Qin Ruan returned home just in time.
She drove her latest light pink Maserati at a high speed towards the Qin Family mansion.
Before her car even arrived, the exaggerated roar of its exhaust could be heard by everyone in the villa's hall.
In the hall, a young man dressed in a grey casual sportswear descended from the second floor. He had a face similar to Qin Ruan's, but his features were more handsome and stern.
Standing at the top of the stairs, the youth was strikingly handsome, with delicate features, thin lips slightly pursed, his expression a mix of amusement and stoicism, his entire being seeming frivolously charming.
He paused in his steps and glanced toward the entrance.
The familiar exaggerated exhaust sound could only belong to one person in the Qin Family—Qin Ruan.
After Qin Ruan returned to the Qin family and passed her driver's license, her father gave her a light pink Maserati, a latest model that most girls would love.
After half a month without seeing his younger sister, Qin Mei's corner of his mouth slowly curled up, his eyes revealing a sense of pleasant anticipation.
His steps quickened as he descended the stairs, his entire demeanor radiating excitement.
"Amei came down, I was just about to go upstairs to call you for dinner."
Han Xian had a smile on her full face as she looked at Qin Mei, her gaze as warm as water.
The smile on Qin Mei's face quickly disappeared.
His eyes, similar to Qin Ruan's, narrowed slightly, displaying his annoyance as he examined the woman before him.
Before Qin Ruan had returned, he had managed basic politeness towards this woman.
Qin Ruan didn't feel a sense of belonging in this family, and she treated everyone in the house with balanced remove, creating a distant relationship.
This made it difficult for the three men of the family to deal with her, they assumed that having Han Xian might have a mitigating effect.
But recently, they realized it wasn't the case.
After her sister was brought back to the Qin family, this woman, Han Xian, always showed her cunning face openly and secretly.
It was only recently that he, his father, and older brother recognized this behavior, but they had been too busy with the company's affairs to deal with it.
Under Qin Mei's slightly annoyed gaze, Han Xian's smile almost faltered.
She moved her lips slightly, her voice soft as she asked, "What's the matter, why is Amei looking at me like that?"
Qin Mei clicked his tongue, his tone indifferent, "Aunt Han, how many times have I told you, don't call me Amei. People might misunderstand you calling a young lady."
He raised his arm and lightly brushed his messy hair, his actions both cool and disreputable.
His hair was still damp from a recent shower.
With this motion, tiny droplets of water landed on Han Xian's face.
Yet she seemed slightly unaffected, her smile becoming warmer, her eyes curving like crescent moons, the lines at the corners pronouncing a little deeper.
With a voice that was gentle and deliberately affectionate, Han Xian said, "Aunt Han got used to it, calling you Amei since you were shorter than my waist. It was a habit formed over many years, I can't get used to it all of a sudden."
Qin Mei stared at Han Xian with deep, impatient eyes.
As if thinking of something, a hint of ill-intentioned grin tugged the corners of his lips.
Qin Mei slightly furrowed his brows, scrutinized Han Xian from top to bottom, and a concerned expression surfaced on his handsome face.
However, the words coming from his mouth were anything but comforting, "People tend to forget as they get older. Aunt Han, you're no longer young, you should take better care of your health."
"..."
Han Xian's face instantly contorted with anger, her eyes full of rage, she almost lunged forward to scratch Qin Mei's handsome face.
Over the years, Han Xian had spent a fortune on plastic surgery maintenance for her face, even going abroad several times a year.
If she stepped outside now, those who didn't recognize her wouldn't be able to guess her age.
Among the high society ladies her age, her face appeared the youngest.