C18

After a secretive discussion, the group quietly dispersed.

Nuange had keenly noticed that Xia Lan recently started bringing up her marriage in front of Zhengxin, subtly shifting the focus onto Yuh Zhaoran while deliberately ignoring her presence. She didn't mind much, often sitting on the couch watching Xia Lan, who was quite a bit older, flirt with Zhengxin, feeling a bit nauseated. However, what truly bothered her was the malicious gaze and smug demeanor of Qianqian, signaling that something was definitely brewing.

"What's the matter? Is there something you can't talk about?"

Late at night, in the darkness, the butler of the Yu family villa stood respectfully, bowing as if trying to make himself invisible. The voice from the other side was so cold it sent a shiver down his spine. Despite having lived through many events over the decades as the house's butler, he had to admit he was intimidated by this young woman.

"Miss, I don't know what you're asking about."

"Oh, really? You don't know, huh? Come on, Uncle Butler, you know I don't want much. I'm just curious about my dear stepmother and siblings."

"Yes, yes, but what exactly would you like to know, Miss?"

"I just want to know what my dear stepmother is up to."

"Madam hasn't been doing much, just staying home every day, keeping Mr. Yu company. It's just that you've been busy lately, coming home late every night. As for the young master, he's been attending school."

"Mm."

Nuange sat on the window seat, squinting at the flickering lights outside. No matter how many times she saw them, she was always amazed at how incredible people are these days. The night tried to envelop everything, yet it couldn't dim those bright lights.

"So beautiful."

She twisted the ring on her finger, a stunning jade piece that added an air of elegance to her slender hand. She squinted, pondering what these people were planning. How could she counterattack without revealing herself?

A smile slowly spread across her lips as she watched a black car glide to a stop at the villa's entrance. A woman in a black dress stepped out, swaying slightly with each step.

Qianqian was quite a choice.

Isn't it exciting?

She seemed like a gentle, obedient woman, fragile as if a breeze could topple her. Yet, she was like a beast lurking in the shadows, eyes locked on her prey. And the prey thought it was the predator—how amusing is that?

"Zhaoran, are you ready yet? Their wedding is next week, and I can't wait! I want to see this woman fall from grace. I want to see her unable to flaunt herself. I just want to watch her suffer, crushed under my feet, never able to rise again!"

"Sis, why are you in such a hurry?"

"And you? What are you waiting for?"

Qianqian looked at him, clearly confident, and asked anxiously, "I heard that woman say the Qin family is planning to announce the big wedding tomorrow!"

"Really?"

Zhaoran's eyes flickered, and he let out a cold laugh. "Then there will be news tonight."

"Really?"

"Of course."

Qianqian excitedly sat in front of the computer, eager to see Nuange's downfall and the chaos it would bring. Her blood was boiling with anticipation. But as the night passed, the internet remained surprisingly calm, leaving her bewildered.

"What's going on?"