"Overdramatic." Lin Mengyao watched as Lan Xin Ai hesitantly accepted the bracelet; her eyes gleamed red with jealousy.
This woman was so pretentious. In possession of the heirloom of the Xi family, she was likely thrilled on the inside but feigned indifference on the outside. Who was she putting on this false face for?
Lan Xin Ai glanced at Lin Mengyao. Although she was good-tempered and generally avoided conflict with others, her cousin always seemed to be hostile toward her.
The young woman gently chuckled, playfully swaying the bracelet in her hand: "Granny, this bracelet is so beautiful. It looks as if there's water flowing inside."
Lin Mengyao was itching to snatch the bracelet from her hand.
Xi Yemo's eyes flashed with amusement. The young lady was quite mischievous, and he found her utterly endearing.
"This bracelet is a family heirloom; it used to be part of Empress Dowager XiaoZhuang's dowry. It looks very beautiful on your wrist."
