The two servants kneeling on the ground, along with the butler, immediately fell silent, as if their tongues had been stolen.
Just by observing the way everyone in the room held their breath, it was clear how much authority the speaker held in the Leng household.
Leng Yiyao let out a light chuckle and looked up at the second floor.
Sure enough, there she was—a graceful silhouette standing at the railing.
Draped in a champagne-coloured long robe, her sleek, jet-black hair cascaded down her back. Unlike the bold-featured beauties common in D City, she had delicate, elongated brows. Even when she wasn’t smiling, her eyes seemed to shimmer with a soft glow.
Her skin was flawless, white as freshly fallen snow, almost too radiant, as if she had never been touched by sunlight. One’s gaze would naturally trail from that alabaster complexion to her gently upturned, crimson lips.
She didn’t exude the typical arrogance of a wealthy heiress; instead, there was an unmistakable scholarly aura about her.
If one were to place her in a university garden with a book in hand, she could easily charm everyone from undergraduates to professors alike.
At this moment, she leaned lazily against the second-floor railing, exuding effortless elegance.
No doubt—this was her nationally renowned, “perfect in all ten aspects” elder sister.
Leng Yiyao’s lips curled into a smirk—not a good-natured one.
Well, at least she wasn’t a typical fake white lotus.
Who knew how long her dear sister had been standing there, watching the drama unfold before finally choosing to speak?
“Yaoyao, you’re back?”
Leng Yirou’s gaze briefly flickered over to Xi Le, hesitating for a fraction of a second before suddenly lighting up as if she had only just noticed Leng Yiyao.
Her expression turned into one of genuine delight as she called out:
“I was so worried about you! Where have you been all this time?”
The butler lowered his head even further, wishing he could crawl into a hole.
Leng Yiyao arched a brow and sighed, shaking her head.
Tch.
She had slightly overestimated this beauty.
Sure, her appearance was deceptive, but her intelligence? Better not hold too high of an expectation.
Was this really her level of distraction?
Hadn’t she just complained about the noise downstairs?
And yet, the moment there was an outsider present, she dropped everything—even her own family’s domestic matters—just to air their dirty laundry in public?
A young, unmarried girl going missing should have been a humiliating scandal for a household like theirs.
Yet here she was, publicly announcing it like it was the hottest gossip in town.
Was that really necessary?
Leng Yiyao rubbed her ear as if physically repelling the nonsense, then stared at her sister with an expression of pure disdain.
“As far as I remember,” she said lazily, “neither your undergraduate nor your graduate studies were in performing arts. So why are you and the butler acting like two bugs stuck to the same string?”
Her voice turned even lazier.
“I’ve been standing here for ages, but tell me—who exactly have your eyes been glued to?”
Who else?
At this moment, the only ‘outsider’ present was Xi Le.
The renowned gambling king, filthy rich, and most importantly—devastatingly handsome.
He had grown up alongside their eldest brother, practically brothers in all but blood. With her sister’s sky-high standards, who else could she have been looking at?
Leng Yiyao’s words landed like a resounding slap to the face.
If the servants had been too scared to breathe earlier, they were now wearing peculiar expressions.
The high-and-mighty da xiaojie, usually unyielding and domineering, now looked like someone had smeared dog shit all over her face.
Her face went white, then red, then blue, then green, then purple—like a human colour palette.
Meanwhile, the once-timid, quiet er xiaojie stood in place, calm and collected, as if watching an entertaining play.
As for Xi Le, who had always been cordial and polite towards da xiaojie—his expression was now so blank that it bordered on indifference.
…An awkward silence settled over the room.
At the very least, the Leng family, which had always been known for its prestigious reputation and harmonious household, had never suffered such an embarrassingly cringeworthy moment in front of an outsider.
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