A knot of dread tightened in Su Ci’s stomach as a thought struck her. The man at the helm of the Fu family, known for keeping women at arm’s length, his face perennially impassive—he was the untouchable prize no one had ever claimed. She couldn't have… taken his virginity, could she? No wonder he was so furious. True, she had been the one to initiate things, but then he'd woken up, shoving her aside before flipping over to pin her down… Su Ci felt a searing heat on her neck and collarbone, right where he had bitten her, and the aching soreness that wracked her body suddenly became agonizingly clear. "My husband, you must have the wrong person. This is the new maid, Su Ci!" Seeing the situation devolve, Su Xue immediately intervened. She shot Su Ci a venomous look. *The little bitch, always trying to seduce men. She should take a look in the mirror at that ugly face of hers!* "A maid?" Fu Nancheng gazed down at her imperiously, his calm expression masking a probing assessment. Meeting a gaze like that made Su Ci’s heart hammer, but she lifted her chin unflinchingly, deliberately exposing the long scar on her right cheek to his view. "Young Master, you have the wrong person. I don't know you. I'm just a maid here." Only then did Fu Nancheng see the scar. The long gash ran from the top of her cheek to the bottom, a ghastly and jarring line that ruined any semblance of beauty. Fu Nancheng’s brow furrowed slightly. This definitely wasn't the face. "Then why were you running?" "I wasn't running, Young Master. I was just on my way to the kitchen to work." Fu Nancheng stared at her for a few seconds. The face he'd seen in the room was Su Xue's. And yet, with Su Xue standing right beside him now, he'd somehow mistaken her for a maid. "You may go." "Yes, Young Master." Su Ci turned and disappeared into the kitchen. Fu Nancheng left Su Xue standing there and went upstairs. ………… Su Xue stormed into the kitchen and found Su Ci. "Su Ci, I'm warning you. Stay away from my husband!" Su Ci gave her a cool glance. "I can stay away. I can leave Yu Yuan right now. But you have to release my grandmother." "…It's not over yet. I've already told him you're the new maid. He'll get suspicious if he doesn't see you around. For now, you'll stay here and play the part." Work as a maid here? The memory of Fu Nancheng's imperious, scrutinizing gaze still made Su Ci shudder. She didn't want to stay. But the thought of her grandmother left her no other choice. "In that case, Su Xue, you'd better pull out all the stops and secure your position as Mrs. Fu. I'm sure you don't want me sticking around to watch you fail." "…" Su Xue stared into Su Ci's eyes—so clear and bright, with an indescribable, captivating allure. She wanted nothing more than to gouge them out. How could an ugly girl have such beautiful eyes? Her own face, in fact, was the result of plastic surgery. She’d paid a fortune for a master surgeon who once told her he’d seen a breathtakingly beautiful girl on the most bustling street in the Imperial Capital, and that he had modeled her new face after that very girl's. And now, Su Ci, brought back from the countryside—when the scar was hidden, her face was an exact match. Could Su Ci be that girl from the capital? Impossible. She was just an ugly girl from the countryside; she probably didn't even know where the Imperial Capital was. The wave of jealousy in Su Xue’s eyes slowly subsided. No matter how beautiful her eyes were, they couldn't hide the scar on her face. An ugly girl was an ugly girl. "Ugly freak!" Su Xue spat the insult with a smug grin, then sashayed out of the kitchen. She called out to Auntie Zhou outside, "Put Su Ci in the smallest maid's room, and give her the filthiest, most exhausting chores!" ………… Su Ci returned to the maid's room. She sat before the mirror, gazing at the long scar on her face. The truth was…