"*Cough cough*..." Si Chen got caught off guard by a puff of smoke that nearly choked him to death, and he lashed out with a kick, "Are you blind? The women I fancy end up in my bed the next day. Would I fancy him?"
"..." Shen Yifei quickly dodged.
Bo Fengheng's handsome face was already freezing over. He snorted coldly, unkindly striking back, "So what? In the end, weren't you the one who got dumped?"
"..." Si Chen's face turned icy, as if something had struck a vital point, and he shot another kick over, "Fuck, don't fucking bring up what shouldn't be mentioned."
Those who knew him were aware that this was his Achilles' heel, something that most people wouldn't dare to tread on lightly.
But Bo Fengheng thought, isn't that what brothers are for? To hurt each other.
It took a while for Si Chen to catch his breath. He exhaled a puff of smoke and leaned emotionlessly back on the sofa, "So you're saying you don't want your 'bumpkin fiancée' who's about to join the family?"
Bo Fengheng coldly tugged at the corners of his lips, a flash of cold light shimmering in his eyes that flickered with darkness and light, "Why wouldn't I? I've finally caught a glimpse of old Chu's fox tail; I have to go back and investigate everything clearly."
Besides, he was still waiting for that Little Wild Cat to take the bait!
"You have such a big appetite, aren't you afraid the real Chu Junyan will come back to settle the score with you?" Si Chen flicked away some ash, a mocking smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he exhaled a plume of smoke, lending an inexplicably demonic charm to his eyes.
"Does Mr. Si really not know? The real Second Young Master Chu was long ago, emmm..." Shen Yifei always managed to show up just in time to save the day, making a throat-slitting gesture with a smug look.
Si Chen, "..."
He didn't know?
The devilishly attractive man enveloped in smoke just gave him a look and curled his lips slightly, sketching out a derisive smile, "Ignorant."
Shen Yifei, "..."
...
Three days later.
When Mu Yin, disguised and carrying her suitcase, stood at the door of the Tang Family villa, it was already afternoon. The sun, slanting from the west, cast a sanctified glow on her dark skin.
"Miss Qingyue, please come in," the maid said politely, ushering her in.
With a shy smile, Mu Yin said, "Thank you."
Once inside the door, she saw a fashionably dressed lady of the house standing at the entrance to the villa, looking down at her from above, "You're Qingyue?"
Mu Yin was taken aback and didn't react for a moment.
"This is the madam," the maid reminded her kindly, seeing her stupefied.
Of course, Mu Yin recognized her; Chi Ying had provided all the information she needed, it was just that she hadn't yet gotten used to the name Tang Qingyue.
The woman before her was the current Mrs. Tang, He Shiyun, and it was no wonder she managed to ascend from mistress to this position—her beauty truly wasn't lacking. Despite being in her thirties or forties, she showed no signs of aging, dressed lavishly and exuding the grace of a woman accustomed to luxury.
Amiable as always, Mu Yin sweetly lifted her head in response, "Oh, yes, madam..."
This salutation wasn't meant to elevate the other woman or put herself down; it was simply that calling a stranger 'mom'—especially with the suffix 'step-'—was just something she couldn't bring herself to say.
"Come in quickly, your child really does resemble the photos your aunt sent... naive and honest." He Shiyun seemed pleased with her appearance, suddenly discarding her previous wariness and even graciously taking her suitcase herself.
"Hehe..." Mu Yin laughed shyly.
Naive and honest? What a fitting description.
Indeed, as the saying goes, one black sheep ruins the entire flock.
Luckily she was well-prepared, or else she might have blown her cover before even stepping through the door.