“You have nothing to say about this?” Leng Chao understood his father’s meaning. After a brief pause, he still decided to ask.
Leng Yiyao pushed her glass of water aside, tilting her head slightly as she met her brother’s gaze. His usual icy arrogance was tinged with an unfamiliar warmth. She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Something to say? Tsk, well, I suppose we should celebrate. In just two hours, our family’s rank on the wealth list jumped up by six places.”
If this brother of hers had been in the entertainment industry in her previous world, girls would be screaming for him, showering him with praise like, ‘Awesome, my ge!’
Normally, he ignored her completely, yet today, his eyes carried traces of concern and even a hint of guilt. The most impressive part? He managed to maintain his cold and distant aura without losing even a shred of his natural aloofness. Truly top-tier.
Leng Yiyao blinked, sighing inwardly that he had been born into the wrong world. But the moment her words fell, the room was swallowed by an eerie silence.
Leng Weiran’s face turned pitch black. Leng Yirou pretended to be a wooden statue. Meanwhile, the veins on Leng Chao’s forehead throbbed visibly, as if they were about to burst.
Was that what he had asked her?
Was that what he meant?
This girl was clearly messing with him!
Messing with him!
Who did she think she was?!
Leng Chao abruptly stood up, his face dark as he glared at her. Even Leng Yirou, though uninvolved, trembled slightly from the suffocating tension. Yet Leng Yiyao remained unfazed. She casually picked up her utensils and tapped them lightly against the table.
“I mean…” Her voice was light, almost playful, but her gaze drifted off to the distance.
For some reason, just that simple motion made the other four at the table instinctively follow her line of sight.
At that very moment, in the mansion next door—belonging to a wealthy businessman—chaos had completely erupted under military control. The terrified cries of the servants merged with the blood-red hues of the sunset, creating a surreal and twisted scene.
The servants ran in all directions, screaming, “It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault!” But one of them was struck down with a heavy club, collapsing onto the ground with blood splattered everywhere. He lay there like a beaten dog, whimpering, unable to make another sound.
A noblewoman wept bitterly, pulling her daughter down with her as they fell to their knees before the soldiers. “Please! Have mercy on us! We won’t dare again! We didn’t mean to! Please, I beg you…”
Meanwhile, the owner of the mansion was surrounded near the greenhouse, motionless. He had not uttered a single word. Or perhaps, from this moment on, he never would again…
Clink!
Leng Yiyao tapped her utensils against the marble tabletop, the crisp sound breaking through the heavy silence.
“Well,” she said with a sweet smile, pointing toward the scene outside. “Do I really need to say anything else?”
In that instant, the three of them stared blankly at the downfall of their powerful neighbor, their empire crumbling within the blink of an eye. A chilling sensation crawled up their spines. Their throats dried up as they turned back to look at Leng Yiyao, who had already started eating as if nothing had happened.
Leng Chao’s gaze wavered for a moment before he slowly suppressed his emotions. He glanced at his father, their eyes mirroring the same shock and confusion.
She had merely been outside for a short time. No matter how skilled her so-called ‘mentor’ was, no one could transform so completely in such a brief period. Yet, the birthmark on her body was undeniable—there was no chance of an imposter. She was, without a doubt, Leng Yiyao.
And yet, from her demeanour, it was clear—she had no intention of explaining anything.
Leng Weiran’s eyes darkened slightly. In the end, he picked up his utensils and announced the start of the meal.
Outside the room, the head butler, who had been standing silently, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead—sweat that hadn’t even formed yet.
For some reason, he had a strong feeling that from now on, this household’s power dynamic… would never be the same again.
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