My sister is dead. Someone threw my sister into a beggar's den and tortured her to death. That person was Mrs. Zhou, Qiao Yan. My sister overheard a secret of hers. Before marrying Zhou Sihan, she had an illegitimate child. My sister knelt before her and begged her, saying she had no parents and only a younger sister still in school to take care of. She would spare her life, even if it meant cutting off her tongue. But Qiao Yan had my sister dragged away anyway. I clutched the knot of love in my hand tightly. Sisters share a common heart. Our family was poor, our parents died young, and my sister entered the Tianshang Renjian academy, where she became a girl. She used the money she earned to support my education and raise me. She always hugged me and said, "Don't be afraid, Ruanruan. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up." My sky is gone. I've lost my sister. I hate Qiao Yan. I'm determined to get revenge. Qiao Yan made me lose the person I love most, so I'm going to make her lose the person she loves most. The person Qiao Yan loves most is, of course, her husband, Zhou Sihan! If she lost him, she'd probably go crazy. The thought of it excited me. I picked up Zhou Sihan's photo. Haicheng had always been dominated by the Zhou family. In the photo, Zhou Sihan looked young and handsome, a man blessed with status and power, possessing a particularly elegant and charming air. Crucially, he was a good husband. He and Qiao Yan had been in love and affection for three years, and he hadn't had any other women outside. I laughed out loud. Is this true? I gently caressed Zhou Sihan's handsome face. Qiao Yan, do you think your husband would take the bait? ………… I entered the Zhou family villa and became a maid. That evening, I went to Zhou Sihan and Qiao Yan's master bedroom and helped them make their beds. Just then, two bright beams of car headlights shone through the polished French windows, and I knew Zhou Sihan had returned. I reached out to turn off the wall light in the room. As my vision fell into darkness, there was a click. The door opened, and Zhou Sihan was back. Zhou Sihan walked over and hugged me from behind. The man, slightly tipsy, had been drinking, his voice low and mellow, yet captivating. He whispered softly into my ear, "Wife~" I wanted to laugh. What a good husband! What about my sister's life? I squirmed slightly, my delicate body moving restlessly in his arms. Zhou Sihan's large hand landed on my waist, pinching it. He asked, a bit surprised, "Why is your waist so thin today?" I heard his breathing grow heavy, and soon his large hand slipped under the hem of my shirt and kneaded it a few times. I sneered. "Do you like it, Zhou Sihan?" Back when my sister and I went to Heaven on Earth, Sister Ling took a liking to me. I was delicate and lithe, with a thin waist and ample breasts. Sister Ling said I was born with a natural charm, and if I wanted it, the top spot would be mine. It was Sister who protected me. She corrected me, saying that my daughter, Ruanruan, was a scholar and needed to live a respectable life. I know I'm a beauty. Back in college, those rich second-generation kids and the school hunk would come my way at my beckoning. Sister, I don't want to live a respectable life anymore. I just want to take them all to hell with me! Zhou Sihan's body pressed against mine. I could already feel his scorching heat, and I immediately began my performance. I struggled to turn around, placing my hands on his chest and timidly calling him, "Sir, no!" Hearing my voice, Zhou Sihan was startled. "Who are you?" I reached out and flicked on the wall lamp. Her watery eyes looked at him like a frightened deer. "Sir, you've got the wrong person. I'm not the mistress. I'm Ruan Ruan, the maid here!" Zhou Sihan froze as he looked at me. Just then, the tap-tap-tap of Qiao Yan's high heels suddenly filled the air outside.