C94 Did He Catch Him?

As Second Concubine finished speaking, she shot a glance at Ye Nianci, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. Seeing Nianci's face turn uneasy, Second Concubine felt a wicked satisfaction, her gaze as sharp and venomous as a snake, fixated on the two sisters before her.

Suddenly, a foot struck hard against Second Concubine's knee. The pain hit her before she could utter a word, causing her to grimace and stumble to the side. Ye Yuvyuv quickly seized the moment, pulling Nianci along as they bypassed her and headed upstairs.

On the second floor, Ye Yuvyuv abruptly stopped. She turned, her smile chillingly enigmatic, and coldly stared at Second Concubine, who was about to follow them. "Second Concubine, if you come any closer, I promise my mother's spirit will visit you in the dead of night," she said, her voice as eerie as if it came from a haunted realm.

Second Concubine shivered, too frightened to move another step.

On the third floor, in Ye Yuvyuv's room, Nianci was led inside by her sister. Watching Yuvyuv close the door and turn around, Nianci felt a pang of guilt. Her voice was hesitant, "Yuvyuv, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Sis, what are you trying to say?" Yuvyuv asked with a warm smile, taking her sister's comforting hand and sitting on the bed. She thought her sister's hands were always so warm, just like their mother's, offering a sense of comfort.

From the moment she returned, Yuvyuv had vowed to protect her sister, ensuring she wouldn't be harmed by deceitful people again. As for Wen Shixing, that scoundrel had the nerve to come looking for trouble. Well, she was ready to deal with him.

"Yuvyuv, if you really like him, I... I can step aside," Nianci said after taking a deep breath, finally conceding. She thought she shouldn't compete with her sister, even if that man had told her he liked her.

But she couldn't just do that.

She only had this one sister. How could she bear to break her heart and make her resent her?

So, Nianci made up her mind.

"Big Sis, are you really going to let me have Wen Shixing?" Yuvyuv suddenly asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement, bright and dazzling.

The reluctance in Nianci's heart faded when she saw her sister's eyes light up, solidifying her decision.

She couldn't compete with her sister. This was her dear sister, and nothing could compare. She nodded, "Yes, Yuvyuv, whatever you like and want, I'll do my best to give it to you."

Yuvyuv's bright smile froze for a moment.

Her heart ached suddenly, a sharp pain. She squeezed her sister's hand tightly, wanting to say, "Big Sis, are you crazy? Would you give me everything I ask for, even your life?"

But she already knew the answer from her sister's tragic end in their past life.

Yuvyuv fought the urge to hug her sister, forcing a radiant smile and playfully chirping, "Big Sis, I knew you were the best."

Nianci smiled bitterly, thinking that what she was doing must be worth it.

Yuvyuv's eyes lowered slightly, filled with a chilling coldness as she thought, "Wen Shixing, you scoundrel, it's time for you to experience a fate worse than death, to face hellfire and torment, unable to live or die!"

The next day.

Everything in the Ye family was as usual.

After breakfast, everyone went about their day.

Those who needed to work went to work, like Ye Mingyuan, who gave Yuvyuv and Nianci an extra glance before leaving.

Nianci also went to work. She was now officially a teacher at a prestigious girls' school, teaching literature. She hadn't missed a day or been late since she started.

As she left, she smiled and nodded at Yuvyuv, as if nothing had happened between them the previous night. But just before stepping out, she turned back and hugged Yuvyuv, whispering in her sister's ear, "Don't worry, I won't go back on my promise."

Without waiting for Yuvyuv to respond, she hurried away. Yuvyuv felt a pang in her heart but didn't call her sister back or say anything, knowing it wasn't the right time yet. Once she exposed Wen Shixing's true nature, her sister would see everything clearly.

Zijun, carrying his backpack, walked to the door but suddenly turned back. At just nine years old, he was already a tall boy, staring up at Yuvyuv with sharp, piercing eyes. His gaze made Yuvyuv uneasy, and she took a step back, wary. "What do you want, you little brat?"

"Ever heard the saying, 'If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear'?" Zijun stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Just a reminder—don't cause trouble."

Yuvyuv glared at him, tempted to smack the smug look off his face. But Zijun had already turned away, heading to school as if nothing had happened.

At 11 p.m., Yuvyuv dressed in sleek, dark clothes—a deep red shirt, black skinny pants, and soft leather boots. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. She climbed over the garden wall and slipped out.

Landing softly on the ground, her bright eyes scanned the darkness until she spotted the car waiting for her under the sycamore tree. She approached quickly, peering into the driver's seat. "Tom?"

"Miss Yuvyuv, it's me. Please, hop in," Tom said, startled awake from a light nap.

Tom's eyes widened when he saw Yuvyuv, and he quickly moved to jump out of the car to help her with the door.

Yuvyuv waved her hand dismissively. "No need, I can get in myself."

With that, the car door opened, and Yuvyuv smoothly settled into the back seat, closing the door behind her. Her eyes were bright and clear. "Did you catch the person?"

Hearing the cool, clear voice from the back seat, Tom snapped to attention. It was as if her voice had a refreshing effect on him. He replied respectfully, "Rest assured, Miss Yuvyuv. Our young master took your instructions to heart. We caught the person by evening and have them locked up in the basement."

"Good, take me there," Yuvyuv said, her large eyes flashing with a sharp glint in the night.

Tom felt a chill down his spine and quickly started the car. Ever since someone had broken into the young master's room and whipped him, Tom had developed a certain respect for the young lady in the back seat who had once punished the young master.

Tom always thought the girl in the back seat was unlike any ordinary young lady. Rumors often painted the Fifth Miss Ye as wild and unruly, lacking the grace of a noblewoman, more like a girl raised in the countryside.