A chill shot down Wen Xi’s spine, her palms slick with cold sweat. Just then, a honeyed voice called out, “Qinghan, you’re here.” Mu Shuyu emerged from the villa, impeccably made up and dressed in a pale pink dress. Qin Siyan glanced over and was surprised to see that his future sister-in-law bore a striking resemblance to Wen Xi. A knowing smile touched his lips. “Qinghan,” he said, “Wen Xi and your fiancée look so much alike, and you both live here. You must be sisters, right?” Wen Xi froze. Before she could deny any connection, Mu Shuyu’s voice cut through the air, sharp and loud. “Don’t be ridiculous! She’s nothing but a maid in our house. She probably scraped together every penny she had to get plastic surgery using my photo.” With that, she shot Wen Xi a venomous glare. “The kitchen is swamped. Get in there and help!” Wen Xi’s cheeks burned with humiliation. It wasn’t the first time Mu Shuyu had slandered her like this, but for some reason, this time she desperately didn’t want the man before her to think poorly of her. Her clenched fists relaxed. She nodded and turned back into the villa. Behind her, she could faintly hear Mu Shuyu’s voice drifting out, “…Qinghan, you have no idea. That woman is always trouble, throwing herself at any rich man she sees. If it weren’t for my parents’ kindness, she would’ve been kicked out long ago…” Hearing this, Qin Siyan’s expression hardened. A half-smile played on his lips as he said, “Miss Mu, you might have some misconceptions about cosmetic surgery. If you ask me, that nose of yours looks more like it’s been worked on.” “Siyan, that’s enough,” Lu Qinghan chided in a low voice, though it held no real reprimand. Qin Siyan just shrugged and headed into the villa first. Mu Shuyu’s hands balled into fists, her body trembling with rage. It was all that bitch Wen Xi’s fault. She had so many tricks to seduce men; even a Young Master Qin was defending her. And how dare she take off her mask in front of Lu Qinghan! Luckily, she had been quick-witted. Lu Qinghan probably hadn't noticed. Otherwise, she would have made Wen Xi pay. Because of the unpleasant incident, Qin Siyan’s attitude toward Mu Shuyu was decidedly frosty, so she shifted her focus to Lu Wanzhi. To secure her place in the Lu family, she had to win people over. With that in mind, she smiled sweetly, picked up a piece of sparerib with her chopsticks, and placed it in Lu Wanzhi's bowl. “Wanzhi,” she cooed, “try some of these ribs. Our family chef might not be on par with the Lu family’s, but his braised spareribs are exceptional.” “I don’t like ribs.” Lu Wanzhi scoffed, the disdain practically written across her face. She despised this woman’s two-faced act. And who was she calling sister? But Mu Shuyu, seemingly oblivious to her hostility, turned to another dish. “Oh, is that so… well then, how about you try some of this beef brisket…” “What, are my hands broken? I can serve myself,” Lu Wanzhi snapped before Mu Shuyu could even finish, showing her no courtesy whatsoever. Mu Shuyu’s hand, holding the chopsticks, froze in mid-air. Her eyes welled up with tears as she stood there, looking utterly lost. “I’m… I’m sorry…” The atmosphere at the table instantly turned glacial. Ou He couldn’t stand seeing her daughter bullied like this, but she didn’t dare offend Lu Wanzhi. She cleared her throat and glanced tentatively at Lu Qinghan. The man deliberately set down his chopsticks. His tone was clipped as he spoke to Lu Wanzhi. “If you’re not going to eat, then leave.” Tch. Fine by me! She was dying to get out of here anyway. Lu Wanzhi stood up and stalked out. Just then, Wen Xi entered carrying a tureen of hot soup. By the time she saw Lu Wanzhi storming toward the exit, it was too late to dodge, and the two collided head-on.