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

Ye Xinghe smiled warmly, but a hint of coldness gradually appeared in her eyes. "Aunt Chen, the older I get, the less tactful I become. I tend to take things too seriously. My friend happened to film what happened that day. If you don't believe what Sister Xingfei said, I can show it to you anytime."

Chen Shihui looked at her with a smile and refused repeatedly.

It seems Xing Fei wasn't telling me the truth, and judging from Ye Xinghe's attitude, Xing Fei must have some kind of leverage over her.

Chen Shihui gritted her teeth in hatred. The Ye Xinghe before her was completely different from the one she had been as a child; she had changed a lot. Her sharp tongue and biting remarks were exactly the same as Mu Jinyue's when she was young! Equally repulsive!

Chen Shihui composed herself and moved closer to Mu Jinyue. "Jinyue, have you decided on a theme for your competition? Even though I can't participate, I can still give you some advice."

"It was all Xinghe's idea. We haven't even had a meeting with the company's design department to discuss it yet." Mu Jinyue said, while gesturing for Ye Xinghe to bring the computer over for Chen Shihui to look at. "You two work on it first. I'll go check on the kitchen."

Ye Xinghe opened the file; she had already completed a preliminary model.

Drawing was not difficult for her; she finished it in just one hour the night she returned from Fengcheng.

The scene is very simple. Pink flowers, golden stamens, a few emerald green leaves and buds, nothing else.

"This is just a preliminary prototype. My main idea is to highlight the lifelikeness and texture of the silk flower. If it's too complicated, it will lose its focus and look no different from ordinary artificial flowers. Only by making a flower look realistic can we showcase the superb craftsmanship of the older generation."

Chen Shihui looked at the computer screen and nodded slightly. She also felt that the design was a bit too monotonous, but after hearing Ye Xinghe's explanation, she felt it made a lot of sense.

She stared intently at every detail on the map, memorizing every piece of data, so much so that she didn't listen to what Ye Xinghe was saying to her later.

Ye Xinghe raised her voice, "Aunt Chen, what do you think? Would you like to give me some feedback?"

Chen Shihui snapped out of her reverie. "Auntie thinks your idea is good, but I can't quite put my finger on what's missing."

"Why don't you send me a copy of this design? I'll help you revise it when I get home."

Ye Xinghe readily agreed, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Chen Shihui was surprised that she got the design drawings so easily. It seemed that Ye Xinghe was still a child and had no sense of caution towards her.

Ye Xinghe certainly wasn't that kind-hearted. The real design wasn't a hibiscus flower. Moreover, the design she showed Chen Shihui didn't depict a hibiscus flower at all, but rather a very similar-looking rose of Sharon.

The word "Fusang" sounds like "mourning" in Chinese. If Chen Shihui were to use this design to participate in such an important competition, it wouldn't just be a question of whether she would pass; she would also be unable to continue working in this industry.

However, if Chen Shihui had paid a little attention, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to spot the problem. Of course, she could have chosen not to plagiarize and to design it herself.

Ye Xinghe did this to test Chen Shihui. If Chen Shihui was truly capable and genuinely cared for Mu Jinyue, she would have informed Mu Jinyue of such an obvious mistake as choosing the wrong flowers.

Chen Shihui was overjoyed to receive the design drafts so easily. The first thing she did upon returning to China was to re-register her company. She absolutely had to participate in this event; it was her chance to quickly establish herself after returning home. And her biggest competitor in this event was the company where Mu Jinyue worked.

At this moment, Ye Xingchen came over to tell everyone to go eat.

At the dinner table, Mu Jinyue asked, "Shihui, what are your plans after returning to China this time? Are you going back to your old profession?"

Chen Shihui maintained a friendly smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I haven't thought about work yet. I'm too old now, I don't want to do anything."

"My decision to return to China this time is mainly for Feifei. I was always busy with work when I was young and didn't pay enough attention to my child."

“In Japan, the cultural differences, dietary habits, and lifestyle make it difficult to find a suitable marriage partner. Feifei is already 25 years old, and I can’t delay her marriage.”

Ye Xinghe glanced at Ye Xingchen discreetly, only to see that his face was as gloomy as a winter cloud.

Mu Jinyue remained silent, simply listening attentively.

Chen Shihui continued, "Xingchen is single now, aren't you worried? When we were his age, we already had children."

“Aunt Chen, times have changed. My maternal grandmother was 19 when she gave birth to my eldest uncle!” Ye Xinghe interrupted, “Now, 19 is not the legal marriage age. If anyone has a child, it will be on the news.”

Chen Shihui was speechless for a moment after being rebuked. Seeing that Mu Jinyue didn't respond, she directly asked Ye Xingchen, "Xingchen, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ye Xingchen remained expressionless, not even lifting his eyelids. "I like healthy bones that are less prone to dislocation."

Chen Shihui thought Ye Xingchen was just being cheeky again, so she stopped beating around the bush. "Jinyue, our two families have known each other for so many years, I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. I've taken a liking to your Xingchen and want him to be my son-in-law. Do you agree or not?"

Mr. and Mrs. Ye exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say.

Ye Xingchen continued, "Aunt Chen, you don't need to ask my parents' opinion on this matter. After all, it's my own business."

"Everyone here today is an outsider. This is the first and last time I'll state my position."

Xing Fei looked at Ye Xingchen nervously, a hint of anticipation creeping into her eyes. She had never directly expressed her feelings to Ye Xingchen, and she desperately wanted to know what he thought of her.

Ye Xingchen put down his chopsticks and sat upright in his chair. "I'll only say this once. I hope everyone will stop mentioning this after today. Xing Fei and I are just ordinary friends, and there's nothing else between us."

"I don't believe I've done anything that would go beyond what ordinary friends would do and cause her to misunderstand. It's just normal interaction between friends of the opposite sex."

"If we went to and from school together when we were little, and did our homework together, and she mistakenly thought that I had feelings for her, then I can only say that we have different values ​​and we can't even be friends anymore."

Ye Xingchen spoke methodically and clearly. Every word he uttered was like a sharp knife piercing Xing Fei's heart.

"Enough, Ye Xingchen!" Xing Fei interrupted him angrily, her eyes red. "Don't be so self-righteous. That's my mother's idea. I don't have a crush on you."