Leng Yiyao had an exceptionally comfortable nap. It wasn’t until the sun began to set, casting its golden light onto the head of her bed, that she slowly woke up.
Stretching lazily, she glanced at the clock. Good—it was six o’clock. Dinner should be just about ready.
After changing clothes, brushing her hair, and washing up briefly, she finally made her way downstairs.
Sure enough, Leng Chao was already seated at the dining table, his expression unreadable. Behind him were stacks upon stacks of boxes—each containing items of immeasurable value.
Leng Yiyao smiled slightly. Not too stupid, at least. He knew to wait until she had woken up before discussing things.
“Housekeeper, serve the meal,” she said, patting her stomach and realising she was actually a little hungry. This body had been through a lot recently—captivity, starvation—it was in terrible condition. As she pondered how to rebuild her strength, she casually gave the order.
Neither Leng Yirou nor Leng Chao so much as raised an eyebrow.
After all, she had spoken bluntly to their father that afternoon—giving an order to the housekeeper was nothing in comparison.
Although, in the Leng family, it had always been Leng Weiran who signalled when the meal could officially begin.
But she had no interest in the others’ reactions. As soon as she sat at the table, her eyes landed on her blood-related brother, studying him closely.
She had to admit—whatever the Leng family’s character might be, their appearance was impeccable.
Leng Yirou was famous nationwide, not just because of her elite education and prestigious family background, but because of her face—one that perfectly embodied the gentle, dignified beauty of an ideal wife and mother. Leng Weiran, though in his forties, showed no signs of aging—his physique remained lean, his eyes sharp, and his presence commanding. And as for this biological brother of hers… if he had been in her previous world, even top-tier celebrities might not compare. His striking features were only part of it—the key was his aura. He exuded an icy, distant air, like a snow-capped mountain—seemingly unapproachable, yet with a trace of something in his eyes that suggested otherwise. A contradiction wrapped in elegance.
As she observed him, Leng Weiran signaled to the housekeeper, and within moments, the servants neatly arranged an array of exquisite dishes on the table before swiftly retreating—as if afraid to overhear something they shouldn’t.
Leng Yiyao glanced at the feast before her but didn’t rush to eat. Instead, she smiled faintly at her brother. “By now, the Marshal should be preparing to leave D City. Did you notice anything unusual, Brother?”
Sure enough, the previously expressionless ‘ice-cold beauty’ subtly raised his brow—a shift as delicate as the first thaw of snow under a spring drizzle. Unfortunately, his words did not match the warmth of that small change.
“The six wealthiest businessmen in the city were all surrounded by military forces by four o’clock this afternoon—including the family next door,” he said, pointing southward. Their greenhouse faced the neighbors’ directly—one could clearly see the dense military presence over there.
Every country and region had its own distinction between wealthy and ordinary residential areas—this was nothing unusual. The Leng family lived among the elite, and their neighbors were naturally of considerable status as well. What was surprising, however, was the sheer number of people who had ‘coincidentally’ obtained information.
Leng Yiyao chuckled lightly, taking a glass of water, filling it halfway, and bringing it to her lips.
Now that everyone could see the outcome, why bother explaining the process? Smart people only cared about results, not details.
Leng Weiran frowned slightly, interlacing his fingers as he looked at her nonchalant demeanour.
What he really wanted to know was: How had his daughter predicted the military’s purge?
In just two hours, the entire military district of D City had been seized, top officials systematically removed—calling it a ‘shake-up’ would be an understatement.
What exactly was the Marshal planning?
And what would his next move be?
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