The resentment in Liang Xiaomin's heart was already almost impossible to suppress.
Ever since Hao Jian had told her a few days ago, "You're not qualified to speak with Li Ye," Liang Xiaomin had been simmering with anger.
A bunch of upstart mud-legged peasants—put on a set of new clothes, and they forgot how shabby and poor they used to be?
Although Guo Donglun's meeting with Li Ye last time had confirmed that Li Ye had already climbed a high branch and was no longer someone who could be easily controlled, in Liang Xiaomin's eyes, Li Ye was still a cunning little man born from the mud.
When Hao Jian and the others had first arrived in Yangcheng, they had been nothing but a pack of "beggars." Even Liang Xiaomin, a mere nanny, had not deigned to spare them a proper glance.
Yet in only a few years, even Hao Jian dared put on airs before her, Liang Xiaomin, while Li Ye acted as though he were someone above them all.
This was simply bullying people beyond all measure. If not for Guo Donglun's pity back then, where would Hao Jian be today? Where would Li Ye be today?
Liang Xiaomin had already asked around. When Hao Jian and the others arrived in Yangcheng, Li Ye and his wife had both been studying in Qingshui County. Even if she had been a wealthy young lady fallen on hard times, she was still a wealthy young lady. Why would she have taken a liking to Li Ye?
Because Hao Jian had made money for Li Ye, and even the ideas for making that money had been the wealthy young lady's handiwork, Li Ye owed Guo Donglun a tremendous favor.
But where did the current Li Ye look like someone who acknowledged