Reborn as a heiress, she transforms into a ruthless vengeful woman.

Ye Xinghe deliberately pronounced the word "green tea" very loudly.

In the end, Xing Fei carried almost half of the trunk's contents by herself: two boxes of milk, a can of oil, and a large bag of household items. Her arms were so sore she could barely lift them afterward.

Ye Xinghe ignored her and took everything inside. She and Qiao Lin chatted in the courtyard while waiting for tea.

Xing Fei had been busy helping Grandpa Mu, saying, "Grandpa, you go and rest, let me do it."

“Grandpa, please let Sister Xingfei come. We haven’t seen Sister Xingfei for so many years, you should give her a chance to show her filial piety.” Ye Xinghe said as she helped Grandpa Mu sit down in the rattan chair. “Grandpa, let’s have some tea.”

Xing Fei brought out fruit and nuts from the room, behaving like a well-bred young lady entertaining her guests. "Xing He, you can have some of these dried fruits with your tea, but don't eat too much, we'll be eating soon." She put down the fruit plate and stood behind him, massaging Old Master Mu's shoulders.

"Feifei, you don't need to massage me anymore." Grandpa Mu patted her hand and said kindly, "Sit down and have some tea with me, let's chat."

Xing Fei lowered her eyes, her voice soft and pleasant, instantly endearing her to everyone. "Grandpa, I'm not tired. I haven't visited you in so long, how could I not do anything?"

Qiao Lin, who was sitting to the side, understood her implied meaning and was about to get up when Ye Xinghe pressed him down.

Ye Xinghe smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Xingfei is right. Grandpa, please let her massage you. Qiao Lin and I will keep you company, isn't that perfect?"

The group chatted and laughed, while Xing Fei, standing at the back, grew parched with exhaustion. Before they knew it, a pot of hot water was gone. Grandpa Mu was about to go back inside to refill it.

Seeing this, Xing Fei quickly picked up the kettle and went back to her room to boil another pot of water. This time, she was smarter; when she returned, she sat down and drank tea with everyone.

Grandpa Mu looked at Ye Xinghe with kind eyes and smiled slightly, "Little glutton, what do you want to eat tonight? Grandpa will make it for you."

Before Ye Xinghe could speak, Xing Fei chimed in, "Grandpa, what would you like to eat tonight? Just tell me. I learned to cook a lot of dishes when I was abroad. You should enjoy your life now."

Ye Xinghe covered her mouth, somewhat surprised, and said, "Sister Xingfei is so amazing! Unlike me, I can't do anything. Then we'll trouble you, sister. We'll just wait to eat."

Ye Xinghe didn't argue with her; instead, she went along with her and pushed all the work onto Xing Fei. Since she was willing to showcase herself, she would grant her that opportunity.

Xing Fei met Ye Xinghe's eyes, and the half-smile on her face infuriated her. She glared at Ye Xinghe resentfully, then turned and went into the room.

Five people, a simple six dishes and a soup, basically all of which were Ye Xinghe's favorites, except for the clear radish stew with a strong Japanese flavor made by Xing Fei.

Xing Fei's mother, Chen Hui, learned the craft from Grandpa Mu and later founded her own silk flower company. Foreigners greatly admire China's silk flower art. Chen Hui once traveled to Japan and, by chance, met a middle-aged Japanese man, whom she quickly married. She later opened her company there. Xing Fei was taken to live with her mother after graduating high school.

Now, for some unknown reason, I've returned to Jiangyang.

Ye Xinghe had never had a good impression of Japan. She felt that Xing Fei's personality had changed a lot since she returned. Although she behaved well and sensible in front of her elders, some of her thoughts and ideas had become heavily influenced by Japanese culture.

Ye Xinghe and Mu Jinyue came this time mainly to discuss the "gift to the motherland" with their grandfather. Mu Jinyue had briefly mentioned this matter to Grandpa Mu on the phone before, but they had not yet discussed the specific details.

During the meal, Mu Jinyue brought up the matter again.

"Hehe's idea is good, and it is indeed a great opportunity for our company. However, putting this idea into practice will still be quite difficult." After thinking for a moment, Grandpa Mu slowly asked, "What do you plan to do with this float?"

"My idea is to make a hibiscus flower. Since it's for Jiangyang City to participate in the exhibition, I plan to make it the city flower of Jiangyang City."

Mu Jinyue suddenly froze, looking at Ye Xinghe in surprise, because what she had just said was completely different from what they had planned at home.

Ye Xinghe ignored it, but gently squeezed her mother's hand under the table.

Because Xing Fei was there, Ye Xinghe didn't want to bring it up. But since her mother had brought it up, she could only resort to other scheming methods.

At this moment, Xing Fei appeared to be serving food to the elders, but her mind was actually entirely focused on what Ye Xinghe had mentioned about "a gift to the motherland." They had only recently returned to China and were unaware of this event; none of them wanted to miss such a wonderful opportunity.

Grandpa Mu was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Hehe, give me your initial ideas, Grandpa will take a look. We definitely need to participate in this event, but we still need to discuss the specific implementation plan with the company's design department."

At this moment, Xing Fei's eyes darted around, and she smiled faintly, "Grandpa, sending it to an email is so convenient. You can just forward it to whoever you want to see it."

Grandpa Mu said he hadn't used his email address for so many years that he had long forgotten it.

Xing Fei added solicitously, "Grandpa, I'll register a new one for you right now. I'll send you the account and password so you won't forget them."

After saying that, he picked up his phone and registered in just a few minutes.

Ye Xinghe raised an eyebrow slightly, watching Xing Fei's series of actions, a sinister smile appearing on her lips. She thought to herself, "Xing Fei, if you dare to have such wicked thoughts, then don't blame me."

Grandma Mu looked at Ye Xinghe with a smile, "I remember when you were little, you liked to follow Feifei and Chenchen around. The two older girls didn't want to play with you and always tried to run away on their own."

As Xing Fei heard her childhood memories with Ye Xingchen, a blush gradually appeared on her face.

When Ye Xingchen was young, he was easy to control. Every winter and summer vacation, the three of them would stay at the Mu family's house for a period of time. Each time, Xing Fei would secretly call Ye Xingchen out, deliberately leaving Ye Xinghe behind.

One time, the three of them went to play on the mountain behind the house. When it was time for dinner, the two older children returned, but Ye Xinghe was still on the mountain. The two elderly people were very worried and immediately called the whole family, who all went up the mountain to look for him. It was almost midnight when they finally found Ye Xinghe sleeping under a tree.

When Ye Xingchen's parents returned home, they immediately gave him a severe beating without saying a word. That was the only time Ye Xingchen had ever been beaten in his life. And from that time on, Ye Xingchen's relationship with Xing Fei grew increasingly distant.