The truth was, she didn't look like this. She was a Su daughter, too. But years ago, the family had brought home the wrong child, raising the imposter, Su Qianrou, while she, the true heiress, grew up in the countryside. When the Su family finally brought her back, they were repulsed by the scar on her face and scorned her lack of worldly experience, a consequence of her rural upbringing. They never formally acknowledged her as their own. She was relegated to the maid's quarters in the Su family home, where she endured their constant disdain. The second daughter, Su Xue, took particular pleasure in tormenting her. Just as she was planning to return to the countryside, the Su family arranged a marriage alliance with the Fu family. To force her to take her sister's place, they had taken her grandmother hostage, leaving her powerless and trapped. Su Ci lowered her gaze, masking the icy resolve in her eyes. She had to get her grandmother back. ………… Back in the master bedroom, Fu Nancheng took a cold shower and now stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, clad in black silk pajamas. Beams of brilliant light from the city outside refracted through the glass, casting a magnificent, shifting glow upon his cold, handsome features. He poured a glass of red wine and took a sip. The rich, mellow bouquet of the vintage spread across his palate. His mind drifted unexpectedly to the girl's kiss. It was clean and innocent, a smooth, fragrant sweetness that surpassed the wine—a taste entirely new to him. Fu Nancheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed absently. He knew he should have dealt with Su Xue when he’d caught her today. But some inexplicable impulse had made him hold back. “Shh, don't ask. If you have to ask... I'm your wife.” Setting down the wine glass, Fu Nancheng lay down on the large, soft bed. She had slept in this bed. For two years. And on it, Fu Nancheng detected a faint, lingering fragrance. A captivating scent, as if she were still lying on the pillow beside him. He’d caught the same scent last night. He’d been plagued by severe insomnia for years, but last night, he had actually slept. Was it because of her scent? Did he need her scent to be able to sleep? To test this theory, Fu Nancheng rose and went downstairs. He found her slender figure in the living room almost immediately. He approached her from behind, his hands settling on the soft curve of her waist. Su Ci had been up for a while. She was in the living room, trimming the stems of some flowers before arranging them in a vase. Then, the sound of steady footsteps approached from behind her. An instant later, a pair of large hands landed on her waist. His broad, firm chest pressed against her back, pulling her slender frame into his embrace. Su Ci’s lashes fluttered, her entire body freezing in an instant. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Fu Nancheng. He was the master of the house; there was no one else it could be. Why was he holding her? Could he have recognized her? Just then, he lowered his handsome face to her neck, inhaling her scent. His voice was a low murmur. “Su Xue, why do you smell so good? What perfume is that?” A fiery blush instantly scorched Su Ci’s cheeks. She whirled around. “Sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not the young mistress!”