How wonderful it would be if the b*tch were dead!
Especially when she thought that this woman Wen Shiyu was now living a happier and more successful life than anyone else, the hatred in her heart was about to bury her.
Why should this woman be able to live such a happy life now, while she had to live like a rat, hiding in the gutter, incognito!
“Wen Shiyu, as long as I am here, you will never have a better life than me. Sooner or later, I will return to you the pain you have inflicted on me, ten times a hundred times a thousand times, and I will make you regret offending me!
Susan gritted her teeth, and the veins at the corners of her forehead looked hideous and terrifying because of her anger.
At this moment, Susan hated Wen Shiyu even more than before.
She hated Wen Shiyu so much that she wanted him to die.
Because she felt that it was Wen Shiyu’s appearance that had caused all her misfortunes now.
If Wen Shiyu hadn’t appeared in Hathaway Orchestra, she would still be Hathaway Orchestra’s most beautiful principal violinist.
And Wen Shiyu had ruined her career and now her hand, her dream!
A month ago, her hand healed, but she has not been able to play the violin again.
She still remembers to this day what the doctor said at that time.
“The trauma Miss Su suffered before was so severe that even though she has been recuperating well and recovering, there is still irreparable damage left on the meridians, and this damage will affect Miss Su’s forceful play when she plays the violin.”
At that time when she got this result, Susan did not believe it.
She was born for the violin, how could she not even be able to play the violin in the future.
You could say that for a while, she tried every day, trying to prove that she could play the violin.
But the results were desperate.
And as a result, she became decadent.
She drank and went mad every day, and she was as good as dead.
In the end, it was her father who couldn’t stand it and called Hathaway to help her.
At that time, Hathaway took pity on her and took her into the orchestra because of her talent.
“I know it’s hard for you right now, hurting your hand and not being able to play the violin, but one can’t give up when a little difficulty strikes, there are always more solutions than difficulties.”
Hathaway couldn’t look past Susan’s self-loathing and took it back and poured in a good dose of chicken soup for the soul.
She then taught Susan some methods and techniques with the intention of reinventing Susan’s dreams.
Needless to say, this worked and Susan was soon back on her feet.
But she wanted to play the piano again, and the difficulties involved were not something that the average person could endure.
When she thought of the pain she had endured during that time, the hatred in Susan’s eyes was turning into substance.
Even so, she could not play the piano like a normal person now.
“Wen Shiyu, all this crying I have suffered will be repaid to you sooner or later!”
Susan cursed almost through her teeth.
And this time, she followed Hathaway’s band over because Hathaway could see that she was too gloomy-minded, so she asked her to come along for a break.
But she didn’t know that this would only irritate her more and make her even more unable to swallow this anger.
Wen Shiyu didn’t know any of these things.
When the day of the performance came, she started preparing early.
After all, it was her best friend’s first performance as a headliner, so she naturally had to support her.
Secondly, it was also to give Hathaway face.
It was also the first time she had appeared in public after giving birth, so naturally she had to be discreet.
That evening, Wen Shiyu accompanied Feng Shenye and Xiao Bao’er after dinner and prepared to leave.
Little Bao’er uneasily admonished beside her, “Mommy, take care of yourself at night and come back early, my brother and I will wait for you at home.”
“Okay.”
Wen Shiyu replied with a smile on her lips, and then followed Feng Shenye to leave.
Feng Shenye himself drove her to the entrance of the musical, and then took her out of the car and put her in a wheelchair.
Mo Na had long since received the news and was waiting at the entrance.
When she saw them, she quickly stepped forward to greet them, “Mr. Feng, Shiyu.”
“I’m counting on you to take care of Shiyu tonight, if there’s anything, call me.”