The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

The Yan family, being a prominent clan in the Yancheng elite circle, would certainly suffer some loss of face from the affair involving a fake heiress.

I'd only ever seen stories like "The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat" in TV dramas; I never imagined I'd encounter one in real life.

This incident even made headlines in major entertainment media outlets, simply because the real Miss Xu Rou, who had just been brought back by the Yan family, was a third-tier celebrity.

It's quite ironic that the real daughter who was lost for over twenty years turned out to be an actress.

After learning that the Yan family was going to hold a family reunion banquet for Miss Zhen's return, many wealthy ladies in the social circle were gossiping about it: "You can tell at a glance that Xu Rou is not a good person."

"The Yan family is in for a good show now. I wonder what Miss Yanting, who is still in the hospital, thinks."

Most of the powerful figures in the entertainment circle just enjoy watching the drama unfold. Of course, they won't openly laugh at Yan Ting just because he's not a biological son of the Yan family.

As for how it's discussed in private, that's a private matter.

Even if they are rivals, as long as their secret dealings are not brought into the open, they can still be friends with mutual interests.

The older and more established a family is, the more it values ​​its dignity and reputation. All the younger generation of heirs in the industry are strictly required by the family to be careful in their words and deeds and not to tarnish the family's name.

When Yan Ting saw the trending topic about the real and fake heiresses of the Yan family on her phone, she had an indescribable feeling.

Accident?

Of course, it's not surprising.

She just couldn't understand why, even though they were both her daughters, before the truth about the fake daughters was exposed, the Yanshan couple had never shown her the slightest bit of affection.

Why did their attitude change so drastically as soon as Xu Rou came back, treating their daughter, whom they hadn't seen for twenty years, with such warmth and affection?

It made her seem like the one who had been left out for over twenty years.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Yan Ting reflexively pressed the answer button with her slender index finger.

The next second, a deep, magnetic male voice rang out: "There's a banquet tomorrow, and the butler will pick you up then."

It was my brother Yan Nan's voice.

Yan Ting opened her mouth, wanting to say that she couldn't go, but before she could utter a sound, the other end of the phone hung up.

The call lasted only a few seconds, without even a question about her health, before abruptly hanging up.

Yan Nan is a man of his word; he made this call to inform Yan Ting that she must attend the banquet tomorrow, not to inquire about her wishes.

According to the doctor, Yanting was born weak and looked sickly. During this period, she had lost even more weight because she was eating less.

In this situation, recuperation should be the primary focus.

Traditional Chinese medicine is the most suitable treatment.

Unfortunately, renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are extremely rare and expensive.

the next day.

As expected, the Yan family's steward arrived on time.

A black Bentley parked in front of the hospital attracted the attention of many staff members.

Meanwhile, in the hospital's payment hall.

"Miss Yan, please take good care of yourself after you go back. Don't overwork yourself, and remember to eat on time." Doctors rarely care about their patients like this, mainly because people are visual creatures.

For a beauty like Yan Ting, who is one in a million, both men and women are willing to give her some special treatment.

Yan Ting nodded: "Thank you."

She changed out of her hospital gown because she was being discharged today.

Her outfit today was very simple, a plain t-shirt and jeans, without any fancy decorations, and she even went makeup-free.

Even so, it couldn't hide the nobility and elegance that she had cultivated from a young age in a wealthy family.

As soon as Yanting stepped out of the hospital, she saw the housekeeper who had been waiting for her for a long time.

"Uncle Wang." Good upbringing prompted Yanting to greet him.

The butler, who had a refined appearance, bowed and gentlemanly opened the car door: "Miss Yan."

Yan Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her keen senses immediately detected the subtle change in the housekeeper's attitude.

Although the butler remained respectful, he seemed less familiar and more distant than before.

Moreover, he always called her "Miss," never "Miss Yan."

She had naively thought that Uncle Wang, who had watched her grow up, might be on her side and consider things from her perspective, but now it seems that she was just being delusional.

How could someone who has managed the Yan family for decades possibly give up their own interests because of a little sentimentality?

Although she could understand, Yanting couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

She bent down and got into the car.

The car drove toward the road.

Yanting gazed at the scenery rushing past the car window, lost in thought for a moment.

Just then, the butler's voice came from beside her: "Young Master asked me to prepare a dress for you, Miss Yan. The dress is in your boudoir. Young Master said it's for the banquet tonight. Miss Yan, please remember to change into it."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ting paused for a moment, then whispered, "I understand."

Her outfit at the banquet was indeed a disgrace to the Yan family.

Yan Ting was raised to be too gentle and obedient by the Yan family, which caused her to lose her own personality and edges.

When people mention Yan Ting, the eldest daughter of the Yan family, their only impression is that she is beautiful, as beautiful as a traditional Chinese painting.

However, traditional Chinese paintings are also divided into different types. The style of Yanting naturally belongs to the ink wash painting style. Although it is full of charm, it inevitably becomes a bit bland and tasteless after a long time of appreciation.

Actually, Yanting wasn't always this submissive person. She spent some time in the countryside, where she was lively, active, and even more difficult to discipline than boys when she rebelled.

However, under the daily discipline of the Yan family, she suppressed her rebellious nature and chose to obey her parents, hoping to receive only a little care from them.

For some reason, Yanting suddenly missed the happy days she spent in Yuewan Town when she was a child.

Although she can't recall the scene now, nor can she remember who she met in Yuewan Town, she must have fond memories of that place.

Otherwise, why would the thought of Yuewan Town stir up ripples in my heart?

As if remembering something, Yanting suddenly unlocked her phone screen.

She looked at the handsome man on the wallpaper, her eyes softening, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

The person on the lock screen was her fiancé, the one she had personally chosen and loved to the core.

The marriages of children from wealthy families are not their own choice; they are all arranged by their parents and matchmakers. Yan Ting, as a child of the Yan family, is no exception.

But she already had someone she liked.

And this person was none other than Lu Huai, the young master of the Lu family.

Fortunately, Lu Huai and the Yan family were well-matched, and Lu Huai also liked her, so the two families arranged a marriage.

However, Yanting overlooked the fact that the other party had not come to visit her in the hospital for the past few days.