Su Ci’s face was impassive. “Congratulations.” “Now get in here and help me with my bath!” After her bath, Su Xue doused herself in a designer perfume. The thought of Fu Nancheng’s impossibly handsome face and a physique that could rival any supermodel’s sent a flush of heat through her entire body. She could hardly wait. “Jealous, aren't you, Su Ci? Remember, you’re just a pathetic stand-in. I’m the real Mrs. Fu.” With that, Su Xue swept out of the room, her head held high. Su Xue entered the master bedroom to find Fu Nancheng already awake, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Darling, I’m here,” she cooed. She threw herself at him. Fu Nancheng had been waiting for her, for her scent. But as she drew near, he was hit not by the fragrance he expected, but by a cloying cloud of perfume. Roses. It smelled generic and tacky. Fu Nancheng shoved her away. “What is that smell? Why isn’t it the scent I remember from the bed?” Su Xue froze. *The scent from the bed?* She hadn’t even slept in it yet. Before, it had always been… Su Ci. He wanted Su Ci’s scent? Just then, Fu Nancheng’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t tell me the person sleeping in this bed… wasn’t you?” *Oh god, he was going to find out.* “It was me, darling, it was! I just… I took a bath with flower petals, and it must have covered up my natural scent…” “Then what are you waiting for? Go wash it off. I want the scent I remember. If I don't get it, you can forget about being Mrs. Fu.” “Yes, of course.” Su Xue could tell he was in a foul mood, though she had no idea who had provoked him. She scrambled out of the room without another word. ………… Su Ci was about to go to sleep when the door opened and a sullen-faced Su Xue stormed in. “What are you doing back here? Did Fu Nancheng throw you out already?” “…Su Ci, you’re going to sleep with my husband tonight.” *What?* Su Xue wanted her to sleep with Fu Nancheng *again*? “I’m not going,” Su Ci refused flatly. Su Xue’s fists clenched, her eyes blazing with jealous fury. As if she *wanted* this! She hated it! But she had no choice. Fu Nancheng wanted Su Ci’s scent. If Su Ci didn’t go in, he would discover the truth, and she refused to lose her title as Mrs. Fu. Just then, Su Xue took out her phone and played a video. Su Ci looked up and saw her grandmother on the screen, lying in a hospital bed dressed in a standard-issue gown. It had been so long. Her grandmother’s hair had turned completely white, and her body was frail. With an oxygen mask over her face, she drifted in and out of consciousness, murmuring her name. “Cici… Cici…” “So, are you going or not?” Su Xue’s voice was venomous. “If you refuse, I’ll have someone remove your grandmother’s oxygen mask right now. By the way, she misses you terribly. She’s probably worried someone is bullying you. She calls your name all day long.” Red instantly rimmed Su Ci’s eyes. She fixed Su Xue with an icy glare. “Fine. I’ll go.” “I’m only letting you sleep next to my husband,” Su Xue spat, “but you are not to let him touch you. And you must be out of that room before six in the morning. Don’t you dare stay a minute longer!” She ground her teeth in frustration. She had thought tonight would be her night of passion with Fu Nancheng, and instead, she was handing it over to that bitch, Su Ci. For now, time was short. She would just have to get through tonight and come up with a better plan tomorrow. Su Ci simply said, “Fine.” “Hurry up and put on some makeup to cover that scar on your face. A sight like you will definitely scare my husband!” Only the sight of the scar on Su Ci’s face brought Su Xue a sliver of satisfaction as she walked out. Su Ci sat down at the vanity. But instead of reaching for foundation to cover the scar, she picked up a bottle of makeup remover. Slowly, she began to wipe the scar away. In its place, her cool and stunningly beautiful face was revealed.