Ming Ge smirked coldly.
Yin Ruowei had established an image in the entertainment industry as a white, rich, and beautiful figure, with every piece of her clothing, bags, and accessories being luxury brands, yet no one knew she was the stepdaughter of the Ming Family.
It seemed that this mother and daughter pair of white lotuses had the idea of making the old man come forward to acknowledge Yin Ruowei's identity.
"Miss, those two have made some trouble and are now complaining to the master," Nanny Rong reported to Ming Ge as she bent down to fetch her shoes.
To Nanny Rong's generation, stepmothers and stepdaughters were just like the evil characters in Cinderella's fairy tale, bullying the legitimate children and causing family strife.
Ming Ge had moved out to live on her own precisely because of this mother and daughter.
Compared to the white lotus mother and daughter who had later taken over the household, Nanny Rong's heart naturally leaned towards Ming Ge, whom she had watched grow up from a child.
Speaking of the two, Nanny Rong pursed her lips and lowered her voice, "Miss Ruwei is probably counting on the master stepping in to help her quell this scandal... You must be careful, Miss."
Ming Ge kicked off her ten-centimeter heels and stepped into a pair of clean, soft slippers, nodding, "Don't worry, Nanny Rong, I know."
The girl's voice was very calm when she said these words, absent the cynicism that had characterized her rebellious teenage years.
Even if hatred had seeped into her bones, she could now dismiss it with a laugh, flinging the dust to oblivion.
Nanny Rong paused.
The Miss seemed to have changed.
But this Miss seemed to have become even more... charismatic.
Nanny Rong felt a surge of relief in her heart, then turned her head and called out to the inside of the house in a surprised tone, "Sir, the Miss is back!"
In the villa's living room, the air suddenly stilled for a moment, and the lamenting complaints ceased.
The male head of the Ming Family's eyes lit up, wanting to stand, but then something crossed his mind, dulling the brightness in his eyes, and he sat back down.
Ming Ge flicked her long black curls, lazily shuffling in her slippers as she walked in, "Keep crying, go on, why have you stopped?"
Her voice preceded her presence.
Yin Ruowei, dressed in a ladylike white lace dress, sat on the couch, being hugged by her mother Yin Yilan, who couldn't compare with Ming Ge's striking delicacy. Ruowei's pale expression was like a lotus, her eyes slightly red, a single glistening tear hanging from her cheek.
On the coffee table in front of her, more than half a box of tissues had been used.
Ming Ge stared at Yin Ruowei for a moment.
Her gaze was strange, as if undercurrents surged beneath the surface.
The person whom she had personally been killed by in her past life, dead by her hands, was now vividly alive before her.
This plot was really fucking weird.
And these feelings were really fucking complicated.
Yin Ruowei's heart trembled.
Ming Ge... what was she looking at?
She felt as if she were being looked at like one would a dead person.
Yin Ruowei shuddered and involuntarily clenched the tissue in her hand, sobbing gently and awkwardly, "Sister Ming Ge, I know you hate me and have never treated me like a sister, but now that I'm in this state, you don't have to kick me while I'm down or mock me, right?"
Ming Ge feigned ignorance and blinked, "What state are you in now?"
"..." Yin Ruowei bit her lip, her eyes showing a hint of red, "Why would you knowingly ask, Sister Ming Ge?"
Ming Ge put on an innocent expression as if she genuinely knew nothing.
Seeing this, Nanny Rong hurriedly said, "Miss, these are all distasteful matters not fit for your ears; it's better you don't know."
Well done, Nanny Rong!
Watching Yin Ruowei's beautiful and pure lotus-like face turn pale and then blush, revealing an embarrassed expression, Ming Ge struggled to hold back her laughter.
She walked over, picked up the entertainment tabloid that was conspicuously placed on the coffee table, pretended to read through it, and then tossed it aside.
Ming Ge brushed her hair aside, speaking in an unhurried tone, with a carefree drawl that managed to make Yin Ruowei's face redden with shame and indignation.
"You mean this? At first, I really didn't know. Turns out, Ruwei, you were actually slept by that fat and old Director Zhu with a bad reputation," Ming Ge said.
"..."
I didn't!
It's all fake!
Yin Ruowei wanted to retort.
But Ming Ge didn't give her the chance, "However, regardless of whether I know or not, you've said yourself that I hate you and have never treated you as a sister, so isn't it perfectly normal for me to be kicking you while you're down or mocking you?"
She smiled faintly, negotiating with her, "So, don't look at me as if I slept with you and then refused to take responsibility, okay?"