C8 He Was Not Afraid of Ghosts Knocking on His Door If He Did Not Do Anything That Would Make Him Fe

Yuvyuv confidently led her sister, following Mrs. Sui into their family’s small villa. She acted as if she hadn’t noticed the woman standing on the steps, the same one who had just shouted sharply. As soon as she stepped into the living room, she suddenly let go of her sister’s hand, signaling for her and Mrs. Sui to go ahead.

Turning around, she spun on her heel, her bright face suddenly magnified in front of the woman.

“Ah, you scared me!” the woman shrieked.

“What’s the matter, Second Concubine? They say if you haven’t done anything wrong, you don’t fear ghosts knocking at your door. Do I look like a ghost to you? Or have you done something shameful that seeing me, a living person, frightens you so much?”

Yuvyuv stared coldly at the Second Concubine, her eyes usually warm and beautiful, now filled with an icy chill.

Second Concubine, huh! In her past life, in the Ye family, she was treated with the respect of the Great Madam, much like her own late mother.

Look at her outfit. She certainly dressed the part.

A double-sided embroidered qipao from the city’s most famous embroidery shop, made of the finest silk, with a luxurious white rabbit fur stole draped over her shoulders. Around her neck was a pink pearl necklace, clearly of the highest quality in both color and luster.

A pink pearl necklace?

Even her shoes were high heels from a high-end boutique in the foreign concession.

This ensemble wasn’t cheap; it must have cost at least a hundred dollars.

A hundred dollars! Her father, with his penny-pinching ways, wouldn’t have spent so freely on her. Besides, her father didn’t care for unattractive women.

Second Concubine wasn’t pretty; she was rather plain.

Hmm, it seems her father really was a man who appreciated beauty.

Years ago, her own mother, a well-bred young lady from the city, who had even studied abroad, was simply out having fun with friends. That's when her father, still a bandit back then, spotted her and forcibly took her as his wife. Yes, her mother was indeed taken by force by her father.

"You, you child, what nonsense are you spouting? What have I done to deserve such words? Now that you're back, shouldn't you go inside and pay your respects to your grandmother?" The Second Concubine was seething inside, but she managed to force a gracious smile, gently coaxing the young girl in front of her. Yet, the handkerchief she was twisting in her hands betrayed her true feelings.

Yuvyuv smiled faintly, her eyes fixed on the Second Concubine, who was putting on the facade of a gentlewoman. A cold feeling stirred in her heart. In her past life, the tragedies that befell the Ye family—from her eldest sister to her father, herself, and the entire family—made her wonder which of these concubines, kept in the family, was the most troublesome and venomous snake in hiding.

Was it the Second Concubine, who acted like the lady of the house, or the Third Concubine, who seemed all looks and no brains? Perhaps it was the Fourth Concubine, who was indifferent to everything, or the Fifth Concubine, who came from a dance hall and was always kind to the Ye sisters? Or maybe none of them were innocent, all conspiring with outsiders to bring about their downfall?

After all, the major gold theft case in her past life, when her father, as the Finance Secretary, lost a fortune that could have toppled half of Haicheng, had made outside forces green with envy.

Ha! Yuvyuv's heart was cold, her gaze icy as she looked at the Second Concubine. Her voice suddenly lifted, "Oh, is that so? I thought the Second Concubine had done something to wrong me." With that, she laughed, as if she didn't have a care in the world.

A bright, radiant face, with a smile as captivating as a blooming rose, was impossible to look away from. The Second Wife felt a wave of unease wash over her as she watched this young girl, secretly worried about something. Yet, as she caught another glimpse of the girl's stunning face, a surge of jealousy and anger flared up inside her.

She cursed silently, "Little vixen, just like her mother, always had that bewitching charm. Back in the day, she had the master's heart wrapped around her finger. And now, even after her mother's gone, the master dotes on this little vixen."

The handkerchief in her hand was twisted into a torn mess, and she didn't even notice.

Yuvyuv seemed to have smiled enough. Her delicate, pale hand suddenly reached for the Second Wife's neck, a flash of bloodthirsty madness in her eyes.