Update:
Here’s a schedule of the novels I’m translating. I’ve built up a bank and I have enough chapters of each for the next couple of months.
MMPMH: Mon/Thu/Sun
Top Giants: Tue/Wed/Sat/Sun
Stepmother: Mon/Fri
Xi Le couldn’t be bothered to listen to any more nonsense and turned to leave. Leng Yiyao didn’t mind at all—watching her dear sister’s face suddenly turn deathly pale was enough to amuse her.
Look, the ship capsized, ba. Underestimating others’ intelligence? They wouldn’t even be bothered to slap your face down.
These petty tricks might work at home to tease a cat or a dog, or even to keep up appearances in high society. But in the world of business sharks? They were downright laughable.
She could already guess—her father and brother were the ones who decided on these extravagant gifts. So how was it possible that the person responsible for delivering them was still stuck at the office?
Rolling her shoulders lazily, she didn’t bother wasting more words and was about to head upstairs to her room.
But suddenly, Leng Yirou stormed up the stairs toward her, her footsteps urgent and heavy—
“Something wrong?” Leng Yiyao raised her head, her expression indifferent, practically screaming: If you have something to say, say it. If not, don’t waste my time.
Leng Yirou felt a surge of anger rise in her throat, her frustration barely contained. She scoffed coldly, “Looks like you still haven’t learned your lesson!”
Oh? So now she wasn’t pretending to be the gracious, all-forgiving sister anymore?
Not learned her lesson? Well, let’s see who in this family actually had the power to force her into submission.
Seeing Leng Yiyao ignore her, Leng Yirou’s expression turned even uglier. “It was bad enough that you didn’t focus on your studies at school, but running off with some playboy? And now you have the audacity to come back?”
“And then?” Leng Yiyao finally glanced at her, one eyebrow arched. The dazzling chandelier overhead cast a glow on her face, and for the first time, her lazy amusement faded. Without her usual smirk, there was a sharpness in her gaze that made it impossible to look directly at her.
“People need to think about their future,” Leng Yirou sighed, rubbing her temples, as if making an effort to stay patient. “If you don’t like hearing my advice, fine. I won’t bother in the future. But at least don’t drag me down with you and ruin my reputation.”
She was seething inside—not only because she felt reluctant to be harsher, but also because she was secretly texting their father and brother, summarising what had just happened with Xi Le.
Leng Yiyao, on the other hand, found the whole thing hilarious. “If you’re so concerned about your precious reputation, why did you help that guy get me drunk in the first place?”
This time, she really laughed. The person was long gone, so why keep pretending? Sure, the original owner of this body might have been foolish, but she wasn’t. Before she was lured away by a male classmate, her dear sister had personally set the whole thing up.
A group of rich kids, meeting up for drinks and partying all night—when Leng Yirou took her along, she had smiled ever so sweetly and said, Meimei, you’re great at everything, except you’re too much of a homebody.
Right. Their father and brother saw her as nothing more than a problem child—she couldn’t even spend pocket money without getting permission from the butler. What else was she supposed to do except stay home?
“What nonsense are you talking about?!” Sure enough, Leng Yirou snapped instantly. Her voice was loud, but the way her pupils shrank betrayed her guilt. Leng Yiyao caught that detail, but she couldn’t even be bothered to respond.
“I’d say Father will be back in about twenty minutes. If you have anything else to say, we can talk then. Now, get out of the way.”
Did her sister really think she wouldn’t notice who she was texting right in front of her?
Leng Yiyao glanced down at her waist—time to change the dressing on her wound. Without sparing another thought for the shifting expressions on Leng Yirou’s face, she turned to the butler, who was frozen stiff from shock. Flashing him a lighthearted smile, she said, “Go call the family doctor for me.”
There were plenty of big things in this world, but none more important than her own body. She had fought her way back to life—she had to take good care of it.
The butler, completely rattled, didn’t even think about the shattered coral sculpture on the floor anymore. He scrambled off to fetch the doctor, only realising after the doctor arrived with his medical kit that—oh no—he had completely forgotten to check da xiaojie’s expression…
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