"I've got it, I can do it myself!" Wen Xi’s face was ashen, her hands clutching the gown in a death grip she refused to release. "Shuyu!" The standoff was broken by Ou He's voice from the doorway. "Qinghan, you're here too. What's going on?" Lu Qinghan withdrew his hand, his gaze resting on Wen Xi for a moment. "Shuyu's dress is stained," he said, his tone even. "I was helping her change." "I'll take care of it. It's a good chance to touch up Shuyu's makeup, anyway. Qinghan, why don't you go on down and see to our guests?" As she spoke, Ou He moved to stand directly between Lu Qinghan and Wen Xi, blocking his line of sight. Lu Qinghan didn't press the matter and left. The moment he was gone, the smile vanished from Ou He’s face. Her hand whipped out, striking Wen Xi with a vicious slap. "You little bitch," she hissed. "Don't you forget your place. You are nothing but Shuyu's double!" A sharp sting bloomed on Wen Xi's cheek, but any defense was useless. A cold smile touched her lips. "If you're so worried, Mrs. Mu, why did you have me stand in for Miss Mu in the first place?" "You dare talk back to me?" Ou He glared, furious. If it weren't for that face, she never would have taken such a risk. "It's almost time. I'll handle the rest. Get changed and leave through the back entrance of the hotel. I've arranged for a car to take you home." Swallowing her anger, Ou He tossed a bundle of faded, worn-out clothes at her. Wen Xi didn't resist. Lu Qinghan's reaction had been strange, and a knot of uncertainty tightened in her stomach. Had he figured something out? She turned her back to Ou He and changed into her own clothes, but Ou He’s eyes were fixed on her back, a thoughtful, calculating expression on her face. As the wedding banquet wound down, Wen Xi slipped into the car waiting to take her from the hotel. Her part was done. After tonight, she and Lu Qinghan would be strangers again, their paths never to cross. Meanwhile, Ou He and Mu Jiangde were hurrying to the hospital. Staring at her daughter, still unconscious in the hospital bed, Ou He stamped her foot in frustration. This useless girl! To cause such a scene at a critical moment! The engagement party was over, and she still hadn't woken up. Mu Jiangde turned to the physician. "Doctor, when will my daughter wake up?" "Your daughter had a severe allergic reaction to the alcohol. She should come around by tomorrow. From now on, you'll have to be stricter with her. She can't afford to be so reckless again." As long as she woke up tomorrow. Ou He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled a thick envelope of cash from her purse, pressing it into the doctor’s hand. This had to be kept quiet. No one could find out. Especially not that Wen Xi. She had to be silenced… Wen Xi! The image of Wen Xi’s back flashed through her mind. Ou He snatched her phone and dialed Butler Zhang. "How are the arrangements I asked you to make?" "Everything is proceeding as you instructed, Madam." "Good. Make it clean. Make sure she keeps her mouth shut! Otherwise, I'll make her and that sickly mother of hers pay dearly." "Yes, Madam. You can rest assured." In a dilapidated clinic, Butler Zhang hung up the phone. He turned to Wen Xi, who was bound face-down to an examination table. "You heard that, you little bitch? Are you going to let us do this quietly, or are you going to keep fighting?" Wen Xi couldn't believe it. She never imagined Ou He could be this monstrous. Just because she’d seen her unblemished back—and remembered that Mu Shuyu had recently gotten a burn scar there—she was going to brand her with an identical one.