woman stands by his side, and together they will reach the pinnacle in the future!"
Dong Jing's mother felt deep regret and frustration at her daughter's words. "Yes, it was my fault. I shouldn't have persuaded you to leave, shouldn't have made you refuse to marry Yu Jingchen."
"It's all your fault. I seriously doubt how my father could marry such a short-sighted woman like you. If it were another woman, I wouldn't be in this situation now."
Dong Jing's mother took a painful step back, heartbroken by her daughter's resentment. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry."
